Chapter 530 Young and Successful, but Not Self-Abased

Nuoyan, this name has appeared too many times in tonight's New Year's Eve party.

More than two hours have passed, and he only sang "Shanghai Beach" with Lin Wanqing in the third program, but from beginning to end, everyone can see his name in almost every program.

Nuoyan, everywhere.

He is the director of the New Year's Eve party, the composer and lyricist, the director of the skit, and the choreographer of the dance.

This is to fight against the entire CCTV New Year's Eve party program team with his own strength.

A mortal body, shoulder to shoulder with gods.

Gods are no more than this!

In fact, in the eyes of many people, if Nuoyan himself goes on these songs, the effect may be more explosive.

After all, except for Zhao Lei who has a large number of fans, the popularity of others combined is not as high as his own.

But he just let others perform on stage, and the effect is very good.

Many people have completely become Nuoyan blowers.

"Awesome, so awesome!"

"He beat CCTV by himself!"

"I can't imagine how wonderful the show would be if he was the director of CCTV's New Year's Eve Gala."

Netizens naturally included Xu Nuo in the discussion of directors.

Imagine if the less famous stars of Shanghai Satellite TV were raised to a higher level.

What would it be like if all the performers were superstars?

I'm afraid it would set a ratings record, right?

On the stage, Yu Zhou was still the same, sitting on a high stool, holding a microphone.

The stage effect was extremely simple.

Except for a beam of light, there was nothing else.

This is his signature way of appearance. A true people's representative should be so simple and unpretentious, with a microphone and a stool, and nothing else is needed.

"This song "Young and Promising" is for everyone."

Being young and promising is everyone's dream.

But no one felt anything. How many young and promising people can there be? There was no sense of substitution.

If most people's lives were written into a book, it would be like this.

"Don't Despise the Poor Youngsters", "Don't Despise the Poor Middle-aged People", "Don't Despise the Poor Old People", "The Dead Are Greatest", "Tears of the Grave Robber"...

From beginning to end, they have nothing to do with being young and promising.

A picture was displayed on the big screen, which was a WeChat chat record.

"When I make money in the future, I will buy you a big house, beautiful clothes, nice bags, and take you to travel around the world."

The audience laughed. Many people have said this.

When you are young, at the most helpless age, you meet the person you want to take care of for the rest of your life, and you can only say this.

You have nothing, but you want everything.

Yu Zhou took a breath, as if he was caught in some kind of emotion.

Being young and promising, he certainly fantasized about such things.

Is he considered young and promising now?

It's barely considered, but the real young and promising is not him, but Xu Nuo. He is not only young and promising, but also makes himself young and promising.

The music started, and Yu Zhou looked at the audience and spoke softly.

"The TV keeps flashing,

I haven't deleted the contact information,

you treated me well,

but I destroyed it by mistake."

It hurts my heart from the beginning.

The audience was emo all of a sudden.

"Fuck, no wonder there is no reply in the chat history, it was the last one sent after all this time."

"Boring, I'll go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes."

"Brother, wait a minute, I'll move the electric bike downstairs, don't break it for me."

Many people have missed love, which can be seen but not touched, and they will think of it but will not contact.

From then on, they are the most familiar strangers.

A blank check, is it useful?

In today's society, material things are becoming more and more important.

With money, you are a hero, without money, you are a man.

"We also thought about it together,

having a place to sleep and eat,

but how can we endure the upside-down day and night,

and we can't even get the down payment."

Yu Zhou wore a neat suit, but for some reason, it looked a little wrinkled, as if it was dug out from some corner.

Who doesn't have a past that is hard to look back on?

He was singing and confessing, a confession of a middle-aged man.

The audience was stabbed in the heart.

"Damn it, I've been working for ten years, and I can't afford it, I really can't afford it."

"Fuck, you stabbed me again."

Buying a house is a mountain weighing on every man's heart.

When we came to Shanghai, everyone was full of confidence, I must buy a big house in Shanghai within five years.

Five years, ten years...

Later, I found that I couldn't even pay the down payment of several million, let alone buying a house in full.

Even if we count from college graduation, if you are very good, you can get an annual salary of 300,000 yuan after graduation. Excluding monthly rent, water, electricity, food, transportation, and occasional consumption, the monthly expenses are nearly 10,000 yuan.

Ten years later, 2 million yuan was saved.

This is the most ideal state. Can it be saved?

Most people can't do it.

I once wanted to give the best to the girl I loved, but I found that I had no ability to give her the best.

"I smashed the wall,

and it hasn't been repaired yet.

You left me a bowl of hot porridge,

because you were afraid I didn't have enough,

so you took half of it away."

Yu Zhou's eyes turned red, and his voice trembled.

The girl felt sorry for him in the same way.

But he lost it.

After missing it, no matter how hard you try now, it becomes meaningless.

It's too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost.

"I'll describe it to you,

Your eyes will often turn red in the future,

You feel sorry for me,

I didn't understand it at that time."

Yu Zhou sang indifferently, his voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent, and there was a painful sense of powerlessness.

The audience didn't applaud.

It's not that it doesn't sound good, but it resonates too strongly.

The simple and plain lyrics, every word is like a knife, stabbing into the heart again and again.

It's still the same place.

The wound that had already healed was torn open roughly.

In the chorus, Yu Zhou sang more emotionally.

"If I was young and successful and not inferior,

I would know what is precious,

Those beautiful dreams,

I will be ashamed for my whole life if I didn't give them to you."

The audience's noses were sour.

I thought I was mature enough, strong enough, and strong enough not to cry easily.

However, when I heard this, I couldn't help but break my defense.

They understood, understood the regret and helplessness of this song.

People actually become mature little by little. The inferiority complex and the lack of appreciation in the past are like a carving knife, slowly smoothing all the edges and corners.

Cut by cut, mercilessly.

The song is called "Young and Promising", but it sings about being young and inactive.

Every word is full of regret and regret.

The sentence "If I were young and promising" expresses the guilt and apology in the heart.

The love in youth has the tenderness of a bowl of porridge, and this tenderness is hidden in the heart forever.

There is despair and anger of smashing wallboards, anger at one's own powerlessness.

At the age when there is nothing, there is only anger left.

Angry at yourself, angry at your family, angry at the people you love.

This kind of impotent rage is often the most hurtful.

Yu Zhou is singing, and the audience is silent.

In the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room, the lively barrage suddenly became cold.

In Shanghai, a boy sitting in a small rental house, holding a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles, tears fell down.

Ripples rose in the bowl of instant noodles, and they never stopped.

Suppressed crying came from the room.

Perhaps, he had also lost a girl who didn't mind his poverty.

On the Bund in Shanghai, someone was watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone, and suddenly sand got into his eyes.

He flipped through the album and looked at the photos taken here on this day last year, in a daze.

The girl in the photo, with a smile on her face, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder.

But now, he was the only one left.

He began to cry loudly as if no one was around.

No one knew his story, but everyone could guess it.

The song in the mobile phone echoed on the bustling Bund Observation Deck.

In the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room, someone typed and deleted, typed and deleted, and after repeating several times, chose to send.

"Now I have achieved success, now I have a car, a house and savings, now I know how to cherish, now I know how to advance and retreat, I can now give you those beautiful dreams, but so what, you are no longer here."

"If there is still a chance, I want to try again."

"I was young and incompetent, the more she loved me, the more inferior I felt, and then everything was irreversible."

"Loving someone is the same as not loving someone, there is no reason."

"There are always many TV dramas that say: wait for me to become successful and come back to marry you. But how many people can wait, and how many people can go back to marry."

"Is it too late now?"

This is the most asked question in the barrage.

"It's too late!"

Many people are answering.

Answer to others and to themselves.

If there is still a possibility, naturally try your best to try again.

"If I were young and capable and knew how to advance and retreat,

I wouldn't let you suffer for me,

drink a few more glasses at the wedding,

and the one you are with now."

Yu Zhou continued to sing.

He no longer cared about the show effect, or whether the audience was satisfied.

He just wanted to sing for himself, for that girl.

Yu Zhou knew that she might still listen to his songs, or maybe she was watching the New Year's Eve party, or maybe she was watching him now.

But it was meaningless.

He didn't go to the wedding, not because he didn't dare, but because he couldn't.

What would be the point of going?

Like the bloody TV series, after going, crying, will the girl go with him regardless of everything?

Wake up, it's just a TV series.

Those who really invite their ex to attend the wedding are more or less seriously ill. What do their partners think? Wouldn't they feel uncomfortable?

Instead of watching their happiness and beauty on the stage and making things difficult for them, it's better not to go.

In the weeping interlude, Yu Zhou was silent. He didn't wave to the audience as usual, nor did he sway to the rhythm. He just sat there quietly, sitting...

In front of the TV, a girl looked at the screen, feeling a little bit reluctant, and then picked up the remote control to change the channel.

It's all in the past. She doesn't want to think about it or look at it again. It's best to just forget it.