The stage is a little dim.

The light shook gently, and the mysterious man with a mask sat on the chair, and in front of him was a vertical microphone. The music sounded gently, with gentleness and melodrama, and faintly exuded a hint of sadness.

"I haven't heard of it."

"It seems like a new song?"

The specially invited old comment group, Lin Junjie, the famous singer on the left, said with a smile, while the king of the central speech of the evaluation seat, Jay Chou closed his eyes gently: "Listen, maybe he is a veteran singer we know."

"No way."

Zhang Shaohan, who was separated by a position, smiled and said, "Looking at this person, he should be not very old. After all, there are not many seniors with such a good figure, but he can still finish his life at such a young age. I am also very curious about this person's identity."

“…”

This group of musical guests is not judges. After all, "Crossover King" is more like a sentimental program. It does not focus on competitions. Who would let a group of front-line actors participate in the singing competition? It is nothing more than satisfying everyone's dream of music, and then get a few good comments from the actors that have a lot of talents.

Everyone was curious.

The mysterious man on the stage has already started singing. His voice is very soft, as if he is afraid that he will disturb someone's dream, and it seems to have an indescribable sense of warmth: "You ask why the wind is holding the migratory birds flying, but it makes him panic; you ask why the rain nourishes all things, but it also wets his clothes; you ask why he kisses his scars, but can't take him home..."

As soon as this sound came out!

The singers were collectively stunned!

The actors also widened their eyes!

Although it is impossible, the recognition of this voice still subconsciously made the man who had not been missing in everyone's mind, but then the reason of the brain told everyone that the man could not appear on such a stage.

"It seems..."

Huang Bo was the first to express his feelings, his eyes were slightly red, and the memories that had been evoked by Xia Yu's singing before became clear again. This sound really looked so similar to Luo Xun's voice!

"How great it would be if it were true."

Deng Chao also closed his eyes slightly amid the singing.

"How great it would be if it were true." The same feeling came from Jay Chou's mouth. As a former friend, he heard the familiar smell in this voice, but he also knew that the owner of this voice could not be the man who had drunk and talked to him.

"This is……"

"Luo Xun's voice?"

The audience looked at each other, and the voices of fans were even trembling, but everyone understood that this was impossible-

The program team is intent.

In fact, this kind of part was specially prepared to pay tribute to Luo Xun. The man singing on the stage should be imitating Luo Xun's voice, and the imitation was very similar.

Almost fake and real!

If everyone hadn't known that Luo Xun had become a vegetable, he would have really regarded the man who was singing softly on the stage as Luo Xun!

“That’s right.”

Someone said in a disappointment: "This is Yinbai's program. It is indeed normal to pay tribute to Luo Xun in Yinbai's new program. After all, he has disappeared for several years. Everyone really misses him very much."

This is the sorrow of longing.

The artistic conception of the song seemed to cater to such sorrow, which made the voice slightly hoarse: "You ask me why I still dare not let go, knowing that I can't hear the answer..."

It’s not that I dare not let go.

I'm reluctant to let go.

And, I heard the answer...

The camera hit Xia Yu's face, and the corners of her mouth gently curled up, as if she was happy about something, but tears accidentally slipped out.

On stage.

The man in the mask stood up and picked up the microphone from the stand. His eyes swept over the audience and finally landed on the guests, as if he was having a conversation for many years: "If the light had forgotten to illuminate the front, would you hold my hand; if the road leads to an unknown place, would you walk with me?"

Offstage.

Some viewers were already crying. Even though they knew it was not him, they heard the lyrics that belonged to him.

Don't talk about fans.

Even passers-by cannot escape the sad atmosphere at this moment, and inevitably becomes empathetic. He is silent in the singing, but he answers in his heart:

Luo Xun, look...

Everyone will hold your hand and walk with you, but where are you at this moment?

The lights are still flowing slowly.

The singer's voice seemed to sound from a distant place, with a deep sigh: "A lifetime is too short, a moment is so long. We wake up crying but refuse to forget."

The voice paused.

The emotions were also paused.

The man on the stage sings in a slightly relieved voice: "Fortunately... your hand fell on my shoulder."

Pan Yueming bit his lip.

He remembered the help he had never known each other back then.

The music quietly increased a little, and the singer wearing a mask gently raised his head and sang: "Like a small piece of dust floating in the air, why does it refuse to stop until the dark clouds dissipate and the wind and rain end, who will lead you to find the source of light."

Brother Hu's hands are tightly clenched.

He remembered the filming of "The Scarlet Sun" and his voice and appearance at that time, as if bathed in the rays of light and was respected by everyone.

The song is called "Wuwen".

Luo Xun changed the words by a stranger. He knew that no one could see his expression at the moment, but he still couldn't help but lower his head. Perhaps he was also infected by the emotions at the scene, or perhaps he just felt something: "It's like a book covered in dust on his hand. Has it ever carried someone's sorrow? Although the years are silent and flowing to the twilight, you remind you of my return..."

If you are a book.

But it has never fallen into dust.

He Jiong thought so with tears in his eyes. He has been hosting his career for so many years and has shed tears on the stage many times, but he has never been so sad once. In a vague way, the figure on the stage seemed to overlap with a memory, but at that time, laughter was still intertwined.

This moment.

No one cares about the song itself, because that is not the focus of everyone. In this huge, sad ocean, everyone is just silently celebrating with tears, and some precious memories that may never be returned.

Until the music stops.

The man turned his back to the audience and gently took off his mask: "If the light had forgotten to illuminate the front, would you hold my hand?"

The music is over.

This is an Arabica-style ending.

The man who took off his mask had turned around and exposed his face to the gradually brightening light. In the tears of tears, he stretched out his hand to everyone: "If the road leads to an unknown place... are you still walking with me?"

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I feel embarrassed about the update. Every time I want to finish it, I will have various syndromes, commonly known as falling off the chain.

This song is called "No Question".

Both versions of Mao Buyi and Zhou Shen are very good, but Luo Xun changed a few lyrics when singing, so everyone can choose their favorite version according to their hobbies.
Chapter completed!