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Chapter 49: Dark Night Enchanted

"If I had known this would happen, why would I have started... I am still the same..."

“Oh~~~~~~”

At the end of the song, Lu Yao didn't even need to start singing, the girls at the front table replaced "I" with cheers.

“Sounds good~”

"One more song~"

“It sounds so good~~~”

They seemed like they were hired by Lu Yao; there were only three of them, but they were very supportive.

"Thank you."

Lu Yao thanked him again, and at this time, sparse applause rang out.

"You are a good classmate..."

Wang Tianshu looked at his cousin who was holding up a new iPhone and gave her sincere praise.

Wei Qianqian also nodded:
“He plays guitar very well.”

"I'm sure a lot of girls like him at school?"

"..."

Wei Qianqian's mouth twitched.

He rolled his eyes at his older cousin in annoyance.

Then he pursed his lips.

No.

is a lot.

Quite a lot.

However, the other person's aura as a top student is too dazzling. Unless he takes the initiative, who can take the responsibility of delaying the top student's studies?
That's first in the class...

Oh, no, now I should say that I am the first in the third year of high school, and even the first in the Magic City.

At this moment, the melody of the opening section just now rang out again.

In fact, guitar is one of Lu Yao’s ways of entertainment.

Just as Ms. Chen said, her father "tricked" her mother into marriage with his guitar.

When he and Lu Qing were young, whenever Lu Yuanshan came back from his car, he would always play a song for his son and daughter.

Therefore, his guitar can be said to be a "family tradition".

As I grew up, I took formal guitar classes.

Adding the past and future lives...if you really count it, it's not an exaggeration to say that he has been playing for "ten or twenty years".

Although my skills are not top-notch, practice makes perfect and it has become an instinct.

At this moment, seeing Hu Li still maintaining that posture, he guessed that his sister had not heard enough.

He didn’t sing enough.

Who made him just earn 180,000?

Unfortunately…lottery winnings cannot be refunded.

Otherwise you can earn more.

But right now he really needed an outlet to vent his emotions.

However, this song "The Original Me" obviously cannot reach that level.

So, he thought about it and continued playing the prelude to "Girl" by Chen Chusheng that he had just sung.

In his previous life, whenever he drank or had a KTV party with friends, Chen Chusheng's songs were always his must-play songs.

The reason is simple: his voice is so similar to that of this singer, and Lu Yao's key is higher and his range is wider.

Whenever he sang these songs, he would always receive compliments from countless colleagues or girls he had affairs with, which was considered one of his trump cards.

Then, a flamenco melody sounded.

He deliberately made his voice more metallic.

The flamenco segment before "Girl" is so classic.

He has been playing for more than ten years.

It couldn't be more cooked.

But to the audience's ears, this natural and cheerful melody represents the guitarist's skills.

Even Hu Li, who did not change his posture, showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

But she immediately narrowed her eyes and murmured:
"Hola, Flamenco."

She is good at many types of dance and apparently she can also dance flamenco.

Even the sound of ticking dance steps following the melody can be heard in my mind.

"How many times have I dreamed of you~girl~"...

Her ears twitched.

Compared to the boy's clear, clean and gentle voice just now, this time there was a lot more metallic flavor in his singing.

For some reason, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In my mind, the girl in a red dress and red high heels, holding a rose in her mouth, stepped into the center of the dance floor with a proud posture.

The hem of the skirt is flying.

Spin.

Like a passionate rose.

Others appreciate its rich fragrance and delicate beauty.

But when you want to pick one, you will always be burned by its thorns.

but……

The signs of her mouth corners turning up became more and more obvious.

This rose,

Blooming in the darkness.

"My lord, please let my little brother work as a singer for a summer vacation. He sings really well."

Brother Yu said as he served the wine.

Hu Li ignored him.

Not even a glance.

Instead, he was concentrating on watching the boy who was singing and playing the guitar on the stage.

Eyes like lotus root nodes.

Open and close to fold.

The eyes are full of charm.

……

After singing the song "Girl", Lu Yao's excitement subsided a little.

Amid the applause from those particularly supportive girls, he had almost taken off his guitar and was about to leave, but when he looked in Hu Li's direction, he suddenly stopped.

Because he found that... the Queen of the Sea was still in the same posture as before, motionless.

This is... still want to listen?

Wouldn't it be nice if you just clapped along with everyone else?

But looking at her motionless appearance, Lu Yao thought about it and took off the guitar.

When he put the guitar back to its place, the girls thought he was going to leave and kept shouting:

"One more song!"

"Encore encore!"

Lu Yao picked up the electric guitar.

It was like responding to them.

So, several girls applauded and cheered with joy again.

After slinging the electric guitar over his shoulder, he turned his head to look at the band members standing next to the stage and politely pointed in the direction of the drum set.

The meaning was to let them go on stage. These people also saw Lu Yao holding an electric guitar.

Unlike folk songs, electric guitar definitely works better with the cooperation of a band.

So they all went on stage.

I just don’t know what Lu Yao is going to sing.

At this time, everyone saw him take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it for himself.

To be honest, it's quite awkward... After all, the boy who was so clean just now actually lit a cigarette that didn't match his temperament at all.

But Lu Yao was not addicted to smoking.

Instead, he needs some "skills" to assist him.

After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep puff, and then made a "hey, hey, hey" sound into the microphone between exhalations of smoke.

Wei Qianqian, who was surprised at Lu Yao's courage just now, immediately noticed the difference.

His voice... was much deeper and hoarser than before.

No longer clear.

It's the effect of smoke.

The girl, who had excellent musical literacy, figured it out immediately.

The smoke added more "bubbles" to his voice, making it hoarse.

Then, Lu Yao played a soothing melody, tested the tone, and said to the guy sitting on the drum set behind him:

"After 4 sentences, 2/4."

He was talking about the beat of the drum set.

The guy understood immediately and nodded.

I heard Lu Yao play the guitar, accompanied by the melancholy melody of the electric guitar, and sang:

"In the past, now, it will never come back..."

A not-so-standard Cantonese rhythm started to sound.

The Love of My Life. (Note 1)

His voice became extremely hoarse because of the cigarettes.

With obvious melancholy and a touch of sadness, he continued to sing:

"Red, fallen leaves, often buried in the dust."

At this moment, the lighting has changed to a blue-based color with a deep red hue.

"The beginning and the end are always the same."

"You are drifting in the sky, beyond the white clouds..."

The melody of the electric guitar sounded at the right time, and at the same time, there was the slow and gentle sound of the drum set.

With the drum set acting as a metronome, the bass, which has found the beat, also joins in by plucking the bottom strings.

In a flash, this makeshift band was formed.

There wasn't even any rehearsal.

But the bassist was keeping the rhythm, and the drummer also got the beat clearly, so as professionals in LIVE performances, it was naturally not difficult.

Unlike the original version, Lu Yao's version is slower.

And after adding the sound of drums, this version seems "easier to sing" compared to the original version.

Not to mention, through the running-in of the two songs, the lighting technician also knows when to use what kind of lights.

Then, the whole performance suddenly became smooth.

Mainly based on guitar, the boy's artificially "carved" hoarse voice is exactly the same as the temperament of this song.

When the drum set started playing, he started playing solo with his guitar.

His solo style is very American.

It mainly relies on a single string and its structure is not complicated, but it complements the song at this moment.

At this moment, the drumbeat is just right.

Find the right lighting.

It blends perfectly with the white guitar in the boy's hand.

And the perfect match was the cigarette in his hand.

The smoke curls up and lingers around the body.

Under the light, with the Bill Gates effect, the smoke turned the light into the shape of a teenager.

"In the past, now, it will never come back..."

The boy sang the beginning of the verse again.

And this time, it comes with the chorus.

"Sea of Bitterness~~~"

"Turning up love and hate..."

"In time~"

"It's hard to escape fate..."

In his version of "The Love of My Life", he deliberately stretched out the ending of each sentence. The rich and hoarse voice covered up the defect of the original version where the voice was particularly thin.

It becomes very nice and pleasant to the ear.

When the chorus sounded, Lu Yao had already seen several tables on the stage in front of him. Several big brothers who had not reacted just now were already swaying to the beat of the drum set.

Even the chorus is singing along with him.

Obviously, Lu Yao can sing, and this song is suitable for them to sing.

When the first chorus ended, the pickups were switched, and then the solo began again.

All of a sudden, the electric guitar style of the whole song became light rock.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the chords, he held the cigarette in his hand at the corner of his mouth.

The whole person's temperament changed again.

From a boy who carried a guitar in pursuit of poetry and distant places, he has transformed into an American rock youth with a bit of rebellion and melancholy.

While rubbing the strings, he had closed his eyes.

His temperament is like that of a guitar master, playing freely and casually on the stage.

All the women present were dazzled by the sight.

It was like a cup of clear liquid was placed in front of them.

I thought it was water and took a sip.

Clear and sweet.

But when the boy started his solo on the stage with electric guitar, it was as if they sensed the difference in the liquid entering their mouths.

He put down the cup in confusion and lit it with a lighter.

With a "boom", a fierce flame burst out amid the rock melody of the guitar and the hoarse, smoky voice.

Make this glass of water flammable.

The person who was burned felt slight tingling in all his internal organs.

But the stinging pain is accompanied by an equally incomparable pleasure.