"I used to be unable to extricate myself from the size of the world, and I was also addicted to talking in my dreams. "No truth or falsehood, no struggle, no fear of jokes." "I once turned my youth into her, and I also popped out the midsummer at my fingertips." "Whatever moves your heart, let's go with the fate. It's still the high chorus part. In fact, the content is similar to the previous paragraph. And just when everyone thought this was the end of the song. This song has just ushered in its real climax. The tune of Jiang Feng's guitar was raised again. And his voice was also elevated.
Who can't sing high notes? Maybe Jiang Feng couldn't do it in the past, but since his singing skills have been improved, now he can be regarded as straightforward for this kind of high pitch. "The evening wind blows your white hair and heals the scars left by memories." "In your eyes, light and shade are intertwined, and a smile blossoms." "Twilight covers your staggering steps, walking into the painting hidden by the bedside. "You in the painting speak with your head down. Jiang Feng plucked the strings of the guitar and sang the last part of the song. And in the hearts of all the audience, this story is finally connected. The evening wind blew her white hair, she was still so beautiful. Although the hair is gray, although the face is covered with wrinkles, although there are many calluses on the hands. She, though, is no longer eighteen. But when she smiled, it was still the same as before. The eyes of the middle-aged man in that story also began to become complicated. In the eyes, there are regrets, unforgettable, and even hurt. In the end, he also laughed. With this smile, there seemed to be no gap between the two of them. As night fell, she invited the middle-aged man to her house as a guest. Only then did the middle-aged man know that her husband was dead. And she went to middle-aged people to cook.
The middle-aged man saw a picture of his husband on the bedside. He knew that he was an honest man from the village. "Eight Five Seven" was a nice person, but he didn't expect to die. And at this moment, you saw another photo on the bedside. It was a black picture, worn by time. It has faded. And the photo is not big, but it is well preserved by the photo frame. You also have some presbyopia, some can't see clearly. So you take a closer look. It was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy's face was full of high spirits. And beside the boy, there was a girl who was younger than him. That young man, whom the middle-aged people knew, was his seventeen or eighteen-year-old self. It turned out that she always remembered herself. "I still marvel at how big the world is, and I am also intoxicated by my childhood love stories. "No truth or falsehood left, no struggle, no pointless jokes." "I finally returned my youth to her, together with the midsummer that popped out from my fingertips." "Whatever moves your heart, goes with the wind." "In the name of love, are you still willing? Just when all the audience were still immersed in this regretful but unforgettable story. The lyrics that Jiang Feng sang were an answer. I finally returned my youth to her, together with the midsummer that popped out from my fingertips. Whatever the heart moves, it goes with the wind. In the name of love again, are you still willing? The ending of this story is obviously good. But the audience present all let out a long breath. It turns out that the best way to regret is not to be relieved, but to have a clear conscience. In the name of love again, I don't know if you are still willing to accept this love that I have been late for many years. "Young Master Feng is still that Young Master Feng. Every song he sings can deeply touch people's hearts."
"I understand, it turns out that regret does not need to be relieved, it turns out that it can be made up for. "Brothers, wait for me, I'm going to send a message to my first love and ask her if she would trust me again." "Brothers, I went too. I went to share this song with my ex-girlfriend. If I didn't come back, I should have been deleted by her and blackmailed." "The middle-aged people in the story, at such an age, can start all over again, why can't we?" "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo "So, I have no regrets! I don't have a first love, but I have a crush. Brothers, I'm going to confess. If I succeed, "then I'll come to the live broadcast room to watch rockets." "If I fail, then... I'll go to the playground!" .......The upstairs is a ruthless person, if you don’t succeed in confessing, you will run away?” "Are you serious? Are you going to confess?" "Since the atmosphere is here, I will go too!" "Thank you brothers for your courage, I do too!" Jiang Feng never expected that he just sang a song about youth regret. Has it become the confession song in the hearts of netizens? It was directly shared by countless netizens with their crush. Moreover, the copywriting is surprisingly consistent. "I don't want to leave regrets with you!" "So, I like you!" Of course, most of them were crushed objects, who ruthlessly and ruthlessly rejected them. After all, confession has always been the clarion call of victory rather than charge. As a result, those brothers who failed to express their confession knelt back to the live broadcast room one after another. "Sorry guys, I failed." "Woooooo, I confessed my confession, she said that her boyfriend will come to my school to beat me up later." "Whoa, how do I know he has a boyfriend?" "I shared the song "The Wind Rises" and said I liked her, she asked me if I was crazy..." "Brothers, it's only my crush, let me go? I know, she must care about me, otherwise, how could she just let me go and not let others go. The brother who failed to confess his love, sold it miserably in the live broadcast room. As for the brother who confessed his success, he has already let go of his good luck at this time. "Hahahaha, my crush returned to me, she said she likes me too!"
"Thank you, Young Master Feng, this song is blowing up, it is simply a confession divine comedy." "Ahhhhh, I'm so excited. I also succeeded in confessing my love with this song. I'm sorry, brothers. I have to use two rockets, so I have to withdraw first. I'm going to go out on a date later!" "Young Master Feng, I yyds, and I succeeded in my confession. She agreed, but her husband disagreed. Young Master Feng, if you have a conscience, even the hospital will watch over me. "Upstairs, you are all dogs!!!" "I know that you have succeeded in confessing your love, so hurry up and get out with my blessings!!!" "Why! Why!!! Why am I not the one who succeeds!!" There were many people in Jiang Feng's live broadcast room, so naturally there were many people who confessed their love. Therefore, although there are many people who fail, there are naturally many people who succeed given the number of people. The successful people also gave Jiang Feng gifts one after another. Some are rockets, some are airplanes, and some are just cards. Everyone is different, but we all do our best. For a while, Jiang Feng also received a large number of gifts inexplicably. This is something he didn't even think of. At this time, the male anchor finally realized that he had lost after Jiang Feng finished singing. This is a challenge with no judges. However, he is self-aware. Although his cover of the song "Under the Sea" is good. But in front of this song "The Wind Rises", it is far worse. At least, he himself was infected by Jiang Feng's song. This is also the reason why he couldn't recover for a long time. It also reminded him of some of his youth and regrets. "I lost, she is yours." The male anchor looked at Jiang Feng, and said with complicated eyes. He never thought that it would be fine if he lost to that woman wearing a pig mask. He even lost to this anchor with only a few hundred fans. But he had to admit that he really lost in front of Jiang Feng. From all aspects, completely crushed. However, he was also quite aggrieved.
After all, I just opened a live broadcast, and all the people I met were masters? The singing skills of these two guys are even more terrifying than those teachers in their own school. What's more, the guy in the back wearing the golden area even crushed him with an original song, which convinced him. "She never belonged to anyone." Jiang Feng also shook his head and smiled. Deng Ziqi was too naughty, and even made a bet with herself. If she lost on purpose just now, wouldn't Deng Ziqi really want to follow this male anchor? Thinking of this, Jiang Feng also looked at Deng Ziqi. And Deng Ziqi seemed to have seen through Jiang Feng's inner thoughts. He directly replied with a confident gesture. Obviously, the meaning is self-evident, she believes in Jiang Feng. 11 Jiang Feng was also slightly speechless. After Deng Ziqi put on the mask, she seemed to have completely let herself go. Of course, the most depressed people belonged to the fans of the male anchor's live broadcast room. They never figured it out. How did the anchor they trusted so much lose to others twice in a row? "The trash anchor, unexpectedly lost again." "Although the opponent is very powerful, you should also give some strength. "It's still Carnival, but it's gone." "If you lose to one, you can say that the opponent just has the strength, but if you lose to two, what do you say?" "Damn it, I turned it off, and I was so angry watching it." The audience in the live broadcast room of the male anchor said one after another. In fact, the male anchor at this time was also very depressed. Can this be my fault? It's not that the opponent is too strong. So, he also asked Jiang Feng. "Brother, do you really only have a few hundred fans?"
"I feel, it shouldn't be, with your singing skills and original level, you must have more fans than me. "I have thousands of followers." The male anchor also asked a little unwillingly. After all, he was unwilling to lose, it was too wronged. It's not that he lost in strength, but that he felt that it was too embarrassing for him to lose to an anchor with only a few hundred fans. "A few hundred followers?" "Who told you that." Jiang Feng also had a weird expression on his face, and then asked. "It's the woman wearing the pig mask." The male anchor pointed to Deng Ziqi and said... "That's right." Jiang Feng shook his head helplessly. This Deng Ziqi is not shallow. "Brother, let's follow each other. I'm live broadcasting on Douyin. My name is Brother Seven." When the male anchor saw that Jiang Feng was unwilling to answer, he didn't Ask again. It's about interrelated things. After all, singing together is considered fate. This is also a means for the anchors to increase each other's fans. "We're not on the same platform." Jiang Feng shook his head, rejecting the proposal called Seventh Floor. After all, if her live broadcast room was exposed, then Deng Ziqi would be lying if she said she had hundreds of fans. "Oh fine." The male anchor also said disappointedly. However, Jiang Feng didn't want to expose it. But it doesn't mean that the fans in his studio are unwilling to expose. "Fuck, brothers, I found it, Brother Douyin's live broadcast room." "Finally found it, okay, let's go together, let's give this brother named Seventh Brother a little shocking number of people."
"Go Go Go Go!!!!" "Feng Family Army, charge me!!!" "Let the anchor next door know who he met. "If you don't tell him, he will probably die of depression." The fans of Jiang Feng's live broadcast room finally knew about the live broadcast room of the opposite male anchor. Like zombies, they flocked directly to Brother Douyin's live broadcast room. Brother Seven was already a little disappointed. After all, the singing was lost, the carnival was gone, and even that piggy girl couldn't be grabbed. So, now he is very depressed. Even want to download it. After all, I didn't make much money a day. However, at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the number of people in the live broadcast room suddenly increased. Originally, his number, after losing just now, has reached only five thousand. But suddenly, the number started to skyrocket to six thousand. Just for a second. "How is this going?" Seventh Brother was dumbfounded. Generally speaking, when singing, there are many people. Why now that the singing is over, the number of people in the live broadcast room has skyrocketed? However, he was still in a daze. The number of people in the live broadcast room has begun to skyrocket. Directly from 6,000, it skyrocketed to 10,000. However, in just a few seconds, it became 20,000 again. "Fuck, am I popular?" The male anchor instantly jumped up excitedly. After all, the number of people in his live broadcast room has never reached 20,000. He even wondered if he was the favorite of Douyin. However, this is not the case yet.
The number of people skyrocketed again. Thirty thousand. forty thousand. fifty thousand. Sixty thousand. One hundred thousand. Every number made Seventh Brother tremble with fear. You know, this is only a few seconds. It has skyrocketed so much? "Is this a bug in the system?" "How did this happen?" Seventh Brother rubbed his eyes, and couldn't believe his eyes. After all, if there is an increase of 10,000 to 20,000 people, he can suspect that he has become popular, and more people have seen . But with an increase of 100,000 people, this is basically impossible. After all, even for those big anchors of Douyin, many live broadcast rooms don't have 100,000 people. At this time, Seventh Brother finally thought of watching the barrage. When he saw the content of the barrage, he was stunned. Because on the bullet screen, there were dense numbers of Feng family troops coming to watch. The barrage is so dense that it can't even be seen clearly. "Feng Jiajun? Have I attracted any big anchor?" Seeing this, Seventh Brother probably understood what was going on. However, I was even more shocked in my heart, which big anchor can have such a big traffic. Directly attracting 100,000 people? Ah no, while he was watching the barrage, the number of people in the live broadcast room had already risen to 200,000. Moreover, it is still skyrocketing. "You don't know the Feng Family Army?" "We are all Jiang Feng's fans." The audience in the live broadcast room, seeing that Brother Seven was still in a daze, quickly reminded him.
This seventh brother obviously hasn't reacted yet. "Jiang Feng? Are you talking about Jiang Feng who sings about the sea?" "Fuck, I really like his songs, is he here to check my room?" "My God, can I be rounded up by such a big anchor? I'm so lucky. "Could it be that I sang Jiang Feng's "Under the Sea" just now? That's what attracted his attention?" When Seventh Brother heard that Feng's family army was Jiang Feng's fan, he immediately became excited. It seems that everything has become reasonable. If it was Jiang Feng, then the sudden increase in the number of people became reasonable. After all, Jiang Feng's fans in the whole network are extremely scary now. And at this time, the audience in the live broadcast room finally couldn't watch it anymore. "You said you were Feng Shao's fan?" "I see, you are a fake fan. Feng Shao sang with you just now, and you sang his song in front of him, and you didn't recognize him?" "ah?????".