Chapter 432 "Thousand Colors" Philharmonic House "What If"

Chapter 432 "Thousand Colors" Philharmonic House·"If"

"Yu Lan."

Liang Yixuan's voice and the weight on his shoulders appeared at the same time. Yu Lan came back to his senses and turned his head to see his teammate's hands wearing fingerless gloves.

The director's shouts, the footsteps of the staff... In the tense but orderly background sound, four pairs of eyes looked towards him, expressing concern clearly or restrainedly.

Yu Lan calmed down.

"Today I am learning from the teacher." He showed a clear smile, "I am doing immersion."

"'Thousand Colors' ready!"

The sound of notification came from far away.

Shi Yan, who was always frowning slightly, looked at Yu Lan's pale face, suddenly took a sharp breath, rushed to hug him, and quickly let go.

"Let's go."

Shi Yan said calmly.

In response to him, the four people nodded in unison.

The second half of BLS begins.

The teacher said that every stage is a battle.

Like water being thrown out, like a knife being stabbed out, there is no possibility of taking it back.

Everyone in "Qianse" is worried.

This is not Yu Lan's problem alone - even if his condition is not affected, BLS will still be a tough battle for them.

Because the performance repertoire of "Thousand Colors" has not been released in advance.

This means that their fans, or fans, who are here today have expectations for "Tenderness" or "Stubbornness" in their hearts.

Looking forward to playing live and singing along with "Thousand Colors".

But "Thousand Colors" will shatter their expectations without warning.

Can new types of music be recognized? And can it be welcomed?

If the answer is no, it means they have completely failed their fans' expectations and trust.

"Snapped".

The five spotlights did not relieve the heavy pressure on the hearts of these big boys. Headed by Shi Yan, the "Thousand Colors" five people took to the stage.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Wang Duoduo still couldn't help but screamed out. She grabbed the hem of her father's clothes next to her with one hand and pulled it back and forth excitedly.

It’s a real person, it’s a real person!

He looks even more handsome than in the video!

Is Little Taiyang wearing a shawl? Oh, it doesn’t seem to be the case. Oh, it turns out that the back of the shirt is designed with a string of tassels. It’s so handsome and beautiful! Hang down like wings! Why is Yang Jihan wearing tight pants again, or leather pants! Help this leg! Hiss - Liang Yixuan's low-collared black T-shirt behind him! This collarbone, this chest, oh, oh, daddy! Oh Minato! Xia Song! Xia Song dyed her hair! The long shirt with gauze that he wore today is so amazing!

The signal at the venue was not good and she couldn't send flying messages to her fellow sisters, and her father was standing next to her. Wang Duoduo was so suppressed that her face turned red, and she could only make crazy comments in her heart.

Why? Wait a minute, my family is Lanlan!

After watching for a long time but not seeing her first choice (the favorite one in the group), Wang Duoduo stood on tiptoes and looked back and forth anxiously.

She subconsciously judged based on the band's position. Well, the vocalist in the C position was the team leader Shi Yan, so the guitarist next to him should be... Huh? !

Wang Duoduo was stunned and blinked twice hard.

Why is it Shi Yan standing next to me?

Wait, that means the lead singer today... is Yu Lan? !

"Hello everyone, we are 'Qianse iridescent'."

Before Wang Duoduo could react and take a closer look at Yu Lan's clothes, the long-haired boy standing in front of the microphone stand held the microphone with one hand and said.

Oooh.

His voice was gentle and calm. It was clearly a boy's low voice, but it had an indescribable softness. Wang Duoduo's ears were numb when he heard it. His excitement dissipated a lot, and he became shy and reserved instead.

Then she heard the cheers and cheers from the audience.

Varied……

Wang Duoduo opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Wang's father on the side reached out and covered her ears, but she shook her head and pulled away.

Is there any mistake? Yu Lan just said something!

"Get out of here, sissy——"

"Hahahaha, 'Thousand Colors' SBL——"

All kinds of obscenities were piled up in a mess, with a huge volume, many times louder than the voices of the audience who came for "Thousand Colors".

Even the expressions of Shi Yan and Yang Jihan on the stage changed.

But the irritable music fans in the audience don't care about this. What they like most is to see these sensational idols unable to maintain their appearance!

What kind of band is there for traffic? I bother!

Stop polluting our last piece of pure land! Get out of here, the stinking fans and capitalists!

"It's an honor to be on the BLS stage today."

Unexpectedly, Yu Lan's voice was still calm and slow, as if he had lost his hearing.

“Our first song is called ‘What If’, please enjoy it.”

After he finished speaking, he took half a step back and bowed steadily forward. The other four people did the same. After bowing, they adjusted their postures and prepared to play.

Ignoring the uproar among the fans behind the scenes at Yu Lanbao, Shi Yan turned his head slightly and made eye contact with Xia Song, who was sitting behind the arranger keyboard, and then without Liang Yixuan's drumming, a string of clean piano and guitar sounds They overlapped and sounded smoothly.

Lyric?

Wang Duoduo pressed her heart subconsciously.

Just this prelude... already sounds very sentimental.

She didn't really mind that "QianSe" didn't sing "Tenderness" or "Stubbornness". It was good to hear new songs. Of course, the most important thing was to see the real person. This alone was worth her while begging her father for several days. As I wished, I entered the venue together with my family ticket.

But as an old music fan, Wang's father subconsciously frowned.

Too bland.

He knows that this is his rock and roll plot, but almost everyone standing on the BLS stage is considered a rock person by default.

Fans are unreasonable. Some of them can't even distinguish between the categories of rock music, but they will still confidently say that "rock music is an attitude. It needs to be crazy, explosive, roaring, and rebellious."

Before Yu Lan started singing, the prelude alone had already attracted more boos.

There are no drums at the beginning of a band's song, no instrumental ensemble, only the soft and pretentious piano sound, how dare you call it rock!

Xia Song lowered his eyes and turned a deaf ear. His other hand moved to the small keyboard in front of the left side of the keys and spread out a piece of string music.

Yu Lan clasped his hands on the microphone and closed his eyes.

“One love can withstand so many misunderstandings.

"Survive the snowy winter."

All the cheers and applause seemed to become distant due to the isolation of the ears. In the end, only the sound of Yu Qing's crying was left, like a sharp knife inserted into his head, constantly stirring, making thoughts and memories bleed. dripping.

——"They rely on you to care about me!!!"

"One word can tear apart, how deeply involved.

“Become more distant than a stranger.”

——"Leave me alone...Brother, please, don't care about me so much."

“The more love is like a flame at first, the more it will be extinguished by the wind in the end.

“Sometimes the truth is too harsh, and some people have no choice but to tell lies——”

The drum beat that followed unknowingly was still gentle when the song reached its climax, like raindrops hitting the heart.

“What could I do if I could go back in time?

“Looking for what you didn’t say but wanted.

"If I don't let go, you will be with me many years later.

"Would blame me for hating me, or move.

"Thinking about what if - is the most empty pain."

It was only then that the audience detached their emotions from the lyrics and melody and became aware of it.

This lead singer’s singing skills are so terrible!

Wang Duoduo looked blankly at the stage. There were clearly chasing lights on the stage, dry ice slowly floating on the ground, and many musical instruments, but those five people looked so...lonely.

"Why?"

Her cheek felt cold, and she subconsciously reached out to touch it, only to realize that she had shed tears before she knew it.

Wang Duoduo is not a professional musician, nor can she even be called an experienced fan. What she did was just like any ordinary audience member in the venue, listening, silent, and being infected.

From the prelude to now, Yu Lan's singing is like a hand, tearing at the listener's throat and heart. The pain is not strong, neither targeted nor explosive, but it always continues, like cold water flowing quietly through the heart. , by the time he noticed it, his heart and body temperature had become cold together.

You see, Yu Lan can still sing very well, and "Qian Colors" is also really good...

Not sure if she was escaping from the sad emotions, Wang Duoduo subconsciously turned her head to look at her father. She remembered that her father was very professional when commenting on the songs.

"……dad?"

Wang Duoduo was stunned again and murmured.

She saw that her father, the powerful man who had raised her alone until she was a teenager and whose expression remained unchanged even if the sky fell, had eyes as red as hers.

The gentle and slightly drooping interlude ended at this moment, and Yu Lan's voice sounded again.

This time, the audience was very quiet.

"One has to see how many times love withers.

"I am willing to hibernate in loneliness.

“The more love is like a flame at first, the more it will be extinguished by the wind in the end.

“Sometimes the truth is too harsh, and some people have no choice but to tell lies——”

The lonely young man standing behind the microphone stand held the microphone tightly and took it off the microphone stand at once. His thin body bowed down, and his singing voice suddenly burst out with a tearing hoarse sound in the sticky singing voice. The sound is attached to the end of the section.

“What could I do if I could go back in time?

“Looking for what you didn’t say but wanted.

"If I don't let go, you will be with me many years later.

"Will blame me for hating me, or touching me."

Ah Qing, Ah Qing.

Finally in this home...even you don't need me anymore?

"Why is happiness all a dream?

"As soon as you get close to heaven, you will almost wake up——"

Ha... If the blood all over my body turns cold, it must be because even they are repelling me.

"Yu Lan".

Who does this name, this symbol symbolize and represent?

My name, my body, hair and skin, my blood, and my genes were all given by that couple... But eighteen years have passed, and it seems that they have never confirmed that I am their child.

So... who am I?

I am Ah Qing's brother.

I am her protector, patron saint, and she is my kin.

only……

It also ceased to exist not long ago...

Relatives.

"Maybe love is more like falling leaves.

"Looks like flying but is falling——"

Music is never formulaic.

It is born from all things, whether it is the wind blowing the leaves, the rain pattering on the eaves, a lonely person humming quietly, or the sound of gongs and drums filled with friends.

Who said love songs can only be used to express love?

Who said that listening to love songs can only resonate with love?

The emotional expression and appeal of music are never fixed in one place.

Repeating the chorus again, Yu Lan lowered his head, holding the microphone tightly with one hand, and supporting the empty microphone stand with the other hand. His long hair without any hair ties or accessories fell down like a rainstorm, like a barrier to self-deception. , and like a blade venting outward, the trajectory of every hair strand is filled with disorderly and frantic sadness.

"If you could turn back time! What would you do——?

"Choose me or not hug me.

"If you let go gently, do you understand?

"If you go wrong, you can just turn back."

Why, why can I hear his wry smile as if he was mocking himself in this song?

Wang Duoduo relied on her father, her heart twisted into a ball.

"Think about what if..."

Finally, as if she had given up and was tired, Yu Lan's low and hoarse voice slowly blended into the end of the song.

"It's the helpless loneliness..."

The sound of the piano gently dissipated in Xia Song's dangling hands and dangling fingertips from the keys.

"What If" is over.

Just like there are no ifs in life.

This chapter has 3,400+ words. Together with yesterday’s 2,700+ chapters, it has a total of 6,000 words. In other words, in addition to the updates of 8.31 and 9.1, it has made up for 8.27.

BGM of this chapter: Xin Band - If; Lyrics: Yao Ruolong; Composer: Jun Hae Sung; Arranger: Xin Band/Keith Stuart