The magic capital is thousands of miles away from Star City, and across the screen, Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman as if he had a distance.
This distance is indescribable, but it is distinct.
It's like the difference between a star and a mortal.
Recording a singer was actually yesterday, but at that time, because of the closeness, because of the tense atmosphere, and because the little girl was always shouting, hugging, and disturbing his mind, Han Jue couldn't be objective, so he didn't notice something.
Now I see it.
Compared with the little girl I met half a year ago, the change at this time is obvious.
The lights and eyes of the stage were all focused on Zhang Yiman's body.
The burgundy hair is coiled around the top of the head with a hairpin, revealing the slender neck curve like a lotus leaf stem.
She doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold, wearing a clean and simple white shirt, her collarbones are faintly visible, her lower body is unpleated black dress pants, and she is stepping on black high heels, which makes her even taller, who is not short.
The simple basic collocation, worn on Zhang Yiman's body, will not make people feel that she has no aura at all.
Because the temperament of the star itself is the most perfect and shining decoration.
This cruelly tells the world that beauty is picky.
Attractive people wear everything to sparkle, and people who don't look good, even if they wear famous brands, are like wearing copycats.
"Oh oh goddess, I love you" the audience shouted.
Most of the shouts are the same.
Zhang Yiman just smiled warmly, his eyes were like two wet ink dots on rice paper, shouting Happy New Year, which attracted shouts from the audience.
She didn't say anything more, but held the microphone and concentrated on preparing for the following singing.
The open-air gymnasium is undoubtedly noisy, the audience's attention span is also limited, and coupled with the atmosphere of the party, the audience at the scene can easily not calm down.
Few singers choose to sing a lyric song that needs to be listened to quietly at such a crowded outdoor evening.
Not to mention young or old singers, any singer who still has a little bit of pursuit of singing can't like it in the face of a messy, unfocused, unenthusiastic, and uncooperative audience.
But Zhang Yiman designated to sing this one.
The TV station and the company team heard that Zhang Yiman wanted to sing the popular tracks from his first album, which was a normal request.
But Sister Qin felt that she had guessed a little bit of this girl's mind.
The prelude sounded.
Giggles are the sound of winding, and then the music box is opened, and the accompaniment clangs and dings.
Zhang Yiman was in the light, unbelievably beautiful, like a beautiful fairy tale.
At the bottom of the screen, information about the song appears at the right time: Your eyes Lyrics: Han Jue Composer: Han Jue Original singer: Zhang Yiman Zhang Yiman raised the microphone and sang unhurriedly: Like a drizzle of rain fell on the bottom of my heart It felt so mysterious I can't help but look up at you And you don't show a trace With Zhang Yiman's singing voice like coming out of the record, the scene quickly quieted down.
This song is like a love letter, delivered to Han Jue's heart through the screen.
Han Jue did receive it.
Your eyes are the clip of Zhang Yiman singing with that woman.
Han Jue, with the idea of not insulting this song, handed over the complete song to Zhang Yiman for interpretation.
Later, this song was included in the first album by Zhang Yiman.
After its release, it became a popular song and was widely praised by fans over the age of 30.
It plays a vital role in capturing Uncle Powder.
This is the first song Han Jue wrote to Zhang Yiman.
Although it is silent, it is hard to forget That's your eyes, bright and beautiful yes There is a world of love, and my heart is full of joy While singing, Zhang Yiman looked around at the audience, moved halfway, waved his hand, and took care of the audience from all sides, far and near.
The bright eyes, in response to the lyrics, are really bright and beautiful, and they have left an indelible mark in the hearts of thousands of people.
When Zhang Yiman's eyes occasionally reached the camera, every viewer in front of the TV seemed to feel the emotion that was about to overflow from these eyes.
Some elderly audiences, listening to the song containing endless regrets, and then looking at Zhang Yiman's eyes, suddenly fell into the fading beauty in their memory.
Singing so well.
The audience thought softly.
The audience listened to Zhang Yiman's singing quietly, and the scene was applauded until the music box at the end of the last no longer sounded.
After this period of experience as a singer, Zhang Yiman's typhoon is more stable, more emotional, and more well conveyed.
Extraordinary talent, vigorous vitality, and luminous attributes, all of which are destined for her to open a new era.
Your eyes are finished, but in the applause, Zhang Yiman has not gone down.
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He Tu and Wang Yang didn't come up either.
Instead, a group of backup dancers walked up from both sides of the stage.
Before everyone figured out the situation, some people lifted the microphone stand, some put on a black motorcycle jacket for Zhang Yiman, some put on a pair of sunglasses for Zhang Yiman, and some handed a megaphone that seemed to be ten yuan a roadside stall.
When everyone saw this cool shape, and then looked at the iconic megaphone, they shouted like crazy.
Zhang Yiman was fully equipped, walked out of the backup dance, wearing sunglasses and standing in front of Limai, holding the microphone in one hand and the megaphone in the other.
The aura is in full swing.
"Open to Tuli" "Ahhhh The audience, regardless of men and women, stretched out their hands towards Zhang Yiman, shouting with their teeth and claws.
Zhang Yiman has two songs to sing tonight.
After a slow song, you are probably afraid that the audience will be sleepy, and then a psychedelic rock song will go to the top, which will heat up the atmosphere again, so that it looks a little festive.
Although it only came out last night, such a song is enough time a day for those who love it to listen to it several times.
So, when the sound of the snare drum sounded, the blood of some of the audience in the audience had already begun to boil.
As is customary, Zhang Yiman held the iconic megaphone and spoke expressionlessly, allowing the distorted voice to sound again in the televisions of thousands of households: Every ant has eyes and a nose, whether it is beautiful or not, whether there is a millimeter deviation, and what does it matter When Zhang Yiman's two songs ended, the next one to appear happened to be the new singer Yang Shuwen.
Yang Shuwen is a small-voiced singer, suitable for the recording studio, and it is difficult to exert her amazing voice at the party.
After Han Jue watched Yang Shuwen's performance, he had seen the performances that he should have watched, and he had also examined the differences that should be investigated, so he didn't plan to watch the TV anymore.
The stupid dog next to him has already gradually fallen asleep.
Han Jue spread a newspaper and a towel in the corner for the stupid dog, and transferred the stupid dog who was sleeping with his tongue sticking out his tongue.
Next, we started to carry the black cat.
But the black cat is worthy of being a black cat, very alert, and woke up at the slightest movement.
The moment he saw the little black cat wake up, Han Jue knew that he was finished.
Twenty minutes later.
Han Jue finished taking a bath and was lying comfortably on the bed, he pointed to the little black cat next to the pillow and said, "You give me a little honesty." ” When the little black cat came out of the rescue station, it had already taken a bath and had repelled the insects, so Han Jue didn't have to worry about hygiene.
Anyway, the Samoyed in his previous life always jumped on the bed and stepped on him.
Sleeping with pets is also nothing.
The little black cat was very well-behaved, and meowed as if it understood the advice, as if in response to Han Jue saying that it promised to be honest.
Han Jue was very satisfied.
Then he watched as the little black cat limped onto his belly and lay down.
Han Jue's belly flicked twice, but he didn't bounce it down.
Although the bed was big, Han Jue was really afraid that he would crush the little black cat to death.
So I put it back on the pillow and give it a haircut.
"Sleep, sleep."
Han Jue turned off the light and lay down.
The little black cat is also very honest.
Chinese New Year's Eve seems to be over.
"Ding" "Ding Ding" "Ding" The SMS chime on the phone rings continuously.
Han Jue turned on the bedside lamp and picked up his phone suspiciously.
But when he saw the sender's name, Han Jue smiled, and his mood suddenly improved.
Silly girl.
There are several in a row, all of which were sent by Zhang Yiman.
Look at the time, it's exactly 0:00, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year.
At this time, the party was not over yet, but Zhang Yiman may have returned to the backstage, or he may have left early, and he saw the text message that Han Jue sent her before and wanted to send the gift over.
Han Jue clicked on the text message, and he didn't know it with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Yiman took it apart and sent several pieces in a row, a kind of eagerness to care, and it jumped on the paper: Happy New Year, Uncle But uncle, how did you know my birthday, horror expression, horror expression, horror expression I deliberately didn't tell you before, I originally wanted to exchange this thing for a wishing ticket for you next time we meet.
Aggrieved expression Hahaha, did you prepare a special gift for me, what is it, I look forward to looking forward to my eyes and bright expressions In the new year, we will record the show more seriously, oh, we will continue to win the best couple award, oh fist, fist, fist By the way, uncle, you just watched me perform without a smiling expression Zhang Yiman's text messages like to use a lot of expressions, making it look like a group text message.
Han Jue was extremely unaccustomed to it at first, and always asked for voice calls.
But across the phone, they couldn't see each other, Zhang Yiman would become a little bolder, and when he chatted, he would say that he suddenly said Did you miss me today, how many times did you think about me today, and how many times did you think about me today, which made Han Jue very unbearable.
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I had to switch back to text chat.
After chatting with Zhang Yiman many times, he is now accustomed to the style of expressions sometimes more than words. and Zhang Yiman typed and chatted on the mobile phone, and the three sentences were already considered in-depth exchanges without using emojis.
Han Jue looked at the text message, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
Turned over, lay on the bed and typed with great interest.
Happy New Year.
As for your birthday, I don't even need to ask, the old man pinched his fingers and counted it, and it was already there.
I've watched your performance, and yet At this point in typing, a pitch-black paw suddenly appeared on the screen.
Han Jue stopped his finger and looked along the paw.
I saw that the little black cat who was asleep just now was pressing the screen with one paw and looking at him with round eyes.
Han Jue didn't know why, but he had a feeling that he had been caught raped "Meow."
The little black cat shouted.
Stop playing with your phone, come play with me.
It seems to be saying so.
"Good job."
Han Jue removed the little black cat's paws.
The next second, it came up again.
Get out of the way and get on it.
Han Jue had no choice but to sit up, smoothing the little black cat with one hand and replying to text messages with the other.
"Ding" There are new text messages coming in.
When I opened it, it was the director of our love bar, Director Wang.
Director Wang: Mr.
Han, I wish you a happy new year, thank you for your love, and I look forward to winning the annual variety show award for cooperation next year There is a simplicity of a variety artist.
"Ding" "Ding Ding" As if it was an appointment, several in a row were sent together at once.
Xiao Transparent: Mr.
Han wishes you a happy new year, and I hope you are healthy and all the best A very ordinary and normal text message.
Xiao Fan: Happy New Year.
You haven't been playing rap lately, I don't think you've been singing for a long time.
The amusement park gave you the song that the ugly bear sang and quickly sent the studio version, I'll wait to listen to it, by the way, there will be hip-hop next year It's a hygienic song.
Song Yin: Happy New Year, come out to drink the day after tomorrow. looks like a friend of wine and meat.
Natsuhara: Happy.
This one is clear and concise.
Lin Qin: Happy New Year, I wish you a successful new year.
Also, did the dog adoption go well?
This girl who likes to stay at home has time to wish others success in their careers.
Gu Fan: Brother, Happy New Year.
In the back, Yang Shuwen, Yan Hai, temperament girl, the other three groups of guests in love, Xiao Fan's teacher Wang Man, and Kevin, Louie, and Catherine from the United States They also sent New Year's greetings one after another.
Han Jue had no expectations.
But seeing so many blessings, I was still in a trance.
Unconsciously, he has been involved with so many people in this world.
He was originally afraid of this circle, but he had already intersected with people in so many fields.
Han Jue replied to them seriously one by one.
Answering text messages during the holidays is a physical task, and by the time the reply is done, it's already past one o'clock in the morning.
But Han is not too sleepy, and even very energetic.
Think about it, and express yourself abundantly.
It's the same as the first night after the end of the big show and the stage.
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So Han Jue couldn't help but board the Weite software and updated three Weite at one time: It was the world that loved me first, and I couldn't help but love it.
I decided to commit suicide.
Don't take medicine, don't cut your wrists, don't hang yourself, don't jump off buildings.
Eat normally, work and rest regularly, and when fate comes, you will die of old age.
Happy New Year.
After sending it, go to sleep.
Note: Your eyes are Cai Qin.
The arrangement of this article uses the version sung by Lin Zhixuan on I Am a Singer, which is recommended.
In addition, the Cantonese version of the words is also very good, sung by Wei Lan, the voice is sweeter and glutinous. t21902181t21902181