The cheers that rang out from the center of the stage aroused the curiosity of some drinkers around the bar and in the booths on the second floor. They also cast their eyes towards the center of the stage and saw a pretty woman wearing a vest and a red skirt. She looked casual. And he came onto the stage naturally.
It is true that some of the drinkers present do not know who Wen Liang is. They are not fans of anyone, let alone star-chasers. Some people may think that the girl looks familiar, but they cannot name her. Some people may recognize that she is a girl. She is a minor third-tier star, so she feels lucky to have gotten drunk this time. More importantly, she simply thinks that the female lead singer on stage is very good-looking, so she paid her attention.
No matter what, not everyone can catch everyone's attention when they step on the stage, especially in a place like a bar. Sometimes the band's singing is more of a way to entertain the guests while they are changing glasses. , If you sing well, you may get a shout-out, but if you sing badly, other than getting some laughs, not many people actually care.
But this girl is different, the warmth and coolness are different.
Wen Liang seemed to have such a magic power when she stepped on the stage. On the stage without complicated lights, the crowd's sight became an invisible spotlight shining on her.
Dazzling, shiny, these words are not enough to summarize Wenliang's first impression on everyone. The word "eye edge" is mysterious, but it is nothing more than a euphemism for "people can be judged by their appearance". People Watching the elf on the stage appear, what spreads in my heart is more of a well-known expectation, even though many people didn't know her before.
However, when everyone saw her, they seemed to have an answer in their hearts. Her singing voice will be beautiful and her performance will be wonderful. If you see this girl in this performance, then you have not come to the show in vain.
"People should not be judged by their appearance", which may seem like a compliment, but actually carries a certain contempt in the early stage, and would never be used on her.
As long as she appears, everyone knows that she is the protagonist, and there is no suspense.
This is the magic power of warmth and coolness, an innate talent.
Sometimes, people really need to maintain a sense of distance. If two people get too close, they often cannot see each other clearly.
When He Tianran was sitting on the second floor, looking down at the warm moment on the stage from the audience's perspective, he realized the kind of light that Pianyu radiated from her body.
After Wen Liang came on stage, she just had a slight smile on her face. In response to the cheers of the fans in the audience, she just waved her hands without saying much. She relaxedly set the microphone at a high level and sat on the high chair behind her. After adjusting her skirt slightly, the lights in the bar gradually dimmed.
It can be seen that she cooperates very well with the band in the bar. The gentle but not obvious intro gradually unfolds. She accurately grasps the tempo of the song and slowly and softly sings:
"I'm not fearless, nor am I not afraid of death.
But before the romantic kiss, no matter how dangerous the cliff is, it should be flat ground for you.
I don’t need to be rational to love you, I hope I can catch you with my intuition
When I think of you, the one I love, the strength I never had before suddenly pours into my arms that are getting softer..."
…
Miriam Yang's "Yang" was sung with tenderness and power by Wen Liang. Cantonese is not her usual language, but her enunciation is very clear, without any abrupt feeling, and these are secondary. The important thing is, The kind of emotion Wen Liang performed through this lyrics made He Tianran fall in love.
"I also want to be loved, but I volunteer to pretend to be a hero to protect you.
You didn’t leave the medal to me, but you were still willing to hold on and shield you from weapons with a proud smile..."
In the song, Wen Liang seemed to be telling himself, and also seemed to be telling a story that He Tianran was very familiar with, but the beginning of the story was beyond his imagination.
However, this reminded him of a welcome party when he was seventeen years old. At that time, he was sitting in the audience and watching Wen Liang singing on the stage.
The impression of that time was the same as today. Although Wen Liang had not changed, in her own memory, she had never sung this kind of song...
But just like the rings of the year, no matter how hard you stick to your true intentions, time passes by in a hurry, leaving some traces of change.
Alan Lu listened to the song and commented:
"Oh, Ah Liang is so full of emotion when singing this kind of song. I don't know where it comes from. A girl as bright as her, how could she be such a bitter character when it comes to falling in love?...Maybe Only people who don’t have much emotional experience can have unlimited reverie and sadness about love.”
"You think this is a love song?"
He Tianran's rhetorical question made Alan Lu stunned.
"Isn't it?"
"I think...she is more like singing to herself. Sometimes there is not just love in a relationship. Even if it is love, it is not just about the other person. I think it is more about explaining one's own state in the relationship. , and by putting this state among many things, you can piece together a complete you, how you want to treat the world."
As if in response to He Tianran's insights, the song reached its climax, the accompaniment gradually picked up, and Wen Liang's sonorous voice sounded on the stage——
"Others never agree, and they don't even tolerate it, but they still devote themselves to it and don't even feel the pain."
It's like chasing a dream. No matter how radical someone is, they can't be as brave as I am for you.
No matter how red the light is along the way, no one can block my way. I see thousands of horses and troops rushing straight towards me.
I have no tenderness, only this bit of bravery..."
The song ended, and the lingering sound echoed.
Can a song, a pair of lyrics, and an emotion invested in a performance really represent the singer himself, just like what is sung in the song?
He Tianran's reason told him that the real situation could never be like this. The atmosphere of the stage, the moving singing, and the emotions caused by the lyrics and music that touched people's hearts were always only temporary and deliberately created. They should never be used. To guess the true situation of the creator through a work.
Ke He Tianran's sensibility kept telling him that he should laugh when he should cry and just stay true to his heart.
At least, when Wen Liang sang the line "I have no tenderness, only this bit of bravery".
She is who she is.
"Hey, when I hear what you said, Director He, I always feel like you have known each other for a long time. I feel like you understand her very well..."
Alan Lu's joke interrupted He Tianran's confrontation between reason and sensibility. This made the man touch his nose and couldn't help but want to confirm his two thoughts just now, so he asked:
"It was just some understanding of the song that made Brother Lu laugh. But then again, what kind of person is Wen Liang... usually?"
"Hey~"
When Alan Lu heard this, he didn't answer at first, but snickered blatantly.
This laughter seemed to be that he had anticipated He Tianran's question. It was probably not the first time he had experienced this kind of scene. He raised his glass and tapped the table with the bottom of the glass. Seeing this, He Tianran also raised his drink. Collide.
"From Ah Liang's college days, when we were in the university town, and now in Zhengyang Street, she occasionally comes to perform. Director He, you are not the first person to ask me this question. Which one is it specifically? Anyway, Over the past few years, I have lost count.”
He Tianran's face turned red. He didn't know whether it was because of drinking or what, so he quickly explained:
"Brother Lu...I don't know what this means."
"Oh, Director He~~ Men understand, I understand."
"..."
Alan Lu finished his glass of wine and continued:
"However, there is indeed a standard answer to this question, and that girl Wen Liang told me personally, saying that if someone asks her in private what kind of person she is, then let the person who asked the question see it with their own eyes. She doesn’t like having her story told about her.”
After saying that, the middle-aged old Pao raised his eyes.
"How about Director He? Are you familiar with this?"
He Tianran was startled, and then he laughed dumbly.
How could he not be familiar with this? He is so familiar. Isn't this what Wen Liang told him just now?
"But if you can see it, if you want to make contact, it will be difficult. At least among the people who have asked me this question before, I haven't seen anyone ask for her phone number. This girl looks like a rose. The same thing, it looks so delicate and charming, but you have to reach out and make sure it pricks blood."
Alan Lu added something, and He Tianran shook his head after listening:
"I didn't think about picking roses."
"Then... Director He, what do you want to do?"
He Tianran did not answer immediately, but focused his attention on the stage again. At this moment, Wen Liang was speaking to the fans in the audience:
"Originally, I just came here to sit down when I had time today, and I don't know many Cantonese songs, so I only prepared this one song. I didn't know that so many people would come this time."
The fans in the audience heard howl and said one after another:
"No, Sister Liang, encore! Encore! Encore!"
"Ah Liang can sing Mandarin songs! It's hard to see her this time. I don't know when the next time will be!"
"Encore! Encore! Encore!"
"..."
Some of the fans got excited and asked for another song. There was a difference between a live house and a music bar like this. Wen Liang put his index finger to his lips and let out a "shhh".
The scene suddenly became quiet, and she only heard her deliberately teasing:
"Don't make any noise, everyone. You see, I came in a hurry this time and didn't even put on much makeup when I went on stage. I really don't feel comfortable standing on the stage. I always feel a bit ugly... and I have to go drink with friends later. Here they are waiting."
"No! It's beautiful!"
"Sister Liang, when did she look so beautiful? She's not ugly!"
Among them, a male fan even shouted:
"Sister Liang, where are your friends? I'll help you knock them all down. You can sing in peace!!"
Suddenly a burst of laughter broke out in the bar. Wen Liang, who was on the stage with one hand on his waist, was also very amused. After he finished laughing, he helplessly asked the audience:
"Do any of the sisters in the audience bring some lipstick for touch-ups? Red."
"Yes, yes!"
Some female fans in the crowd raised their hands, and one of them rushed up while taking out her bag, took out a makeup box, stood on her toes and handed it to Wen Liang.
"Good sisters! Please wait for me for half a minute."
Wen Liang praised it after taking it, then turned around, opened the makeup box, and actually put on makeup in front of the small mirror!
This kind of casual operation of on-site makeup retouching really made He Tianran's experience. Wen Liang didn't let everyone wait for long. She turned around after a while. She pursed her lips twice. A pair of red lips set off her whole body. It is noble and gorgeous, making people unable to take their eyes away.
She asked casually: "Is this okay?"
Under the stage, there was a unified response like a mountain shout——
"Can!"
This wasn't the end yet. She took off her vest on the stage, leaving only the red skirt on her body, exposing her shoulders. Then she spread out her tied hair, leaving her wavy hair. , everyone clearly witnessed with their naked eyes what brilliance and charm are!
Now not only the fans in the audience were amazed, but also He Tianran, who was sitting on the second floor, saw this scene and couldn't help but let out a soft "Wow~" from the bottom of his heart.
Just when Wen Liang smoothed some of the messy hair on his forehead to the back of his head, the band's accompaniment also sounded at the same time!
This time it is obviously much more enthusiastic and high-spirited than the previous song "Yong" with a soothing intro...
“I really want to pretend that I have no soul, but you praise me for being sexy~
I really want to steal, er, kidnap and seduce, and then I’ll get pregnant~
Then I will follow you, sweep the floor with you at home, and let my love rival tell me congratulations
Give up right and wrong and be with the devil.”
…
The song "Fierce Girl" also comes from Miriam Yeung. In Wen Liang's lazy tone, and in the slight dance of her sexy figure, it is like a cluster of flames igniting desire, with her as the center, first spreading quietly, Then it swept the whole place like a prairie fire!
But only being charming and sexy is not enough to support the word "martial girl". Just thinking about it this way may be more like a kind of irony. Those who use sex to get others, the sex will fade and the love will fade, and they will burn in the sea of fire. The most brilliant and eye-catching red rose must not be what I want to express.
As the trumpet sounded in the accompaniment, it was like a prelude to a declaration of love. Wen Liang changed from her previous laziness and became full of aura, but without losing any of her charm. She raised her neck and held her head high, singing loudly. :
"A brave woman is not afraid of death, but with her pride, there is absolutely no need to treat you like a singer."
When I know you are better, I want to separate. If you have no backbone, you will only become an adulterer.
A brave woman is not afraid of death, so why should she be afraid of you? She will not lose her blood and taste.
…
There is no point in being a beauty pageant, forcing you to treat me well. I would rather be sad.
If I were ranked at most three or four on the list, I would be like a concubine
It goes against my world——! "
…
Wen Liang on the stage was so proud and charming, dangerous and sexy. Her singing infected everyone in the audience. When everyone's eyes were like firewood, when they focused on her body, this woman burned and bloomed even more passionately.
He Tianran stood at a high place, his eyes fixed on one spot like everyone else. He made this judgment about this rose in his mind——
Wen Liang was born for the stage. She was born to stand in front of the stage and stand in the spotlight.
If there are many artists in her situation, then not everyone has the momentum she shows at this moment.
Now, this rose only lacks a piece of soil suitable for blooming.
"Director He, what did you mean by what you just said? Please explain it to me."
Alan Lu poured wine again and asked suspiciously, fearing that He Tianran was plotting against his sister.
He Tianran finally took his eyes away from Wen Liang. After sitting down, he clasped his hands in front of his abdomen and said with a smile:
"Because I am a rose grower, so why should I pick roses?"
(End of chapter)
