1602 Different

Remember in one second [End of the God Station] Mobile phone user input address: m.xinwanben.com

All the Don Quixotes were cheering, jumping, and screaming, and the roaring sound continued to stir in Madison Square Garden.

The turbulent and hot sound waves penetrated the wall and spread out to the outside of the square garden. The fans gathered outside the venue looked at each other, and their hearts were itching. There was no special incident just now. Why did the infield suddenly cheer? What's going on inside now?

Does anyone know?

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the outfield fans finally couldn't hold back their excitement. They went to the gate of the closed gate of the Plaza Garden and asked the security guards about the specific situation. After going around, they finally got the news, and then the excitement was like a gurgling volcano. burst out:

"Second series! Second series! Young master announces! Second series is coming!"

It was just the simplest sentence. One stone stirred up a thousand waves. After everyone was stunned for a moment, the entire outfield exploded, cheering one after another. Yes, everyone is celebrating.

This is the end of the year party!

In Madison Square Garden, the Don Quixotes were cheering and shouting, and other fans beside them were staring at the faces that were weeping with joy, puzzled.

In fact, Justin Timberlake fans can also feel this emotion, because Justin has always been doing his job in the past few years, the album release speed is getting slower and longer, the interval is getting longer and longer, and the voice of the fans has never been extinguished. However, when Justin officially announced that the new album is already in production, fans were also full of emotion, but... it can't be such a gaffe, is it?

Don Quixote is Don Quixote after all. No matter how large the group base is, they are still a small group that is not understood by the mainstream thinking of the world. They can only gather together, sing, dance and live alone, just like Like a lunatic. Or maybe they're crazy.

But they don't need to care about the sight of others, they just rejoice and celebrate, as if everything else in the whole world is no longer important.

In a trance, other fans have instead become "minority groups", excluded by loneliness and loneliness, those puzzles and confusions still linger in their chests, but a little envy yearning is bred between them - sometimes, Don't need to care about other people's eyes, really insist on being yourself, isn't it happier?

That feeling of envy only stayed in my mind for a short time, then it disappeared, and I cast my eyes on the stage again. This is just a concert, why should I think about what life is and what happiness? ? All they need is to immerse themselves in the party atmosphere, what else do they need?

Maybe that's the difference between Don Quixote and other fans, and between Renly and other entertainers.

Renly, who was sitting on the stage, had no way to accurately capture the changes in those emotions. He just watched the cheers of the Don Quixotes in front of him, and the smiles at the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. This was enough—in the vast crowd, At least being able to find a piece of the world that belongs to him is enough.

"So, I guess, the news just now is a late Christmas present." Renly teased lightly, the subtext being that "news" is a gift, and as for the album, we will wait and see; The Germans immediately collectively issued a low voice of complaint, like a kerosene lamp bar.

Renly's eyes flickered slightly, and a smug gleam of smugness disappeared, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more relaxed, "According to the normal process, I should sing another song now, but because of the self-assertion I just made, I hit it hard. It's obviously not the right thing to do. I've decided to invite the next performer on stage now so as not to take other singers' performance time - oh my ears are really itchy."

Itchy ears when someone speaks badly behind their backs.

In an understatement, the little friends standing in the background were shot by arrows collectively.

Justin Timberlake was the first to protest, "Hey! It's not me! Definitely not me!" But then he found that everyone else was sitting on the ground with an old face, and he was the only one who acted too much Excited, but as if trying to hide it, he simply spread his hands, "Please, isn't it? Is it all from Renly's side, is there no one on my side?"

Everyone "betrayed" Justin and "sold" him to Renly, and suddenly Justin became isolated and helpless, which is why Justin made such a joke.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Marcus Mumford, the captain of the Son of Blessed, patted Justin on the shoulder, "There is no way, everyone is up and down. The reality is so cruel, our hands are also tied, it is true There's nothing I can do." After speaking, he nodded earnestly and sadly, aggravating his tone.

Justin's also a jerk, flamboyantly performing, "Oh! God! I used to be a super boy too, okay?"

"Justin?" A voice called from the stage, and it was Renly's voice.

Justin's movements were immediately frozen in place, motionless like a wooden man, only his eyes were rolling, which made his appearance even more comical, as if he was caught on the spot for speaking ill of others behind his back.

"No, no, no." Renly's voice came again amid the roar of cheers in Madison Square Garden, "He's the absolute star of the whole bar, whether it's six

In the 1900s and now, he is the most popular one. "From movies to reality," so he still needs his own stage. I'll be the first to invite Ed to the stage, I believe we should be able to collide with some sparks. "

Justin's expression was very exciting, because he didn't know what expression he should make for a while - Renly's words were a twist, and he changed several styles in a short period of time. Huang Lian's sad appearance seems to be saying:

Sure enough, I was the one who was excluded.

Justin is the most active one in the entire "Drunken Country Ballad" crew. With his own strength, he set off the atmosphere of the backstage, and everyone laughed out loud again; but Ed Sheeran had no time to stop and continue to be happy. He picked up his guitar and hurriedly left the backstage.

Ed walked quickly onto the stage, and a spotlight shrouded him, but he was only halfway there, and he turned back and walked back, as if he was leaving - it looked like he was in stage fright, and the audience The audience was stunned and inexplicable, and then they could see the staff walking towards him and handing over the chair and microphone stand to Ed.

Group belly laugh.

Ed was also a little embarrassed himself, showing a shy smile, and quickly ran to the center of the stage. After a while, he set up his chair and microphone stand, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said hesitantly to the microphone, "Hey everyone, good evening, I'm Ed Sheeran."

"Hey, Renly." Ed turned his head and showed a shy smile. He just glanced at Renly lightly, and then quickly took it back.

"Hey, Ed." Renly noticed Ed's nervousness and greeted him solemnly, "If I remember correctly, today shouldn't be our first meeting; Something unpleasant happened?"

"No, no, no." Ed waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly denied that he couldn't make jokes as easily as Renly or Justin, which was not his forte. "I'm just... just a little nervous. This is our first It's the first time we've officially staged a collaborative performance, and obviously, a lot of things are different now."

At that time, Renly was still a rookie actor, and Ed was still a penniless wandering musician. The two met for the first time at the entrance of the Nokia Theater and performed a song together "Ophelia". More precisely, It should be co-creation; in the short years after that, the world has been turbulent, and the lives of the two have also undergone earth-shaking changes.

Although the two have met many times on different occasions, they have never performed on the same stage again.

"Yeah, that's what I'm looking forward to. Maybe, we can form a limited group of temporary duets and perform on stage tonight." Renly said with a smile, always looking forward to working with Ed again. , The filming opportunity of "Drunken Country Ballads" was just missed, but I didn't expect that there would be a concert, so I couldn't miss it again.

Without being too polite, Renly sketched a chord lightly.

"Ophelia? Or Cleopatra?" Renly invited.

The former is a track created by the two of them together; the latter is a track that attracted Renly's attention after Ed's street performance. For the two friends, both songs are of special commemorative significance.

Ed understood immediately. Although his sense of humor had not yet been brought into play, the mention of music naturally awakened all the memories in his mind, "'Ophelia'?"

"No problem." Renly retracted his chin lightly, and exchanged glances with Ed, the two of them were hitting the rhythm.

Although they haven't worked together for a long time, it was the same on the night they first met. The two have something in common about the melody, rhythm and rhythm of the lyrics. The rhythm was found in the eye contact, and Ed started The drum beats are created in such a simple way with both hands hitting the case of the guitar.

Everything is like the night of first meeting.

The corners of Renly's mouth rose, humming softly.

"Ah, ah, when I was younger... I, I, should have been wiser... But, I don't feel the slightest remorse, and you don't have the original expectations."

There was no need for a call or mobilization. The Don Quixotes in the audience spontaneously began to beat their hands. They matched Ed's drumbeats with applause and accompanies Renly.

Support (end this site) and share this site with those who need it! Can't find the book, please leave a message!