Just to Sweep the Entertainment Industry Chapter 258: On stage, off stage (4,000 words)
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The stars are shining brightly.
Yan Lu stood at this end and hesitated for a second before stepping forward.
He walked step by step, as if every step was on the tip of his heart.
"Star Singer", this is the stage that made him a success. If it wasn't for Jin Ya's approval, if it wasn't for Jiang Lang's insistence, and even more if it wasn't a live show, he wouldn't be where he is today.
How rare, precious, and incredible!
He stood in the spotlight, and today he is completely mature.
The decent hemp-grey trench coat, stand-up collar, and buttons make his figure look tall and straight. Combined with his already calm and steady temperament, this side's stage is held down even more.
His eyes are calm, without joy or sadness, just like the impression he has given people along the way. He is always calm, unhurried, never panicked, and never lost his mind.
He just stood there steadfastly, no matter how violent the storm was with you, he wouldn't waver.
At that moment, Xu Ke suddenly gained a sense of peace of mind from Yan Lu. It was weird, and it was completely unreasonable.
When the first piano sounded, his whole body was shaken, and on the computer screen, the red dot that marked Qi Ming's tracking signal suddenly began to move.
It's fast, astonishingly fast.
He immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie, "The signal is moving, southeast, very fast."
After the words were finished, the door of the carriage was suddenly torn open with great force, and several figures immediately got in. Zhang Kui was full of blood, and immediately shouted to the old Li in the driver's seat: "Chase!"
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You only see the brightest star in the night sky
In the crowd you worship the most popular one
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Yan Lu's singing, resounding in the carriage, became the only sound in the dull air.
After a while, Xu Ke asked: "What happened? Have you figured out the situation of the same name?"
Beside Zhang Kui, the skinny monkey-like Chen Sheng coughed before saying: "I grabbed a small one, said that Ma Mian didn't know where to get the letter, and doubted Qi Ming's identity, so he took him to hide here. This Zhongjiacun is his cousin's bet. In recent years, the wind has been tight, and he has not dared to be too public. Who knows that his cousin also set up a game here today, and lost a big ghost."
He just said this, and Meng Ye, who had been squatting in the corner, suddenly gave himself a mouth, "It's all my fault." If he hadn't noticed the wild cat, he wouldn't have disturbed them.
The two brothers were injured. Although it was not fatal, there was a lot of blood. It was the first time he encountered this kind of thing, and he felt that he was the one who couldn't be hurt.
The most important thing is that it shocked Pocky, and I don't know how Qi Ming is now.
Zhang Kui finished smoking a cigarette. Since the special case was transferred to anti-electric fraud, he has not been so close to the front line for a long time.
This will sniff, "Don't worry, Ma Mian and his cousin still have to rely on the same name to save their lives. Here comes the map."
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Who doesn't want to stand center stage
The halo is just for me
Who cares what you think after the show is over
Who cares what you do
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A few words of lyrics can outline what people are thinking and thinking. This is the ability of the lyricist.
Especially the sentence 'Who cares what you do' rings in everyone's ears, like a sentence of self-deprecation, or a sentence of self-pity, or even better, it's just a sigh.
The audience at the scene was immediately moved, and when the lights swept across, their eyes were already wet.
On the barrage in the live broadcast room, there was a sigh of relief.
In the carriage, the atmosphere was always dull, those touching lyrics, these individuals seemed to have heard, but also did not seem to hear.
They were engrossed in researching the surrounding terrain, contacting support police, and coordinating dispatch.
They, getting closer and closer to the red dot on the screen.
It seems that the next second, when they look up, they can see each other's taillights through the front windshield.
Xu Ke's clasped hands turned white with force, and his eyes turned even redder.
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Exaggeration is not a sin
Can satisfy the empty and boring life
The prying eyes and the talking mouth
After every leisure time
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Several accents, bursting on stage.
Countless audience stood up. They unconsciously applauded, cheered, and waved their arms, but after standing up, they felt at a loss, as if they suddenly didn't know what to do.
At the other end of the screen, Qiu Yan covered her mouth, her lacrimal glands developed, not to mention that this is her idol singing, let alone such a song.
Each sentence of the lyrics is like a small hammer, hitting people's nerves.
What is also beating on nerves is the sound that echoes in the carriage along with those accents.
When they heard the report that the target vehicle had turned down the road, Zhang Kui and the others immediately followed the map and started to find and lock. When standing on the shore.
Zhang Kui immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared, "Stop the vehicle immediately. The suspect has a gun in his hand. Be careful."
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Does it have to be exaggerated? It is meaningless and true and false
Who will tell the truth if the pompous packaging is better than the price
Who speaks the truth
As long as the picture is enough to surprise as long as the content is enough to explode
A mouth opened smallpox, laughing and scolding
Tell the truth secretly in front of the mirror at night
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On the stage, Yan Lu's eyes seemed to understand the rules of the world, cold and sharp.
Across the screen, Xu Ke looked at him quietly, as if he was listening to his songs in his brain, but he didn't seem to be listening to his songs.
He suddenly wanted to get rid of all the voices from the outside world. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation, no matter how he was hiding with Qi Ming and being chased by others.
The pursuit in the night, the gunshot that cut through the silent night, these were all very far away from his life, so far away that he could fantasize wildly, but he didn't want these to come to him today.
In his ear, the voice on the walkie-talkie didn't stop for a moment.
"Team Zhang, the target vehicle broke through the roadblock and turned to the southwest."
“When setting up the card, the vehicle must be stopped in front of the Linhe road section.”
"Team Zhang, I'm the No. 3 car. I'm following the side of the target vehicle now, and the pockmarked face of one of the target characters is suspected to be injured... uh!"
Another shot rang out, raising everyone's hearts again.
Time seems to have stopped.
Fortunately, it didn't take long before the person who spoke earlier finally said, "Team Zhang, I'm fine, the target vehicle is still fleeing to the southwest."
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You like me or not I am your freedom
I just want to catch your ear at some point
Sing the first note for a musical dream
I never gave up
Subjective and objective bystanders hinder too much
It's up to you to bear the good or the bad
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Having sung the normal, breaking the rules, the strict voice has returned to his own heart.
That sentence 'You like me, don't like me, is your freedom'.
For some reason, the people who heard it couldn't help but smile.
I seem to have thought that Yan Lu's journey has not been easy. It's ups and downs, and it's precarious. It's almost a rare sight in Chinese music.
Maybe he's just too good!
There are always surprises, and real surprises.
In the singer's preparation room, the eldest grandson Zhe stared at the screen calmly, thinking of the last time Yan Li sang his own attitude, the phrase "you can't learn to bend over" was because of himself.
Time has changed, and I just feel that I was a stranger like a madman not long ago.
He suddenly smiled, "But I still really want to win you."
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So I'm going to sing
Let the emotion be released in the song
Choose a few good songs
Be able to touch people to give something
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On a dirt road, several cars are chasing each other.
Because of the eagerness to stop the car before the river, it can be said that the police force on the pursuit side is completely spared no effort.
On the other side, on the target vehicle, although Ma Mian was injured, because his cousin held a gun and needed to control the only hostage, he assumed the responsibility of driving.
He's not familiar with the road conditions here, plus it's dark, he's completely in a state of panic.
His tense knuckles turned white, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were blank as if he was just staring at the road ahead mechanically.
Qi Ming was also injured. He was crooked on the back seat of the car, unable to move at all because of weakness. He could roughly see the shadows outside the car window, and the occasional halo of the car lights.
Working hard, he said: "There is no need to escape, there is a chance to commit crimes."
"Shut up!" Hei Biaozi, his pock-marked cousin, put his elbow on Qi Ming's stomach and said fiercely, "Besides, I'll throw you out of the car now."
"Hehehe." Qi Ming grinned, "You have a case on you, right? You're afraid of going in, but you're hurting your brother. He's fine."
Seeing the pockmarked face, Hei Biaozi gave Qi Ming another slap in the face, "Just now, we beat two policemen, and everything has changed."
Qi Ming shook his head, he couldn't see the rearview mirror from this angle, he could only see the small half of the back of his head showing his pockmarked face, "The gun is yours, and you are the one who fired it, it's nothing to do with us."
“Who will believe it when you say it?”
Finally saw the back of Ma-face's head move slightly, Qi Ming grinned, "I will believe it, your brother is a liar, he is very timid."
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I am not lucky
Because the road I choose is hard to walk
If you're good enough but can't get ahead
At least there is no second me
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The voice like an announcement pierces the dark night sky, bringing the moonlight clear.
At that moment, there was a different kind of confidence and heroism, which permeated from the strict singing and transmitted to every pair of listening ears.
The sentence 'I am not the lucky one' fills the hearts of many people with grief.
Who doesn't want a smooth journey, who doesn't want a bumpless journey, who doesn't want a life without worry, who doesn't want to achieve something.
But many people, they have been on the way to dream or struggle to survive, they long for luck to come, but they know that luck will never fall on them.
Some give up, some give in, and some even despair.
But there are still some people, as the lyrics sing, they know that the road is difficult, but they still have to work hard and work hard, and they still have to be the 'me' without a second one.
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Does it have to be exaggerated?
I also struggled inside
Does anyone see when a person is working hard?
Does anyone know?
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"Team Zhang, the suspect abandoned the car and ran away." The voices on the walkie-talkie were almost continuous.
Then the car that Zhang Kui and others were riding in also stopped at the nearest place, and arranged for a person to stay to protect Xu Ke. Zhang Kui led the people to immediately rush out of the car and joined the pursuit team.
Desolate forest, wasteland, withered grass.
Except for the headlights, no light can shine into this clearing.
The figures run in the dark, as if each one is a headless fly, unable to identify the direction.
Xu Ke held the walkie-talkie and indicated the direction to Team Zhang based on the red signal.
Ear, while listening to Yan Li's singing, listening to the sound from the walkie-talkie outside the car window.
There are voices, there are gunshots, and there are rustles.
The night was not disturbed by this, but it seemed to be quieter. The quiet gunshots seemed to ring in Xu Ke's ears.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the carriage, with urgency and tension.
Xiao Liu, who was guarding Xu Ke, was nervous all of a sudden, and immediately used the walkie-talkie in a low voice to communicate with the police officers left behind.
It took a while before I heard muffled groans and screams. At this time, Xiao Liu opened the door of the carriage and found the pockmarked face controlled by the police officers.
He was stunned for a moment, then startled, he rushed forward, pulled his pockmarked face, and shouted: "Why are you here?"
The three souls with the pock-marked face had already been frightened, and seven souls were gone. In addition, there were injuries on the body. After a while, he recovered under a slap and cried, "Lao Qi said that I have committed crimes and made meritorious deeds. I took the opportunity to say that the car was broken, and my cousin said that the car should not run, so I took advantage of the chaos and turned myself in.”
He said a sentence upside down, but Xiao Liu's hand was getting colder and colder, Xu Ke couldn't sit still anymore, he rushed over and asked, "What about Lao Qi? Where's Lao Qi! I How about you, Lao Qi!"
The pockmarked face trembled even more, "He was caught by Biaozi. He was shot in the stomach, and there was a lot of blood."
Xu Ke panicked and was shot. This was a part of their life that shouldn't have happened in their lives. He instinctively climbed into the car, took the walkie-talkie, and said stumblingly: "Ma-face turned himself in, Qi Ming was injured, and in Biaozi's hands."
Hei Biaozi, desperado.
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Sing until my mind melts
The voice is hoarse
I'm crazy if I'm obsessed
If you can't sway, what kind of singing player is
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Time has been stretched.
The sound of the wind can no longer bring any sound in the distance. I haven't heard the sound of gunfire for a long time. Xu Ke knows that Hei Biaozi's bullets are limited, and he can't shoot a few rounds in total.
But Qi Ming was shot, still in the stomach, and he didn't have any good thoughts or good pictures in his mind.
The first time I heard the gunshots, I called the ambulance, and now I have arrived at the scene. The red and blue lights have lowered the temperature a few times this night.
His eyes fell on the phone screen.
On that stage, time flies so fast.
This song by Yan Lu is almost finished.
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Watch me shine for you
Please accept it if it suits your appetite or not
The next moment will be a spark for you
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The treble, the strict treble is clear and clear, with some bel canto singing in it.
Like a song, it is here that he announces what he really wants to say.
What you like or not is up to you!
The truth is, you have to accept whether it suits your appetite or not!
This is a person's self-confidence and arrogance, and this is the one and only me!
A figure hurriedly approached, and on the single shelf that had been waiting for a long time, a person was steadily put on it.
Xiao Liu called ~IndoMTL.com~ Xu Ke several times, and he was rescued by the same name. "
In a jolt, Xu Ke's thinking didn't catch up, so he asked indifferently, "What did you say?"
Xiao Liu slammed him, "I said Qi Ming rescued him."
Xu Ke, who was originally sitting on the ground, turned over and got up. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he turned back and grabbed his phone.
He staggered and almost fell down and threw himself on the single stand. He held the phone in front of Qi Ming, "Your good brother, on the stage of Yanli, you still caught up."
At that time, Yan Lu's song, the last note, just ended in Qi Ming's smiling eyes.
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