After Zhang Zhenyuan changed his clothes and returned to the backstage, a few people silently practiced walking again. They had not played the stage for a long time. This opportunity was hard-won. Everyone cherished that they actually had a stage themselves, but they were basically It is consumed internally, and compared to here, the popularity is much worse.
It can only be said that the Times Youth League was indeed born in the right era, and it also rode the wind of the times to stand at the peak of the times.
Their future doesn't need to be limited because the whole world is blazing a trail for them.
After the singers of the previous groups finished performing, they soon arrived. This time, the song chosen was Suzaku's current boy group. There were still very few women's groups who took the national style, so they rarely hit the style.
A few people cheered and cheered on the stage.
The lights on the stage were extinguished, and things were so dark that they couldn't see clearly. It wasn't until the long background music sounded that everyone saw the boy's high-spirited appearance.
The full-open mic is also as stable as a recording. Whether it is treble or transliteration, it is controlled perfectly and properly. The temporary play on the scene is also a ghost, and it is upright and awe-inspiring, and it has a momentum like a broken bamboo.
Song Yaxuan, who was walking in the back, was suddenly stunned unconsciously. He looked in a direction in front of the stage and suddenly lost the ability to control his expression. He almost relied on the muscle memory of his body to walk. When he came back to his senses, he held back the complex mood and continued to perform.
There was a sudden change in the back of this performance, and everyone's tone began to drop a little. They were all brothers who got along day and night, and they should also understand each other's minds. Everyone seemed to be looking in one direction unconsciously - that direction is, Lin Siwan.
It's just that when Zhang Zhenyuan saw it, he was happy, and there was even a lyric that he sang in that direction.
Soaring in the blue sky
Feel calm and free.
Lin Siwan saw it, Lin Siwan saw him, and knew the sentence he sang.
How long has she been here? Was she here just now? He didn't find out... I'm so happy, I came to see him specially, right?
The mood of this song was complicated, and it was not until the last syllable fell that everyone stopped in place and calmed down their hurried breath.
The final shot will scan seven people in turn, recording the final ending of each person.
The gifs recorded by the program team were frequently circled, and there was even a record of three hot searches on a gifs, and each frame took a good look for everyone.
Zhang Zhenyuan's order was relatively low. When he swept past one by one, some of the people in front pressed their lips, while others kept their eyes firm. Only he smiled brightly, like a little prince and young master who were ignorant of the world, and his eyes were still flooded with gentle light. The moment the camera swept past him, many viewers were screaming.
When you see someone you like, your eyes will shine.
Several people were pulled by the host to say a few words before stepping down. When they stepped down, they seemed to have a tacit understanding. The few people who walked behind turned around, and Zhang Zhenyuan greeted them happily.
He was facing Lin Siwan, but from the perspective of his platform, the audience was also in the same direction as the other side. The audience thought it was hitting them, and there was another scream, and the others followed suit.
In fact, Zhang Zhenyuan didn't care that much about these things. He, who lacked a part of himself, did things based on his preferences - he hadn't seen Lin Siwan for a long time.
