The southeast wind in July blew over the "entertainment capital" Xinghai City, bringing dense drizzle and falling silently on top of the studio.
Time 13:00
The audition scene of the "Miracle Singer" program.
On the stage, a man with heavy makeup was performing a dance. The three judges sitting on the judges' bench were in a daze with expressionless faces, obviously not paying attention to the man who was performing hard on the stage.
Backstage, a little girl with short hair who was about to take the stage was lowering her head and silently reciting the following opening remarks.
A handsome man dressed as a staff member kept walking back and forth in front of the little girl, muttering something to himself as he walked:
"Xiaoyun, it's time for you to perform on stage soon. Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you can't pass the audition. We don't have to appear on TV. We have already made money after eating two meals in vain. And I secretly hid it.
I ordered a box lunch and dinner is ready..."
"Brother, can you stop walking around?"
Mo Xiaoyun, a little girl with short hair, raised her head helplessly and said softly: "I am performing on the stage and not you, so why are you nervous?"
"Am I nervous?" Fang Jin, dressed as a staff member, wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants and stuttered, "I, do I look nervous?"
The word "nervous" is printed on your forehead, right?
"Brother, really, if you are afraid of the stage, why did you sneak backstage? And..." Noila Mo wrinkled her nose and said in a disgusted voice: "Where did you get these smelly clothes?
It couldn't be stolen, right? It's not a good boy to steal things!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down." Fang Jin quickly looked around and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid you'll burp when you're nervous, so I'm here to cheer you up."
The little girl rolled her eyes: "Only you can be so nervous that you burp your farts!"
While the two people were bickering backstage, the man on the stage had already finished his performance.
He was sweating profusely and bowed to a few scattered spectators, and then bowed to the judges' table, panting: "Please, please judge, please comment."
The three judges stopped being in a daze, glanced at him casually, then lowered their heads and started writing with their pens.
The man on the stage was so anxious that he couldn't even wipe the sweat off his head.
"Let me talk about your accompaniment first." The first female judge raised her head and adjusted her glasses: "It's too noisy! It feels like it's overwhelming the performance. From this point alone, I can't give it to you. I'm sorry.
."
The man's face turned pale and he turned his attention to the next judge.
According to the regulations, as long as one of the three judges fails, he can leave directly, so the man has no hope.
However, people always like to have hope for irreversible things, right?
"What are you looking at me doing?" The second male judge waved his hand impatiently: "Don't waste time, hurry up and get the next one!"
The man was completely desperate and walked off the stage in despair.
At this moment, the male judge suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"
A look of hope suddenly burst out in the man's eyes. He turned around excitedly, only to hear the cold voice of the male judge.
"Pick up the trash you left on the stage!"
The man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
…
Backstage.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this person is so miserable. If it were me, I would have hit my head to the ground and died."
Fang Jin poked half of his head out to look at the man on the stage, with red eyes, he picked up the stereo and jacket on the floor, and walked off the stage as if running for his life.
Fang Jin turned around and said to the little girl with short hair in an experienced tone: "Look Xiaoyun, the stage is hell, and the audience is the devil. They feed on the ugly pain of the performers and vomit out malicious
laugh at."
He gently touched the little girl's hair: "How about we go, it's too dangerous here..."
"Brother, what are you talking about? It's my turn to take the stage next."
Noila Mo lowered his head and avoided Fang Jin's big hands that were so nervous that they were wet: "Brother, just watch Xiaoyun's performance quietly. Even if you don't have confidence in me, you should have confidence in your own songs!"
Hearing this, Fang Jin straightened the joystick instantly and said domineeringly: "Little girl, are you kidding me? My songs are ahead of an era! How can I not have confidence?"
Noila Mo adjusted her little skirt: "You have to believe Xiaoyun."
On the stage, the host has already started announcing the next program.
"I'm going to do it!" Noila Mo walked out confidently.
Fang Jin straightened his neck and raised one hand, wanting to call out Noila Mo, but he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He just prayed silently in his heart.
Come on! Mo Xiaoyun!
…
Looking at the little girl on stage, the male judge asked the host: "Why are there still children participating? Is the quality of our program so low?"
"Oh, that's it." The host explained from the side: "According to regulations, minors can participate in auditions with the help of their guardians. In addition, children's participation has nothing to do with the level of the program."
"What about her guardian? Why did she come on stage by herself?" The male judge frowned and looked at Mo Xiaoyun: "Little girl, where are your parents?"
"They have disappeared for many years. It was my brother who brought me here." Mo Xiaoyun obediently bowed to the audience and judges' seats, then stood on tiptoes and said on the microphone: "Hello everyone, hello judges and teachers, my name is Mo Xiaoyun.
Yun, I will sing a song for you today."
"Disappear? What the little girl said is really interesting." The male judge sneered and turned to look at the other two judges: "What do you think? Is it necessary to continue playing with her?"
The female judge didn't say anything and started to feel dumbfounded.
Another judge with a Chinese-character face signaled that Mo Xiaoyun could start performing.
In the auditorium, a few scattered spectators lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones.
"Then I'll start."
Noila Mo was not affected. She stood up on tiptoes and took off the microphone, then raised it to her mouth.
Suddenly, her temperament changed, becoming elegant and tranquil.
She opened her mouth gently, and a melodious and full natural sound sounded faintly.
"Outside the pavilion,
Beside the ancient road~
The grass is green and the sky is green..."
what sound?
People in the audience put down their mobile phones one after another and raised their heads in surprise.
Why does it sound so good!
The female judge also came back to her senses instantly and looked at Noila Mo with surprise.
What a great song!
But at this moment, an extremely discordant sound sounded.
"What are you singing? There's not even an accompaniment?" The male judge knocked on the table and said rudely: "Little girl, do you think this is the first lesson of school where the teacher asked you to come to the podium to perform your talent?
?”
As soon as these words came out, Fang Jin, who was backstage, immediately clenched his fists.
Even the female judges on the side looked at the male judges with dissatisfaction.
Fortunately, Noila Mo on the stage remained unmoved and opened his mouth to continue singing.
The next moment, her beautiful and fresh voice spread throughout the entire venue.
"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the flute remains,
The mountains outside Sunset Mountain..."
Such a beautiful voice was rudely interrupted.
"Okay, okay!" The male judge waved his hand impatiently: "What do you think this is doing? Playing house in kindergarten? I won't let you pass, next one!"
Both the audience and the female judges on the side showed extremely bored expressions towards him. If it weren't for the fear of disturbing the little angel on the stage, the grumpy old man in the audience would have rushed up to give him a blast.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like this?" The male judge looked around with confusion on his face, showing no remorse.
call out!
A white object flew out from behind the stage and landed directly on the head of the male judge.
It's a box lunch.
The male judge didn't react for a while. When the dripping vegetable soup flowed into his neck, he shouted angrily: "Who! Who did this?! What do you want to do!? Security! Where is the security?!"
"Shut your mouth!" At this time, the judge with the Chinese character face who had been silent suddenly shouted coldly: "Go away again!"
The male judge suppressed his blush and wanted to say something to him, but when he thought of this person's identity, he stopped immediately.
The scene finally became quiet.
Only the beautiful singing voice echoed.
"The end of the sky,
corner of the earth,
I only have a handful of close friends~"
Noila Mo paused for a moment, and the huge venue was silent.
Everyone listened attentively, not wanting to give up any syllable.
Even the male judge, who was covered in food, fell silent.
This song seems to have the magical power to cleanse the soul, making people just want to listen quietly and let everything go.
Then, the melodious and clear singing voice began to float again.
"A pot of turbid wine consumes all the joy,
Don’t dream coldly tonight..."
The tone of voice is tactful, gentle and soothing, and the sorrow of farewell is eloquently expressed, which lingers for a long time, making people intoxicated.
So beautiful!
So charming!
People's mouths seemed to be stuck with glue and they couldn't open them. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of making any noise and scaring away the light and loud singing.
Mo Xiaoyun then sang:
"Thousands of love,
a glass of wine,
The sound of the flute reminds me~
I asked you when will you return here?
Don’t linger when you come…”
By this time, the sound had gone up a different tune, becoming fuller and louder, and even more intoxicating.
"The end of the sky,
corner of the earth,
Half of my close friends~
A pot of turbid wine consumes all the joy,
Don’t dream coldly tonight..."
The judge with the Chinese character face closed his eyes and his mind was empty, but there was a turmoil in his heart.
The end of the sky, the corner of the earth.
Just six words, it feels like you are immersed in this vast and distant scenery.
But why so melancholy?
Half of my close friends are scattered!
People are separated, out of reach, and helpless!
The sadness of being separated from my friends lingers in my heart for a long time and cannot be dissipated. This sadness is like sadness, helplessness, and dull pain, which is difficult to describe.
A pot of turbid wine consumes all the joy.
I can only drink a ladle of turbid wine to enjoy the remaining joy of this moment, and say goodbye to the coldness and solemnity in tonight's dream. The world is so big and small, and I am alone in my dream, feeling miserable and lonely.
Unknowingly, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my ears, the melodious and full singing voice is still dancing smartly.
"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth,
Half of my close friends~
I asked you when will you return here?
Don’t linger when you come…”
The song echoes around, seemingly similar, but different. There is a sense of letting it go. The passion gradually slows down, but the sentimentality still permeates the whole body, and the sadness and resentment becomes longer and longer.
Time seems to have stopped.
The singing is over.
Some people closed their eyes and hummed softly, while others opened their eyes and swallowed harder.
Some people lowered their heads and remained silent, while others looked up at the sky.
Some people are obsessed with the melody, while others are obsessed with the artistic conception.
Someone cursed in a low voice: "Fuck! I forgot to record it!"
Someone has already put on headphones and clicked on playback.
On the stage, the cute little girl bowed and thanked her: "I've finished singing."
After saying that, she stood on tiptoes and inserted the microphone into the stand.
There was no response in the audience.
After a long time, the judge with the Chinese character face slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath:
"What's the name of the song?"
Everyone's ears pricked up, and everyone wanted to know the name of such a beautiful song.