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Chapter 423 Untitled 2.5
"Little Li."

"Ah Zong, you who used to be so polite, are you back?"

"Lin Feng, are you writing about A Zong's life? And it seems that you wrote about A Zong's heart."

In Kyoto, in the dimly lit villa area, Duan Santai was watching TV and muttering to himself.

What Li Guangzong did just now reminded him of the past again.

Once upon a time, Li Guangzong had a very young title - Xiao Li.

This is what he called himself when he first debuted, and it was also what people in the circle or outsiders called him at that time, because Li Guangzong at that time was as polite as the one he performed on the stage just now.And his etiquette always makes people feel kind, unlike some people, who call and do everything in place, but they always give people the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

Only later, at an unknown time, Xiao Li disappeared and was replaced by Big Brother, and Big Brother, although he was smiling all the time, people could still feel kindness, but it was inexplicable, people always felt that the most profound memory Still that polite little Li.

Xiao Li's becoming a big brother is naturally not due to his growing fame as time goes by.In everyone's changes, there is always a story.Li Guangzong, a master in the music world, is no exception.Xiao Li became the eldest brother, and there was also a story in the middle, and Duan Santai was one of the few insiders of this story, so he had the whisper after feeling Li Guangzong's change.

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"Perhaps everyone thinks that I am exaggerating, but please listen to the next song carefully. After listening to this part of Xiao Li's life, you will know that no matter what changes you have experienced, Xiao Li is still the one who does not praise you. Little Li with feet."

Li Guangzong didn't know the thought that flashed through everyone's mind, he just said it to himself.After all, he saluted the audience again.

After straightening up, he raised the microphone to the level of his mouth again, and said softly.

"I traveled across the ocean to see you, thank you everyone."

After all, ignoring the audience's reaction, he turned his head and nodded to the band.

"Cross the ocean to see you, Lin Feng, is this the song you wrote for A Zong? A Zong, do you think it's over?" Li Guangzong's words made Duan Santai, who was thousands of miles away, resound again. Once again, between the words, there is a bit more emotion again.

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"This name is so eloquent. It must sound good. Just listening to the rhythm makes me feel it." Some viewers thought.

"Although I still have doubts about Master Li's voice, Brother Feng's productions have never disappointed, and this time it should be quite good. After listening to it, download it." Some fans planned to say.

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"Come across the ocean to see you, love songs, take a new road, can you still perform flowers?" Some musicians thought coldly.

"The name is quite long, but I don't know, the new road can't be walked so far." A musician said to his partner beside him.

"The road of love, all these years, has been life and death. You love him or not, but I am attached to you. Lin Feng, can you jump out of this circle? Even if you jump out, Li Guangzong is not Is it not suitable for the voice of long-term love and love, can it sing something heavenly and desolate?" A musician who is a singer-songwriter stared at the screen and muttered to himself.

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Neither the audience nor the thoughts of his peers had the slightest influence on Li Guangzong.

He was walking slowly, stepping on the prelude played by the band seriously, moving slowly on the stage, holding the microphone in both hands at the level of his abdomen, and the plaid clothes he was wearing today, he looked very special A certain kind of vicissitudes and sadness, it seems that standing there, he is a display of time and memory of the world.

Ding ding, ding ding, ding ding ding...

The soft, slightly ethereal prelude floats in the extraordinarily quiet Xuanshui Gymnasium at this time, as if there is a small stream flowing cheerfully in the quiet deep mountains and old forests, beating from time to time Looking at the surrounding stones, the crisp music is like, not loud, but it makes people stop and want to go deeper.

Accompanied by the soft prelude, Li Guangzong moved his steps lightly, and then at a certain point, he stopped, and held the microphone up with both hands, reaching in front of his mouth. The originally bright light dimmed at this moment After coming down, an old atmosphere appeared around people in an instant.

"I spent half a year's savings for you, and traveled across the ocean to see you."

Lifting his head slightly, at an angle of ten degrees, Li Guangzong sang the lyrics of the first line, and completely unsealed and faced a section of the record.That memory is beautiful, but also hurt.

"For this reunion, I even practiced my breathing when we met..."

Li Guangzong, who was looking up at the bright starry sky above the Xuanshui Stadium, suddenly closed his small eyes, leaving only a gap on a certain flashing lamp installed by the program group.The lamps are flickering, gradually charming the eyes, and there is only brilliance in the eyes.Li Guangzong, who closed his eyes slightly, saw a woman with long black hair in the bright light.The woman's appearance is so familiar, the past year is like yesterday, she is still so youthful and beautiful.

"Words have never been able to express my feelings to a millionth. For this regret, I thought about it at night and refused to sleep..."

In the light, looking at his beloved woman, Li Guangzong sang slowly. The lyrics that Lin Feng carried seemed to be what he told the woman, buried in his heart for a long time, so focused, so His devotion, that look...

The silence in the Xuanshui Gymnasium became more and more obvious. People seemed to not even breathe in this time and space. The tactful and clever accompaniment echoed the singing, turning the Xuanshui Gymnasium into another world. A boat with sails and lovers who know and love each other.

Along with the sunrise and moonset in that world, Li Guangzong, who had paused slightly in reality, slightly raised his voice.

"Memory always accumulates slowly and cannot be erased in my heart. For your promise, I resisted crying in the most desperate time..."

With the deepening of the lyrics, Li Guangzong's voice has become more and more delicate. If someone closes their eyes and feels him on the stage with their hearts, they will definitely not be an uncle, but a goddess who is about to fall in love with him for many years The boy I met was as gentle as water, and so resolute and unrepentant.

It seems that all no regrets need time and events to test. Li Guangzong's delicate but never greasy voice, unknowingly tinged with vicissitudes.

"In a strange city, in a familiar corner, we once comforted each other, and once embraced and sighed, no matter what kind of ending we will face."

The artistic conception of vicissitudes and wandering is intertwined, slowly invading everyone's hearts. At this moment, everyone who heard the singing felt as if they were one year older.

"Watching you go away in the wind and sand all over the sky, I am so sad that I can't be myself. How I wish I could send you thousands of miles away, until the end of the mountain, and depend on you for the rest of my life..."

"How much I wish I could send you thousands of miles, until the end of the mountain, and depend on you for the rest of my life..."

"One-life and you depend on each other--"

Holding the microphone in both hands, Li Guangzong lowered his head gradually, looked down at the stage in front of him, and drew a few long voices, as if he wanted to shout this oath-like voice into time for the person to hear, Let that person look back, and more importantly, let yourself be heard.

Time and experience can vicissitudes of the body and heart of a person, but after all, they can't be the hope left by an old person for himself.This expectation may be deeply buried in the bottom of my heart, or it may bloom at a certain time.

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Song, Li Guangzong only sang it once, like other people and ordinary songs, the way of repeating at both ends before entering the final repetition, he was useless.It’s not that Lin Feng only listed one paragraph when carrying it, but Li Guangzong chose to change it himself. In his words, miss and miss are all from one to the end. The road of longing cannot be repeated.

People are always clamoring that if life can be repeated, what will happen to them, but in fact, as long as the person is still himself, if he repeats it ten times or a hundred times, the result will still be the same.The same self, can't make the same choice.

Like the ending, the singing gradually faded away, and the atmosphere of Xuanshui Gymnasium gradually returned from that world to this world.

The original dim light also turned back to bright.

However, there was no customary applause in Xuanshui Gymnasium. It seemed that at this moment, people all put away their palms and were unwilling to make a sound.

Quietness, not the kind of spiritual stillness that Li Guangzong sang, but real silence, no sound, everyone was silent, watching the stage quietly.

Standing on the stage was Li Guangzong, but it felt as if he squatted down on the stage, sobbing silently.When emotionally turbulent, a person can infect the environment.People, really powerful.

Li Guangzong's silence affected the applause.

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"Until the end of the mountain, I will depend on you for the rest of my life. A Zong and Xiao Ting, if one of you could make such a decision and practice such words, why would you face each other across the river? There is one less pop music master in this world." So what, what if there is one more international top fashion designer in the world? Compared with the pain of nearly 30 years, is it really worth it?"

Chanting the lyrics of "Crossing the Ocean to See You", Duan Santai turned his eyes to the photo next to the TV, looked at the three people smiling like flowers blooming on it, and said, as if he was talking to himself , more like asking.

Li Guangzong's singing made Li Guangzong himself speechless, and at the same time, it also made Duan Santai think of the past more clearly.Love each other and know each other, but don't want to give up, can't persuade each other, go away in a fit of anger, labor and swallow are separated, until now, one has no support and the other is ruthless.It's a clichéd story, but the good one is always the one that hurts people.

bell ~ bell ~ bell ~
Just as he was sighing, Duan Santai's phone rang suddenly.

Moving to the section of the sofa, picking up his golden retro phone, Duan Santai calmed down and said politely, "Hi, hello."

"Third brother, it's me." A woman's deep voice came from the receiver.

"Xiao Ting." Duan Santai was taken aback, and called out a name that he had never mentioned in front of Li Guangzong in these years.The call was from the other side of the ocean, where it was daytime.

Silence, after Duan Santai's address, occupied the phone that spanned thousands of kilometers.Duan Santai didn't speak, neither did Xiaoting.

"Third Brother, I'm watching TV." After a moment of silence, Xiao Ting's voice came from Duan Santai's receiver again.

"I'm watching TV too." Duan Santai replied.

He paused after speaking, and said again, "Did you hear the song that A Zong just sang?"

It's a question, like an affirmation. Duan Santai is very sure, because he knows that if Xiaoting hadn't listened to this song, she would definitely not call himself at this time. The number was dialed out, and it was dialed out by forcing myself to transfer.It's just that the transfer is not complete, I still want to understand.

"I, listen." Xiao Ting hesitated for a moment and said.

"Your matter is what I tell that young genius." Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples, Duan Santai said.

"I know, he can't write such a song." Xiao Ting's voice came to Duan Santai's ears softly again.

"Xiao Ting, is it true that A Zong can't write? He just doesn't want to face it. It's been 30 years and he hasn't come out yet. You've just stepped from one cage to another. Have you come out yet?" Duan Santai suddenly became a little irritable, he said loudly to the other end of the phone.

The other end did not speak, and Duan Santai also fell silent. The palpitating silence after the rage was like the fallen leaves all over the ground after the excitement, a bit desolate.

"Third Brother, there are no corners I'm familiar with in this strange city. I..." After a moment of silence, Xiaoting said.

"Forget it, don't say any more. Actually, I don't know what to say, so why bother. I know that you made this call, but you just want to make this call." Duan Santai stopped Xiaoting's words.

"Third brother, after all these years, you still understand me after all." Xiao Ting said pretending to be relaxed.

"Oh, come back and have a look when you have time. Take him and let your two elder brothers meet." Duan Santai sighed and said, "Don't worry about other things, I believe that after tonight, A Zong will let go Yes. He will bless you."

"Third brother, I..." Xiaoting was a little speechless, "I know, I will definitely go back when I have the opportunity."

"Oh." Duan Santai sighed, but didn't speak.The future and opportunities are both indefinite words.

"Third brother, I have something else to do, so I won't bother you. Goodbye." Xiaoting said.

Duan Santai didn't say, "I have time to contact you frequently," and didn't say goodbye, but just hung up the phone silently.

"Alas." Sighing again, Duan Santai shifted his gaze to the TV, and the applause was blazing on the screen.

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Jiangshui, Xuanshui Gymnasium Because of Li Guangzong's silence, the applause was delayed for a while.

Until he took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took another long breath. The moment he 'lived' again.

The overwhelming applause was so loud that it even faintly covered the lights hanging around.

This applause is not for Lin Feng, although it is his creation, he is the protagonist on the stage produced by the empire, and it is not for the production of the empire, even this stage provides the place for the current situation.The applause was only for Li Guangzong, or in other words, the applause was only for themselves.Yes, for the applause's own.The love of parting has been experienced, it is not long enough.The difference is that some people fought for it, while others gave up.

"Thank you, thank you." Li Guangzong bowed politely.

"How could this happen? With Li Guangzong's voice, how could he sing such a song." A musician forcibly separated his hands that wanted to applaud, and kept shaking his head, saying.

"It turns out that there are really countless roads in this world. Parting and bitter love, crossing the ocean and looking at it, love, you don't have to be lingering." After drinking the wine glass that was filled at some time, a famous musician People seem to have been completely reborn.

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The overwhelming applause didn't last long, and soon stopped.

Because the applause was so real and sincere, people's palms were already red.

"Thank you, Mr. Li for singing, and thank you for Mr. Lin's creation." Taking a deep breath and calming down his fluctuating mood, Han Bing took the microphone in his hand and walked onto the stage again.

"Mr. Lin, please come up." Stepping on the stage, Han Bing quickly returned to his normal state. As a host, he can be touched and influenced by the atmosphere of the scene, but when they step on the stage, they must It is the host, and you must face everything with the mentality of the host.

Listening to the song, Lin Feng, who was fluctuating because of the familiarity, heard Han Bing's call, took a few shallow breaths of oxygen and stabilized himself, then walked onto the stage and stood to the left of Li Guangzong.

"Mr. Lin, how much do you rate Mr. Li's singing just now?" Han Bing asked Lin Feng responsibly.

"Ninety points." Without hesitation, Lin Feng opened his mouth and said.

Whoa!
Because of Lin Feng's words, there was a small-scale whispered discussion in the audience, which seemed to be dissatisfied with the score given by Lin Feng.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin, listen. Everyone thinks that this song should have a score of 95 or more. Do you want to explain why you gave a score of [-]?" Holding the microphone in his hand, the audience listened quietly for a while seat discussion.After a quick summary in his mind, Han Bing asked Lin Feng.

Following his question, the scene also fell silent, and everyone focused their eyes on the stage, waiting for Lin Feng's statement.

"Because Mr. Li didn't forget himself when singing." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Did you forget yourself?" Han Bing repeated to Lin Feng with doubts.

"Yes." Lin Feng nodded.

Doubts arose in everyone's minds, and Lin Feng's answer made everyone even more confused.

"Mr. Lin, can you explain in detail what you mean by forgetting yourself?" Han Bing, who represented the doubts of the majority of the people, asked Lin Feng again.

　(Five thousand. At this moment, Hope just wants to yell, I hate winter!)
　　
　
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