glasses and walking back and forth, facing hundreds of thousands of people. The boy who is a book lover sings passionately. The boy, surrounded by a group of dark spectators, sang in front of countless people, but it was as if he didn’t know what nervousness was, just like a man singing to himself in a lonely wilderness.
“You have to love even if you die,
” “It won’t be happy if you don’t express it vividly,
” “How deep the feelings are ,
” “Only in this way can you express your feelings enough ; “You have to
love even if you die,
” “It won’t be happy if you don’t cry until you smile,
“The universe is destroyed, but your heart is still there;”
“Love at the end of the road,
”
the majestic and heaven-shaking chorus finally came, and the boy who was only moving slightly suddenly froze, hunched over, beating his chest and feet, with veins on both sides of his neck exposed, screaming heart-breakingly. , howling.
At the same time, the crazy book fans, not only the men and women who had turned into fans at this time, also began to go crazy, began to shout and howl together, venting the strong emotions in their hearts.
“This is still The gentle, polite old boss? “Facing the sudden change in Wang Bo’s painting style, Zheng Yan, who was standing on the second floor, was dumbfounded and covered her mouth.
Although the boy’s painting style changed drastically, it still had strong appeal and appeal, which made the boy standing on the second floor stunned. On the second floor, even though she was far away from him, she could still feel the majestic atmosphere filling the entire world, like the impact of a nuclear explosion shock wave. The previous image of Wang Bo suddenly disappeared in her mind, leaving only The next warrior and hero who is resolute, emotionally passionate, and refuses to admit defeat will brave the wind and waves, even though there are thousands of people!
Zheng Yan, whose emotions were strongly affected, couldn’t help but tightly grasp the railing in front of her. She was like countless people in the audience. Like the audience, they were breathing rapidly, staring unblinkingly at the boy shouting hard in the center of the stage. Their emotions fluctuated with the fluctuations of the singing. There was a breath in the chest, as if it wanted to break through the throat, thinking She screamed out along with the voice that pierced through the clouds and cracked the silk, shocking the world and weeping like ghosts and gods
. This was an experience she had never had before. She had never seen live concerts by singers, but she had watched the art evenings in elementary school, middle school and university. Many students have good singing voices and are very beautiful. After singing, she will also clap her hands to express praise, but it is basically based on politeness and etiquette, but she has never been as emotional as she is now. Being strongly infected, my mind can’t think, I can’t think, it’s noisy, I just want to sing along with the audience in the audience.
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