The judge with the Chinese character face slowly lowered his head and stopped talking, as if he was struggling with something.
The female judge wiped the tears on her face and immediately said: "Passed!"
In the audience, everyone was whispering quietly.
"farewell..."
"sounds so good."
"I came here to watch the auditions because I was bored, but I didn't expect to find a treasure."
"Isn't this stable?"
"That's not necessarily true. That male judge is a badass. Didn't you notice that he was beaten with leftover food? Maybe he just wanted to take revenge and not pass."
"Well done! When the little girl sang, he barked like a dog. If my girlfriend hadn't pulled me just now, I would have gone over and beat him to death! If he dares not to pass now, try!"
"...."
Listening to the voice coming from the audience behind him, the male judge broke out in a cold sweat. Regardless of his anger at being thrown away the leftovers, he quickly raised his hand and said: "I've passed it!"
Backstage, Fang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his impulse just now did not affect the final result.
That's right, Fang Jin threw the lunch box just now.
Noila Mo smiled brightly and said obediently: "Thank you!"
The audience clapped one after another, both for encouragement and to celebrate.
But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded.
"The style of our Miracle Singer show is mainly pop and rock." The judge with a Chinese character suddenly interrupted everything: "Although your singing voice is great, little girl, it does not fit the main theme of the show."
The applause stopped.
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and they looked at the judge with a Chinese character face sitting in the judges' seat in surprise.
No! This can all be reversed?!
I didn’t expect you, a thick-browed guy, to be a traitor!!
Especially Fang Jin backstage, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.
On the stage, Noila Mo pouted her lips and looked pitifully at the judges who had the final say.
"So I'm sorry." The judge with the Chinese character face shook his head regretfully: "My choice is..."
"Fail!"
.....
"You're so ignorant! You're so blind!"
The setting sun exudes red brilliance and shines on the grass blades on the roadside, making the raindrops on them shine as brightly as gems.
Fang Jin and Mo Xiaoyun came out of the audition venue and walked on the muddy path.
Fang Jin took a branch and waved it in his hand as if to vent his anger, but Mo Xiaoyun seemed completely unaffected, humming a song and followed Fang Jin, bending down from time to time to help up Xiaocao who was knocked down by Fang Jin.
brush!
Fang Jin waved down the branch in his hand angrily, water droplets splashed everywhere, scattering the sunlight all over the ground: "No, I'm not blind, I'm deaf!"
Mo Xiaoyun, who was following Fang Jin, jumped up and down, comforting Fang Jin: "Oh, it's okay! It's not like I have to be on the show. I've already made a lot of money by eating two meals for nothing. By the way, didn't you say you were secretly doing it?"
Did you hide a lunch box? Where did you hide it?"
"I fed the dog."
Fang Jin became more and more angry as he thought about it. He suddenly broke the branch in his hand and threw it to the ground: "I really can't figure it out! Why can't that guy just not let you pass a song that even dogs find nice?"
Mo Xiaoyun's final result was that two judges chose to pass, and one judge chose not to pass. According to the regulations, as long as one of them fails, it means he fails.
Therefore, Mo Xiaoyun lost the election.
The reason for rejection turned out to be "it did not fit the theme and melody of the program."
hehe.
Fang Jinqi jumped out of the backstage on the spot. He didn't care about his stage fright. He pointed at the guy's nose and scolded him.
But this does not change the fact that Mo Xiaoyun lost the election. On the contrary, Fang Jin was caught pretending to be a staff member. In the end, it was the judges with Chinese characters who came forward and let Fang Jin go.
So, what does that guy mean?
Fang Jin sighed and glanced vaguely at Noila Mo, who was squatting on the ground and playing with water drops, his eyes full of heartache.
Poor little guy, fate really won’t give you any gifts!
How long will it take to save the money?
Save money?
Yes, Fang Jin wants to save money. He wants to save a lot of money.
Fang Jin walked to Noila Mo, bent down, and gently took her little hand.
Noila Mo raised her face: "Go home?"
Fang Jin rubbed her hair and whispered softly: "Go home."
The two of them faced the setting sun and the breeze and walked towards the hut not far away.
Behind them, two shadows were holding hands, stretching for a long time.
…
The last audition of Miracle Singer finally ended. Due to too many participants, the audition ended very late.
Scattered spectators left the venue cursing, while the staff kept cleaning the venue and organizing the equipment.
The host in a neat suit greeted everyone before leaving, except for the judge with the Chinese character face.
Before leaving, the female judge said to the Chinese character face expressionlessly: "I thought you were a serious person."
The Chinese-character face gave her a cold look. The female judge's face turned pale, she said "Sorry" and left in a hurry.
The male judge looked at the Chinese-character face and wanted to say something, but as soon as he smelled the food on his body, he left without saying a word.
Soon, only the Chinese character face was left in the venue.
After the sun sets, the sky looks like rice paper covered with blue ink.
In the dark venue, a flame lit up with a click, igniting a thin cigarette.
Jin Jian, a man with Chinese character face, took a puff of cigarette and sighed again.
"well!"
"The sacrifice I made was too great."
After smoking one, Jin Jian looked around and saw no one.
He took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Du-du"
After two rings, the call was connected.
Jin Jian whispered: "Miss, is it convenient for me to speak?"
A cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Convenient."
Jin Jian lowered his voice: "There is an excellent newcomer today that I eliminated. I have obtained her entry information and will send it to you. Before the news has spread on the Internet, dig her out quickly.
"
"good."
"Miss, I can't stay here anymore with Miracle Singer. Please transfer me back quickly."
"good."
After that, the other party hung up the phone.
Jin Jian looked at his cell phone with the screen turned off, and couldn't help but feel lost.
It’s a good thing that she’s the eldest lady, she hung up the phone so neatly.
…
In the evening, a video of only one or two minutes quietly circulated on the Internet.
This is the video of Mo Xiaoyun singing "Farewell".
In just a few hours, the number of views on the video shot up like a rocket.
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"!!"
"this..."
"Treasure!! I found a treasure!!"
"Listen to it a billion times more."
“It sounds so good!!”
"What's going on? Why am I crying?"
"You are not alone."
"I, a man in his 30s, burst into tears listening to a children's song."
"Children's song? Can this be called a children's song!?"
"This lyrics is absolutely amazing! I kneel down to the author!"
"Farewell, why do I want to cry when I see these two words now?"
"Isn't that too exaggerated? When we graduated, no one cried. The teachers said we were very strong."
"Primary schoolboys, get out!"
"You are still young, and the farewell you understand is just that I am happy to think of you, but our farewell means that I want to cry when I see you."
"Dad...I miss you...wuwuwu..."
"Dad is here, don't cry anymore."
"cxk! I think I'll see you again!"
"Everyone told elementary school students to get out!"
...
In a high-end apartment, Kang Jiayu hung up the phone on Jin Jian and slid her fair and slender fingers on the phone screen, carefully reading the comments under the video.
She watched this video back and forth no less than twenty times. Every time she watched it, she fell more in love with the song called "Farewell". It was out of a mentality of "looking for people with as good taste as me" that she
Only then can she endure the spam comments from sleazy netizens and look for serious reviews.
At this time, she no longer hesitated, picked up her phone and called Liu Bing, the show manager of her show.
"Sister Liu, have you read the message Lao Jin sent you?
On the other end of the phone, a refreshing female voice came: "I saw it, the song is very good, and it fits our program very well."
Kang Jiayu nodded: "I think so too. I want to see her appear at the rehearsal of our show tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll tie you up even if you do."
After hanging up the phone, Kang Jiayu walked to the window and looked at the bustling city that never sleeps, but what he was thinking about was the farewell lyrics and melody.
She was very curious, what kind of person could write such a song?
This made her look forward to tomorrow's meeting.
...
The gloomy sky, the dilapidated houses, the draft papers scattered on the ground...
The man lying in the pile of waste paper, the blade of the knife flowing with blood, the deep bone scars on his wrist...
Raging flames! Raging flames!
The unspeakable despair, the pessimism that goes deep into the bones, the determination to escape from everything...
In the dreamlike bubble, Fang Jin opened his eyes and saw the original owner of this body again.
He was a black afterimage, fixed in a dark and damp corner, looking at Fang Jin with lifeless eyes. Although he didn't speak, Fang Jin still understood what he meant:
robber!
You robber who stole my body!
Get out of my body!
Fang Jin woke up suddenly. He sat up and looked towards the corner of the room with palpitations.
Nothing at all.
Fang Jin raised his hand and looked at his wrist, only to see a hideous scar telling the bloody past. It was the work of the original owner of this body.
He is a lonely and weird person who gave up everything, family, friends, and job in order to pursue some dream. He bought this dilapidated house in the wild far away from the city, and spent all day writing and drawing on scrap paper.
One day, he suddenly realized that what he was chasing was just a bubble, so he lit a fire, lay in his own blood and cut his wrists.
In the raging fire, he suddenly stood up. He extinguished the flames that burned everything, and he was reborn.
Physical rebirth.
A joyful and jumping soul named Fang Jin lived in this body full of scars with the memory of his previous life...
As for Fang Jin's story, it's simple.
An ordinary young man with good looks, but a bit handsome. He likes to listen to songs, watch movies, read novels, and play games. On a bright and warm morning, he opened his eyes and found that he had traveled through time.
Yes, it's just so perfunctory.
Fang Jin looked at the scar on his wrist absentmindedly for a while and murmured to himself: "Brother, what are you thinking about and ruining yourself like this? You will go to hell in our place like this..."
Bang bang.
Outside, someone was knocking on the door.
"Who?"
Fang Jin looked out the window and saw that it was already morning. He quickly put on his clothes and walked to the door: "Here we come."
In the cubicle, Noila Mo was wearing moon pajamas, rubbing her hazy sleepy eyes, and came behind Fang Jin: "Is Santa Claus here?"
Last night, the bedtime story Fang Jin told was Santa Claus.
"It's possible that the God of Death is here." Fang Jin responded casually and opened the door.
Outside the door, it was neither Santa Claus nor the Grim Reaper, but a tall woman wearing glasses.
She exudes a capable aura, and you can tell from a glance that she is a resolute working woman.
"Hello, my name is Liu Bing, and I am a dramaturg of the Voice of Wonders program group. I am here to invite Miss Mo Xiaoyun to appear on our program."
Liu Bing stretched out his hand and Fang Jin said: "You are the author of 'Farewell', right? It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you have any intention to sell the copyright of the song? The price we offer is definitely very generous, what do you think? Think about it."
Before Fang Jin could understand what was going on, his hand was already holding on to the woman opposite.
Suddenly, Fang Jin jerked his hand away and said firmly: "There is absolutely no way I can sell songs!"
The songs and other works in my head are all precious treasures that do not belong to me. How could they be wasted like this?
Liu Bing was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded: "I'm very sorry, I was abrupt. However, the main purpose of coming to you is not to ask you to sell songs, but to invite you and Miss Mo Xiaoyun to participate in our program."
of."
"Another audition?"
Fang Jin couldn't help but feel angry when he thought of the irritating things yesterday. Mo Xiaoyun behind him also wrinkled his nose.
"No, no, there is no such thing as an audition in our beautiful voice." As if he knew what Fang Jin was thinking, Liu Bing said quickly: "As long as the contestants invited by us, at least they can show up on TV.
A farewell song like yours is almost certain to have a place."
"You said we can be on the show?" After hearing this, Fang Jin finally understood. He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Are you in charge of the food?"
Liu Bing's train of thought stopped for a moment: "Do you care... do you care about the food?"
"We won't go if you don't want to eat!" Mo Xiaoyun threatened in a low voice behind Fang Jin.
"There will be a dedicated person in charge of the food. What we are discussing now is the issue of appearing on the program." Liu Bing seized the initiative and did not give the opportunity to the big and small in front of him: "Let's talk about our program first. It's wonderful.
The Voice is a purely singing program. The program is in the form of a live broadcast. We don’t have things like mentor turns, singer pk, audience voting, etc. It’s just very simple singing. We will select the candidates for the stage one week in advance and rehearse the program three days in advance.
At the beginning, the singers performed on stage one by one, and after all the performances were completed, the program ended. Our program is a challenge to the market and a reform of variety shows. We pay more attention to the content of the program rather than the form, so excellent works are
The only ticket for our show.”
Fang Jin pinched his chin: "How much does it cost per day?"
"We won't go if you don't pay enough!" Mo Xiaoyun raised his fist behind Fang Jin.
"The current situation may be relatively meager." Liu Bing felt that she was an unscrupulous boss who was trying to spread the pie for her employees, but when she thought of the budget of the show and the Haikou boasted last night, she could only bite the bullet and said: "This is
Because the performance format of our program is too advanced and cannot be understood by the current market, investors in the program are still relatively scarce. However, the remuneration distribution of our program is the most equal among all types of programs currently. After the program ends
We will distribute all the funds equally to all participants, which will be a huge amount of money that can keep ordinary people struggling for a lifetime!"
"Just tell me how much you can give me per day now."
"one hundred...."
Liu Bing blushed and turned her gaze to the side.
It’s such a shame, you can’t even recruit migrant workers with this money.
That means we can only recruit freshly graduated college students.
"Let's go!" Fang Jin nodded solemnly.
"What..." Liu Bing was stunned, as if he didn't expect Fang Jin to agree so directly.
Then, as if she understood something, she showed a respectful expression: "On behalf of all the staff of Wonderful Voice, I welcome you to join! I am superficial. I should have thought of it. How could someone like you do this?"
What about money?"
"That's right, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not. How could a person like me value money?" Fang Jin scratched his head in embarrassment: "By the way, is that one hundred a daily settlement?"
The corners of Liu Bing's mouth twitched, feeling that she might have thought too much.