atypical package

Chapter 26

Poverty and anxiety were the symbols engraved in Wei Jiawen's bones in his early years. Since he became sensible, he has lived an extremely self-disciplined life.Learning, singing, and body management are all kept in mind at all times. Such indulgence has never been seen before.

After several days of ignorance, there was a huge emptiness and panic.

He had to accept the fact that Li Yanxi had left him, and at the same time felt terrified by his irresponsible behavior these days.Looking at the desolate and depraved self in the bathroom mirror, he was terrified, and then he closed the door heavily and fled in despair.

He is unwilling to go to the company with such a face, and he is unable to sing those songs that he has practiced countless times. At this moment, he is a combination of self-denial and unchangeable.It seemed that in the past few days, self-pity and wasting time had become a habit, and it seemed that his habits and dispositions had all formed a fault, and it was difficult to continue.

The final arrived as scheduled.He didn't want to humiliate himself, and he didn't know how to speak to Wang Qi.Since he was a child, he didn't want to see the disappointed eyes of others, and he didn't want to disappoint others' expectations, so when he saw Wang Qi's car waiting downstairs, he just sighed and went downstairs .

Wang Qi took a deep look at Wei Jiawen who was sitting in the co-pilot, smacked her lips, and said tentatively, "Why are you different from before?

Wei Jiawen turned his head away, not daring to look into Wang Qi's eyes.He licked his lips nervously, and answered evasively, "What's different?"

Wang Qi touched her nose, scratched her hair again, and finally said, "I can't tell. It feels more mature."

The backside of maturity is vicissitudes.For some reason, Wei Jiawen suddenly thought of this sentence.

Wei Jiawen twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling hypocritically.

Wang Qi started the car, and added after a long time, "But it's pretty good-looking. It's even better than before."

Wei Jiawen just shook his head lightly.No more words.

When he arrived at the competition site, Wei Jiawen sat alone on the backstage seat, expressionless, letting the makeup artist fiddle with his face,

The makeup artist has been with him for a long time, and he has some understanding of his character. Seeing his gloomy appearance, he can't help joking, "Why didn't Jiawen talk today? Are you going to change the character design? The cool boy ?”

Wei Jiawen reacted for a long time after hearing this, then shook his head slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "No."

The makeup artist smiled, drew the last stroke on his lips with a lip brush, and said softly, "That's nervous. It's okay, you've done a good job."

Wei Jiawen nodded, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.He has been fortunate and unlucky along the way, and he will always be grateful to meet so many gentle people.

Before the competition, the music director in charge of the live program went to the backstage to cheer on Wei Jiawen and Zhao Tianlin.Zhao Tianlin is a senior from Wei Jiawen's same school and department. Her lyrics and music are outstanding among her peers, and she is quite talented. Last year, she released her first solo digital album on the Internet, and the reviews were very good.The music director is very optimistic about Zhao Tianlin, and the two of them come and go, talking happily.

Wei Jiawen, who was standing by the side, still looked indifferent, unable to cheer up, and when others said three words, he only answered one or two words lightly.But even though it was a simple one or two words, the sensitive music director caught his eye. He turned his head, looked Wei Jiawen straight in the eyes, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter with your throat?"

Wei Jiawen paused, and said, "No, it's nothing..."

The music director sighed and stopped looking at him. After a while, he said meaningfully, "The career life of a musician can be very long or short. The key depends on how to take the most important steps."

Zhao Tianlin responded repeatedly, but Wei Jiawen remained silent.

He is not ignorant of these principles.But if the incision didn't fall on him, how would he know it hurts?

Over the years, he has been stretched too long.

The song selected for the final of the program group this time is the classic pop song "Cold Wind" from the 90s of last century.

Wei Jiawen once sang this song in private. The chorus lingered in the voice-changing zone continuously.

He and Zhao Tianlin are brothers and sisters of the same school and department. Wei Jiawen had the honor to listen to Zhao Tianlin's graduation concert, and has a deep understanding of Zhao Tianlin's singing and skills.After all, both of them are academic singers with solid singing skills and beautiful timbre. It is an excellent choice for the program group to let them compete in this song.

It was Zhao Tianlin who played first.Her vocal range is very wide, and her timbre fits perfectly with this song. The chorus part is grasped just right, a series of voice changes are flowing like clouds and water, and the emotional expression at the end makes this song lingering and memorable.The completion of the whole song is very high, which can be called a perfect scene.

During the singing of the song, the judges gave praises again and again, and the applause and cheers from the audience came one after another.In the dark, Wei Jiawen only felt that Zhao Tianlin was sure to win.

Such a stable performance, even in his best state, would never be able to do it.

He stepped onto the podium with heavy steps, picked up the microphone, and saw the darkness under the auditorium.

The cheers and disdain of countless fans or passers-by were all hidden in the darkness, leaving only moving shadows, no matter what kind of expression they were, he would never see the picture.

All he can do is sing.

No one can empathize, and no one wants to put themselves in their shoes.No one understands what kind of pain he is standing in the center of the stage, and no one knows what kind of torture he has experienced.

The emotions and expressions of thousands of people are all distant and unreachable phantoms.

What are they cheering for?Why are they applauding?

Wei Jiawen's heart was full of sadness.Although there are thousands of people present, although there are thousands of lights shining, he is lonely in the end.

The prelude had already sounded, and he followed the rhythm to cut in, but for some reason, he couldn't make a sound.

He lost his voice!

This thought flashed through his mind, and sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant. He held the microphone tightly with one hand, and blue veins almost jumped out from the bottom of his muscles.He cleared his throat vigorously, tried several times, but still couldn't sing.

The auditorium was in an uproar, and the judges' expressions were extremely serious.He took two deep breaths, spoke again, trying to keep up with the music, but still couldn't make a sound.

The audience and judges have lost patience.The restlessness and confusion were so overwhelming that they almost overwhelmed the accompanying music.The music director waved his hand, and the music stopped abruptly.

The host He Miao appeared on the stage again and said, "Jiawen may be too nervous. Well, anyway, thank you Jiawen for being here today." Immediately afterwards, the host gave Wei Jiawen a thumbs up and said, "Go to This step, you are already great."

There were sporadic applause from the auditorium, which was then drowned out by rustling laughter.

He didn't want to let people down, and he didn't want to forget his responsibilities, but he messed up everything in the most critical round.

He was extremely embarrassed, and his shame made his whole body go into a high fever, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.His legs and hands were shaking, and his clothes were almost soaked with sweat.

He didn't dare to look at those expressions of disappointment or gloating, and he didn't want to hear those sighs or secret joys, but those noises bit him like bugs.

He bowed at ninety degrees, and what he left for this stage was a lonely and desolate back.

And all of this is his own fault.

The author says:

Save the manuscript tomorrow~ This article (probably) (if I save the finished manuscript) will enter v on 6.12, and there will be 3 more drops at that time~ Thank you all readers for their support and company, bow!