For the sake of my brother debut, I decided to become a Uranus superstar

Chapter 156

"Lin Suyu, you can't do this."

Kuang Dasheng said unceremoniously: "If you keep doing this, this song will definitely destroy you, and you will not be able to enter the state at all."

"Old Kuang..."

Even though Min Fengqi has been winking at the side all the time, Kuang Dasheng has no intention of being tactful at all. He is used to derogatory and derogatory, and he has high requirements for songs, so naturally it is impossible to be too subtle: "Your lyrics are also a mess, um, I just To put it bluntly, it’s all about rhyming. It doesn’t reflect the theme or connotation. It’s just a bunch of messy things put together to make a pot of incomprehensible stew. If you are at this level, change it now There’s still time for the stage. Xiao Feng’er’s opinion will be picked up now and the effect will be much better, at least as long as his is lively enough. If you can’t show your true feelings, it’s better to go up and bluff to fool the audience.”

Lin Suyu put down the pen in his hand: "My lyrics are not good either?"

"Not only that, your lyrics are empty and empty, and they feel like, like..." Kuang Dasheng thought for a while, and found a very suitable analogy, "Do you know the hidden words on the Internet? The first poem machine, input the sentence with the hidden head, the machine will go to the ancient poetry lexicon to find the ancient poem sentence beginning with this word, and then paste a few irrelevant sentences together to spell out a very confusing one. 'Poetry', do you understand, such a pure pile of no technical content, let alone emotion, is a pile of rubbish."

Hua Qian shivered: "That's right... What Brother Su wrote is rubbish, what do I write, is it non-recyclable garbage?"

Bai Hongyu reminded: "Wake up, you will be responsible for the harmony, you don't need to write lyrics at all, okay?"

When interrupted by these two people, Kuang Dasheng thought of something again: "Oh, yes, even Ah Hua's chorus in the back is more emotional than yours, I don't know how you made it like this, singing rap You can't let it go at all, it was obviously not like this on your last stage. Lin Suyu, you are the C position, you are the facade of the stage, please, you can't feel sad yourself, do you still expect us to make up for you?"

"Okay, old Kuang..." Seeing Lin Suyu's irritability deepening, Min Fengqi pushed Kuang Dasheng aside, and comforted him, "Don't worry, Lao Kuang didn't mean to be so fierce, he just asked too much... "

"I know." Lin Suyu rubbed his temples, "I just... feel so bad."

If it was him in the past, he would not be angry at all because of Kuang Dasheng's harsh truth.

Now his mood swings are becoming more and more obvious, and the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time have finally been unsealed. It is even more difficult to restore the state of Gujing without waves.

This seemingly boring and redundant emotion seemed extremely strange to him, and he even began to feel troubled by it.

"Speaking of it... the tone of this song is still quite sad after the tone is changed. You also agreed with this change at the time. Why can't you always convey this sad emotion when you perform?" Min Fengqi said with concern, "I It always feels like you are competing with yourself. In the past, you felt that you expressed a little too hard on a stage that required happiness. Now on a stage that is sad and lyrical, it seems that you don’t know how to express your sad emotions..."

Qiao Mu nodded: "Yes, every time Xiao Yu gives me the feeling that he is going to laugh in a second, but he doesn't feel happy, just... feels like... forcing a smile?"

Kuang Dasheng said unhappily: "Time is running out, you'd better find out how to get into the state quickly, Xiao Feng'er gave you the C position, if you don't behave better, I will cut you off."

Lin Suyu was silent for a while, then nodded: "I see, I'll look for inspiration."

Seeing him go out, Min Fengqi shouted: "Why are you going?"

"Go to the cafeteria."

Qiao Mu asked in surprise, "He's going to the cafeteria at this hour? Why, are you drinking for fun?"

"No, then who is he going to propose to?" Hua Qian covered her cheeks with a frightened expression, "Auntie in the cafeteria?"

In fact, Lin Suyu went to the cafeteria to borrow the kitchen.

Few people could resist Lin Suyu's acting like a baby, and since it was not time for meals, Lin Suyu easily entered the empty kitchen, put the milk pot on the gas stove, and turned on the low heat.

The white granulated sugar was slowly roasted to golden brown at the bottom of the pot. He carefully stirred the amber granules of sugar with chopsticks, then slowly poured in the milk and put in the black tea bag.The steam curled up until the tea leaves dyed the milk deeply, and a layer of milk skin appeared on the surface of the milk. Then Lin Suyu turned off the fire and poured the milk tea from the milk pot into the cup.

It's a very simple method, so even after ten years, he still copied it as it was.

The weather was getting cooler, and the milk tea was getting cold very quickly, and it changed from boiling hot to half-warm in a short while.

Lin Suyu hesitated for a while, then finally picked it up and downed it all in one gulp.

He drank quickly and anxiously, not as if he was drinking milk tea, but rather like a child afraid of hardship pouring Chinese medicine into his mouth desperately.

A few seconds later, the boy's body swayed, he bent his legs suddenly, and knelt down on the ground along the counter.

…………

Lin Suyu could clearly feel that her world was disintegrating.

This dissociation state is slow and irreversible like dominoes from invisible subtle places, like pulling out each color of the rainbow individually, and the tree-like brain nerves are necrotic from the root.

The crumbling walls were mottled and collapsed into ruins, and quicksand gushed out from the fracture like thin water columns.

It is a barrier to protect him and a prison to imprison him.

Finally, it broke.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of things collapsing and breaking, but when he focused his attention, all he was given was nothingness and blankness.

As if in a vacuum, the absolute silence brings endless emptiness.

He remembered what he was supposed to do, and it was an urgent matter, but he couldn't remember what he was supposed to do at the moment.

Got to get up, got to go out, got to climb the stairs, got to...

It was as if he heard the voice of someone calling him, and it faded away and quickly in his world, as if the train was speeding past him, and the sound of the whistle dissipated faster and more clearly than the fireworks blooming in the night sky.

But the speed of sound is slower than the speed of light, and the whistle should not be faster than fireworks, just as thunder should not run ahead of lightning.

It shouldn't be like this.

He didn't know what he was thinking. The young man who had always controlled his emotions to such an extent that he was as precise as a machine was now in a mess. His bizarre thoughts fluttered chaotically on the lake like a dragonfly after the rain, or he seemed to be riding a sheep. Fly in the night sky.

He tried hard to distinguish for a long time before he vaguely realized that he seemed to be sitting in a car.

The taste of caramel milk tea still lingers in his mouth, but the sweet aroma is showing signs of deterioration at this moment.The images that are going on now and are about to happen are like eternal fragments engraved on a plate and placed in the depths of his mind, but before this, he never wanted to actively touch the idea.

"Is the milk tea good?"

The mother, whose face was blurred due to amnesia, asked gently.

He didn't answer, but looked at the front blankly.

Everything in front of me is a mime scene that is extremely slow. On the glass window, there is a small hole as the point of collapse, and it gradually spreads outward. The black lines are scattered like spider webs, and then sag, flying out of the original position one by one gracefully. , like a streamer sprayed out before a grand festival celebration.

Then--

The whole world seems to have been pressed the accelerator button.

All things flowed at an extremely fast speed, slowly shattered glass fragments raged like a gust of wind, vehicles soared up, and became riddled with holes in the air, twisted, folded, and compressed, and the picture in the field of vision suddenly became Black and white.

There was no panic, no sadness, no shouting at the top of your lungs, everything was surprisingly quiet, and from the window of the car that was compressed into a crack, you could see faintly rising in the air—white fireworks.

It was as quiet as looking at a painting hanging on the wall of an art gallery.

Although he didn't know anything at that time, afterward, amidst the chaos, he was reminded over and over again——

"The two adults died on the spot."

In the silence, he could only hear his own slow heartbeat, beating, beating, beating extremely slow, as if a dying person was weakly making the final struggle.

So, in this world, he is the only one left.

He raised his hand with difficulty, groped his head a few times, and when he put it in front of his eyes again, his hand was full of warm liquid, crawling over his fingers, palm, and dripping from his wrist, in the world of black and white, You can't see the color of the meandering traces, but you can feel that the warm liquid is gradually turning cold.

Do machines dream?

Would you feel better if you lived like a machine?

Not upset.

He wasn't upset at all.

Machines don't dream, they don't feel sad, they don't mourn.

So... Now, what is the heaviness instilled in this body that almost crushes him?

"Okay, don't shoot!! I told you to stop shooting, didn't you hear me!?"

"That's enough, stop arguing...Brother Su is crying..." Hua Qian's voice was both helpless and hasty, "Don't shoot anymore, Brother Su, don't cry..."

The world of black and white is gradually being dyed in color, Lin Suyu looked dully at his hands——

I thought it was liquid blood, but it was crystal clear tears.

He cried?

Hua Qian was still squatting beside him, wiping his face with a tissue, probably frightened by his reaction, and said softly, "It's okay, don't worry, we're not in a hurry...don't be so stressed, there's time of……"

In a haze, he felt that there were many people gathered around him, Min Fengqi was patting him on the back gently, Qiao Mu was talking about something with a worried face, even Kuang Dasheng, who always seemed to be contemptuous of others, seemed to be ignorant at this moment. It is rare to be careful and gentle.

"He's in a bad state now, what else are you filming, don't you think it's not messy enough——"

Not far away, Bai Hongyu was arguing fiercely with the program crew, and fragmentary sounds poured into his ears, turning into fragmented and meaningless syllables.

Accompanied by the pain that his body remembered by itself, he put his hands on his forehead, and his ears were buzzing.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry, it's useless."

Yes, he is useless.

"Can crying solve the problem!?"

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

sorry Sorry sorry--

He will work hard, whether it is pain or fear or fear or all these annoying emotions, he will try to throw them away, so...

"Do not leave me……"

Crying will only make people feel bored, so, absolutely, don't cry, otherwise...

Seeing Lin Suyu standing up in a daze, Hua Qian chased after him in a panic, and grabbed him: "Brother Su, you..."

If you could be liked by smiling all the time——

Then laugh.

So hurry up, hurry up...

Laugh!Lin Suyu!Hurry up and laugh!

He staggered free from Huaqian, the suppressed and helpless mournful sound in his throat was as subtle as Han Qiu's last cicada.

"If you can't laugh... you will be abandoned."