At night, the stars dotted.

The moonlight that exposed half a cloud sprinkled on the Spring Cocoon Stadium.

Hazy.

Inside the venue.

It's a deafening noise.

The performance of the little queen was over, and everyone was still immersed in the singing.

“This song is really good!”

"Yes, I feel a bit like Zhang Ya."

“Today’s concert was so satisfying.”

"Hurry up and present the awards. I really want to see who the best singer of the year is given to!"

"Why haven't Mr. Hua come out yet?"

The audience was talking in conjunction with each other, and only a very small number of people noticed that one singer was missing.

“Is there another performance?”

"It seems."

"Who is there any other way?"

Everyone seemed to have forgotten He Xiao.

In fact, it is normal. After all, he has never shown his face since the second round and has disappeared from the stage for more than an hour and a half.

The war of verbalism on the Internet continues.

Netizens are still angry!

"If Li Chengxu won the first place today, I will never watch this show again!"

"Why are young and handsome guys more votes than professional singers?"

"I feel like IQ is insulted!"

"Please crush Li Chengxu with a dark horse!"

“…”

“…”

Fans on the Internet are busy fighting.

The audience was busy guessing who the awards were won.

No one noticed that the lights in the dome still shone brightly after the little queen left.

A figure who was not very tall walked onto the stage.

He was wearing something strange. The left side of the clothes was black and the right side was white, which gave people a very evil first sense.

In this performance, he did not carry a guitar, but put one hand in his trouser pocket, his pace was a little staggering, and he stepped onto the stage alone.

The members of the Galaxy Band were hiding where they were hidden. He was the only one left on the huge stage.

Crack Crack Crack!

All the lights above the head suddenly disappeared.

In the darkness, there was only a beam of light shining on him, blurring.

Xiao Wangnian couldn't help but say, "Can he do it?"

An Miaoxuan also suspected: "Yes, the cold alone is not conducive to performance."

But Zhang Ya's eyes gradually lit up, and there was no idea where the confidence came from: "He can do it!"

The two mentors were shocked. They had long seen that Zhang Ya's attitude towards He Xiao was different from other contestants. She seemed to be very optimistic about He Xiao.

Behind the monitor, Wang Shi sighed: "I hope he can really finish this song."

He Xiao had a severe cold, and he was weak all over and his voice was also affected. Under such conditions, it was too difficult to complete a song sung at a concert.

On the dark stage, under the only light.

He Xiao lowered his head, put one hand in his pocket, and stood at the edge of the corner. The lonely scene suddenly came to his face.

His appearance did not cause any turmoil, neither noticed him nor gave him applause.

Gradually, He Xiao felt that the surrounding scene became blurry, and the sounds were chaotic and complicated, gradually disappeared in his ears.

He could see everyone's mouth open, but he could not hear their voices.

He could see everyone's appearance, but he couldn't do any moves.

It seems that they can't see He Xiao, or He Xiao has turned into a transparent color.

He no longer belongs to this world.

Being lonely.

Being neglected.

In the black and white picture, He Xiao had a lot of things to say, but wanted to vent, but couldn't find the way.

Perhaps now, no one wants to listen to him.

Unconsciously, he thought of his former self.

"Dongdong!"

Sudden.

The prelude of the evil song sounded, breaking the black and white world.

All the noisy sounds came back to my ears.

The scene around He Xiao became clear again.

He was brought back to reality.

Hu Bo and others appeared at the end of the stage and played the song accompaniment for him.

Two dull piano sounds sounded one after another, like the self-report of a lonely person, circling and echoing.

He Xiao was sad for two seconds and sighed silently, and finally put the microphone to his mouth.

"Someone asked me."

"I'll talk."

"But no one comes."

"I'm so hopeless."

"I have something to say."

“Not getting load.”

Through the powerful high-pitched shells, He Xiao's hoarse and lonely voice echoed throughout the stadium, and never dispersed for a long time.

Everyone was stunned.

This is a Cantonese song.

But what does this lyric mean?

Some people don’t understand, but they can clearly feel the feeling of sadness and loneliness in their hearts, and the hoarse and vicissitudes of life echo in their ears.

Some people also understood, and their expressions were moved at the moment, staring at the lonely singer on the stage in front of them.

This lyrics sing He Xiao’s present and also reveal the past.

Over the years, he has been like a spring that presses to the end, a long bow that pulls the strings, waiting for the contact point that triggers his energy to burst out.

However, this touchpoint has not come for a long time, and no one appreciates him, nor is he willing to be his audience.

Many people became sad involuntarily as he sang.

"My mood is still like a bottle cover being uncovered."

"But my mouth is raising moss."

I really want to sing!

I really want to act!

Can you give me a chance?

Please come and see if I'm fine?

Only two or three lyrics express He Xiao's words and attitudes to the fullest.

In the mentor group, Xiao Wangnian was silent for some reason.

Xu Tianheng was also speechless.
To be continued...