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The short advertising time ended, and the live footage cut in again. Alan Dejanis sat among the crowd in the audience and smiled and said to the camera, "I sat in the position of Zac Efron because he Coming soon. Ladies and gentlemen, Zac Efron!"
On the right side of the stage, Zac Efron appeared in front of everyone with a smile on his face.
"Good evening, I am honored to stand here and introduce the next performer." Zach said with a smile on his face. "How should I describe this performer? An actor, a singer, an artist, and a global female artist. The girl in the dream, the role model of every dreamer, or is it...Renley Hall?"
No more language introduction is needed, one name is enough, the applause of the audience rang out, and Zach also extended his right hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, the moving song in the "Drunk Country Folk Song" 'Death of Queen Jane', let us welcome, Lord Lanly-Hall."
Who would have thought that Renly's first official performance at the awards ceremony in its history would not take place at the Grammys, but at the Oscars?
Applause, whistle, cheers, screams... The entire Dolby Theater has become lively and everyone is expressing their inner expectations in their own way.
The lights went out.
When the spotlight came on again, Levine Davis appeared in front of everyone like this: the dark green plaid shirt was washed white, the collar seemed to have been raised; the crumpled dark brown coat, faintly still Coffee stains can be found on the shoulders and the hem of the clothes; the slightly curly short hair looks messy and unruly, drooping casually, hiding the melancholy of the eyebrows; the slightly drooping head, the light falls through the hair and eyelashes, and outlines the face Blur outline.
A guitar. a chair. A beam of light.
In a trance, time went back to the kerosene lamp bar in the 1960s.
He just sat on a four-legged stool with the guitar supported on his knees. There was no fancy stage background, nor any gorgeous neon clothes. Even on the Oscar stage, he was still going around. The down-and-out folk singer who was stuck in the same place seemed to have not changed anything.
The performance did not start immediately, but was silent for two seconds. The audience couldn't help but hold their breath, and then they could see the light tracing through the guitar strings, and the dust flew up and down between the strings, quiet and agile. , For a moment, time seemed to stop on the slender and powerful knuckles, freezing the light and shadow.
This is an outlier.
In the course of the Oscar awards ceremony, time suddenly slowed down, showing a completely different style. Everyone is complaining. The Oscars ceremony is getting more and more lengthy, and the loss of audiences is getting more and more serious; and now Lanli is deliberately slowing down the rhythm, isn't this going against the ratings?
But this is the "Drunk Country Folk Song", this is the "Death of Queen Jane", and this is Lanly Hall.
If someone is willing to settle their minds and be more patient, it doesn't take too long. Two seconds, just two seconds, let yourself be quiet, and then wait seriously, life's impetuous and eagerness will take another look.
The strings are plucked.
The soothing and melodious melody is incompatible with the atmosphere of the Oscar scene, and even seems to be two completely different worlds, but the two-second pause has wonderfully separated time and space, and the mood has slowly settled. I couldn't help but tilted my head and began to appreciate it quietly. It was like entering a space-time tunnel constructed by musical symbols, from the Dolby Theater in 2014 to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961.
"Queen Jane has been lying in the delivery room for more than nine days and nine nights, until her maid is exhausted and can no longer support it... can no longer support it."
The melodious melody sounds familiar, a bit like the opening song of "Drunk Country Folk Songs", "Hang Me, Hang Me", but the rhythm and tune are more relaxed, like the breeze gliding in the ears in early spring and March. With a little bit of chill and a little warmth, it gently fell on the softness of the chest, and inadvertently pulled out a touch of sadness and loss.
"My good servant, my good servant, dear you, can I beg you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby."
The music seems to have such a wonderful magic power, in the murmur of flowing melody and the softly humming song, everything around is so quiet, and then the ears faintly heard that the campfire is crackling. The surrounding light dimmed unconsciously, as if it was a severe cold winter, everyone was sitting around a campfire in the wild, holding a bowl of hot potato soup in their hands, and pulling the blanket over their shoulders vigorously. The left and right feet are rubbing against each other, trying to find some warmth.
At this moment, a passing bard pulled his horse and walked over.
He tied the horse to the dead tree next to him, took off his hat, and sat down beside the bonfire. He took out the old pipe from his arms, knocked it on the sole of his shoe, and then slowly reopened it. The pipe was filled with tobacco, and after lighting it, she told the story of Queen Jane in a vicissitudes and hoarse voice, and the whispered voice was contaminated with sadness and regret in the cold wind of Xiao Xiao.
"'Oh, it's not possible', the maids cried,'This is something we absolutely cannot do. We will report to King Henry immediately and listen to his decision."
"King Henry heard the bad news, and King Henry felt the delivery room. He said, "Oh, look what happened to my woman. Why are your eyes so dark?"
"King Henry, King Henry, can you ask you to do something for me? Can you ask you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby?"
There are lingering sadness and pain hidden in the gentle tone, not the despair of crying, nor the heart-piercing struggle, but the lingering fatigue, the staggering steps after the weather-beaten, seem to be no longer He couldn't carry the weight on his shoulders, he just stumbled forward all the way, but couldn't see the end and didn't understand the direction. The hope that was once alive was like the baby in Queen Jane's belly, seeming to be extinguished bit by bit.
light. guitar. singing.
The whole world is so simple but also so pure, it seems that a little bit of color can't be accommodated; but it is so moving and so beautiful, it seems that anything added to it is superfluous.
"'Oh, no', King Henry cried,'I can never do this. If I were to lose the flower of England, I would rather lose her branches and leaves. I would rather lose her branches and leaves.' "
Lan Li's singing voice does not have too many ups and downs and modifications. In the clean and clear string accompaniment of the guitar, it is only presented in the most simple way, but the faint loss in the tail is like a ripple. In a trance, it seems to be able to see the back again, walking lonely in the ice and snow, the surrounding snow is so tightly covered, it seems that apart from him, no one else can be seen, but he is still there. Moving forward, tired and at a loss, but never stopped.
Slowly, Lan Li raised his head and met the audience's eyes.
In the light and beautiful interlude melody, Lan Li’s eyes accepted all the scrutiny frankly and sincerely. The calm after the vicissitudes of life, the exhaustion after the stormy waves, the resolute and determined firmness, quietly hide in The look in the eyes gradually became clear in the fluttering and sculpting of the strings, the perseverance after the loss and confusion, the perseverance of refusing to surrender and giving up, all over the body, like a touch of tender green blooming in no man's land— -Rekindled hope.
God!
This... Is this... Is this an extension of the ending of "Drunk Country Folk Songs"?
Such a thought was too bold and too crazy, but it began to surging in the depths of my mind uncontrollably.
At the end of the "Drunk Country Folk Song" story, Levine sat down at the entrance of the bar alley, staring at the far end with blank but disappointed eyes, but did not leave an answer. No one knows whether Levine will continue to insist or choose to return to the ordinary, the answer lies in the hearts of every audience.
And now, at this moment, on the stage of the Oscars awards ceremony, the blue ceremony of "The Death of Queen Jane" is being performed-or Levien-Davis~www.novelhall.com~ He is renewing Standing up, even with scars, exhaustion, and aimlessness, he will continue to walk.
At this moment, the music and the character fit perfectly together, the melody and the performance are entangled with each other, and then the guests return to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961 to enjoy Levine’s performance again on stage. Sang:
"People sang and danced on the day the prince was born; but the poor queen Jane, the one I love most, lies like a cold stone and sleeps forever."
There is no melody, just a cappella, the sad and lonely lyrics go back and forth between lips and teeth, and all the inexplicable and inexhaustible mixed emotions are described clearly and left for every listener to chew carefully. Taste, only one can experience the taste.
"Eternal sleep."
When the last lyrics were sung, he slowly closed his eyes like this. Slowly, slowly, endless exhaustion flowed out little by little, and then those emotions slipped from between the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, and then slowly fell down the shoulders, and the spotlight that fell down was outlined in this way. The outline of that tired shoulder.
Singing, it's over.
The on-site director seemed to be stunned. He didn't cut off the lights for the first time, nor did he cut into the follow-ups for the first time, or even adjusted the camera for the first time. Instead, he let his emotions spread slowly in the air for one second. Two seconds... It seems to echo the first two seconds of silence, wonderfully erecting the space-time barrier again, and quietly leaving the memory of the kerosene lamp bar in the heart of every guest, becoming his own unique privacy corner.
No one can find out.
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The short advertising time ended, and the live footage cut in again. Alan Dejanis sat among the crowd in the audience and smiled and said to the camera, "I sat in the position of Zac Efron because he Coming soon. Ladies and gentlemen, Zac Efron!"
On the right side of the stage, Zac Efron appeared in front of everyone with a smile on his face.
"Good evening, I am honored to stand here and introduce the next performer." Zach said with a smile on his face. "How should I describe this performer? An actor, a singer, an artist, and a global female artist. The girl in the dream, the role model of every dreamer, or is it...Renley Hall?"
No more language introduction is needed, one name is enough, the applause of the audience rang out, and Zach also extended his right hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, the moving song in the "Drunk Country Folk Song" 'Death of Queen Jane', let us welcome, Lord Lanly-Hall."
Who would have thought that Renly's first official performance at the awards ceremony in its history would not take place at the Grammys, but at the Oscars?
Applause, whistle, cheers, screams... The entire Dolby Theater has become lively and everyone is expressing their inner expectations in their own way.
The lights went out.
When the spotlight came on again, Levine Davis appeared in front of everyone like this: the dark green plaid shirt was washed white, the collar seemed to have been raised; the crumpled dark brown coat, faintly still Coffee stains can be found on the shoulders and the hem of the clothes; the slightly curly short hair looks messy and unruly, drooping casually, hiding the melancholy of the eyebrows; the slightly drooping head, the light falls through the hair and eyelashes, and outlines the face Blur outline.
A guitar. a chair. A beam of light.
In a trance, time went back to the kerosene lamp bar in the 1960s.
He just sat on a four-legged stool with the guitar supported on his knees. There was no fancy stage background, nor any gorgeous neon clothes. Even on the Oscar stage, he was still going around. The down-and-out folk singer who was stuck in the same place seemed to have not changed anything.
The performance did not start immediately, but was silent for two seconds. The audience couldn't help but hold their breath, and then they could see the light tracing through the guitar strings, and the dust flew up and down between the strings, quiet and agile. , For a moment, time seemed to stop on the slender and powerful knuckles, freezing the light and shadow.
This is an outlier.
In the course of the Oscar awards ceremony, time suddenly slowed down, showing a completely different style. Everyone is complaining. The Oscars ceremony is getting more and more lengthy, and the loss of audiences is getting more and more serious; and now Lanli is deliberately slowing down the rhythm, isn't this going against the ratings?
But this is the "Drunk Country Folk Song", this is the "Death of Queen Jane", and this is Lanly Hall.
If someone is willing to settle their minds and be more patient, it doesn't take too long. Two seconds, just two seconds, let yourself be quiet, and then wait seriously, life's impetuous and eagerness will take another look.
The strings are plucked.
The soothing and melodious melody is incompatible with the atmosphere of the Oscar scene, and even seems to be two completely different worlds, but the two-second pause has wonderfully separated time and space, and the mood has slowly settled. I couldn't help but tilted my head and began to appreciate it quietly. It was like entering a space-time tunnel constructed by musical symbols, from the Dolby Theater in 2014 to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961.
"Queen Jane has been lying in the delivery room for more than nine days and nine nights, until her maid is exhausted and can no longer support it... can no longer support it."
The melodious melody sounds familiar, a bit like the opening song of "Drunk Country Folk Songs", "Hang Me, Hang Me", but the rhythm and tune are more relaxed, like the breeze gliding in the ears in early spring and March. With a little bit of chill and a little warmth, it gently fell on the softness of the chest, and inadvertently pulled out a touch of sadness and loss.
"My good servant, my good servant, dear you, can I beg you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby."
The music seems to have such a wonderful magic power, in the murmur of flowing melody and the softly humming song, everything around is so quiet, and then the ears faintly heard that the campfire is crackling. The surrounding light dimmed unconsciously, as if it was a severe cold winter, everyone was sitting around a campfire in the wild, holding a bowl of hot potato soup in their hands, and pulling the blanket over their shoulders vigorously. The left and right feet are rubbing against each other, trying to find some warmth.
At this moment, a passing bard pulled his horse and walked over.
He tied the horse to the dead tree next to him, took off his hat, and sat down beside the bonfire. He took out the old pipe from his arms, knocked it on the sole of his shoe, and then slowly reopened it. The pipe was filled with tobacco, and after lighting it, she told the story of Queen Jane in a vicissitudes and hoarse voice, and the whispered voice was contaminated with sadness and regret in the cold wind of Xiao Xiao.
"'Oh, it's not possible', the maids cried,'This is something we absolutely cannot do. We will report to King Henry immediately and listen to his decision."
"King Henry heard the bad news, and King Henry felt the delivery room. He said, "Oh, look what happened to my woman. Why are your eyes so dark?"
"King Henry, King Henry, can you ask you to do something for me? Can you ask you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby?"
There are lingering sadness and pain hidden in the gentle tone, not the despair of crying, nor the heart-piercing struggle, but the lingering fatigue, the staggering steps after the weather-beaten, seem to be no longer He couldn't carry the weight on his shoulders, he just stumbled forward all the way, but couldn't see the end and didn't understand the direction. The hope that was once alive was like the baby in Queen Jane's belly, seeming to be extinguished bit by bit.
light. guitar. singing.
The whole world is so simple but also so pure, it seems that a little bit of color can't be accommodated; but it is so moving and so beautiful, it seems that anything added to it is superfluous.
"'Oh, no', King Henry cried,'I can never do this. If I were to lose the flower of England, I would rather lose her branches and leaves. I would rather lose her branches and leaves.' "
Lan Li's singing voice does not have too many ups and downs and modifications. In the clean and clear string accompaniment of the guitar, it is only presented in the most simple way, but the faint loss in the tail is like a ripple. In a trance, it seems to be able to see the back again, walking lonely in the ice and snow, the surrounding snow is so tightly covered, it seems that apart from him, no one else can be seen, but he is still there. Moving forward, tired and at a loss, but never stopped.
Slowly, Lan Li raised his head and met the audience's eyes.
In the light and beautiful interlude melody, Lan Li’s eyes accepted all the scrutiny frankly and sincerely. The calm after the vicissitudes of life, the exhaustion after the stormy waves, the resolute and determined firmness, quietly hide in The look in the eyes gradually became clear in the fluttering and sculpting of the strings, the perseverance after the loss and confusion, the perseverance of refusing to surrender and giving up, all over the body, like a touch of tender green blooming in no man's land— -Rekindled hope.
God!
This... Is this... Is this an extension of the ending of "Drunk Country Folk Songs"?
Such a thought was too bold and too crazy, but it began to surging in the depths of my mind uncontrollably.
At the end of the "Drunk Country Folk Song" story, Levine sat down at the entrance of the bar alley, staring at the far end with blank but disappointed eyes, but did not leave an answer. No one knows whether Levine will continue to insist or choose to return to the ordinary, the answer lies in the hearts of every audience.
And now, at this moment, on the stage of the Oscars awards ceremony, the blue ceremony of "The Death of Queen Jane" is being performed-or Levien-Davis~www.novelhall.com~ He is renewing Standing up, even with scars, exhaustion, and aimlessness, he will continue to walk.
At this moment, the music and the character fit perfectly together, the melody and the performance are entangled with each other, and then the guests return to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961 to enjoy Levine’s performance again on stage. Sang:
"People sang and danced on the day the prince was born; but the poor queen Jane, the one I love most, lies like a cold stone and sleeps forever."
There is no melody, just a cappella, the sad and lonely lyrics go back and forth between lips and teeth, and all the inexplicable and inexhaustible mixed emotions are described clearly and left for every listener to chew carefully. Taste, only one can experience the taste.
"Eternal sleep."
When the last lyrics were sung, he slowly closed his eyes like this. Slowly, slowly, endless exhaustion flowed out little by little, and then those emotions slipped from between the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, and then slowly fell down the shoulders, and the spotlight that fell down was outlined in this way. The outline of that tired shoulder.
Singing, it's over.
The on-site director seemed to be stunned. He didn't cut off the lights for the first time, nor did he cut into the follow-ups for the first time, or even adjusted the camera for the first time. Instead, he let his emotions spread slowly in the air for one second. Two seconds... It seems to echo the first two seconds of silence, wonderfully erecting the space-time barrier again, and quietly leaving the memory of the kerosene lamp bar in the heart of every guest, becoming his own unique privacy corner.
No one can find out.
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
The short advertising time ended, and the live footage cut in again. Alan Dejanis sat among the crowd in the audience and smiled and said to the camera, "I sat in the position of Zac Efron because he Coming soon. Ladies and gentlemen, Zac Efron!"On the right side of the stage, Zac Efron appeared in front of everyone with a smile on his face."Good evening, I am honored to stand here and introduce the next performer." Zach said with a smile on his face. "How should I describe this performer? An actor, a singer, an artist, and a global female artist. The girl in the dream, the role model of every dreamer, or is it...Renley Hall?"No more language introduction is needed, one name is enough, the applause of the audience rang out, and Zach also extended his right hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, the moving song in the "Drunk Country Folk Song" 'Death of Queen Jane', let us welcome, Lord Lanly-Hall."Who would have thought that Renly's first official performance at the awards ceremony in its history would not take place at the Grammys, but at the Oscars?Applause, whistle, cheers, screams... The entire Dolby Theater has become lively and everyone is expressing their inner expectations in their own way.The lights went out.When the spotlight came on again, Levine Davis appeared in front of everyone like this: the dark green plaid shirt was washed white, the collar seemed to have been raised; the crumpled dark brown coat, faintly still Coffee stains can be found on the shoulders and the hem of the clothes; the slightly curly short hair looks messy and unruly, drooping casually, hiding the melancholy of the eyebrows; the slightly drooping head, the light falls through the hair and eyelashes, and outlines the face Blur outline.A guitar. a chair. A beam of light.In a trance, time went back to the kerosene lamp bar in the 1960s.He just sat on a four-legged stool with the guitar supported on his knees. There was no fancy stage background, nor any gorgeous neon clothes. Even on the Oscar stage, he was still going around. The down-and-out folk singer who was stuck in the same place seemed to have not changed anything.The performance did not start immediately, but was silent for two seconds. The audience couldn't help but hold their breath, and then they could see the light tracing through the guitar strings, and the dust flew up and down between the strings, quiet and agile. , For a moment, time seemed to stop on the slender and powerful knuckles, freezing the light and shadow.This is an outlier.In the course of the Oscar awards ceremony, time suddenly slowed down, showing a completely different style. Everyone is complaining. The Oscars ceremony is getting more and more lengthy, and the loss of audiences is getting more and more serious; and now Lanli is deliberately slowing down the rhythm, isn't this going against the ratings?But this is the "Drunk Country Folk Song", this is the "Death of Queen Jane", and this is Lanly Hall.If someone is willing to settle their minds and be more patient, it doesn't take too long. Two seconds, just two seconds, let yourself be quiet, and then wait seriously, life's impetuous and eagerness will take another look.The strings are plucked.The soothing and melodious melody is incompatible with the atmosphere of the Oscar scene, and even seems to be two completely different worlds, but the two-second pause has wonderfully separated time and space, and the mood has slowly settled. I couldn't help but tilted my head and began to appreciate it quietly. It was like entering a space-time tunnel constructed by musical symbols, from the Dolby Theater in 2014 to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961."Queen Jane has been lying in the delivery room for more than nine days and nine nights, until her maid is exhausted and can no longer support it... can no longer support it."The melodious melody sounds familiar, a bit like the opening song of "Drunk Country Folk Songs", "Hang Me, Hang Me", but the rhythm and tune are more relaxed, like the breeze gliding in the ears in early spring and March. With a little bit of chill and a little warmth, it gently fell on the softness of the chest, and inadvertently pulled out a touch of sadness and loss."My good servant, my good servant, dear you, can I beg you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby."The music seems to have such a wonderful magic power, in the murmur of flowing melody and the softly humming song, everything around is so quiet, and then the ears faintly heard that the campfire is crackling. The surrounding light dimmed unconsciously, as if it was a severe cold winter, everyone was sitting around a campfire in the wild, holding a bowl of hot potato soup in their hands, and pulling the blanket over their shoulders vigorously. The left and right feet are rubbing against each other, trying to find some warmth.At this moment, a passing bard pulled his horse and walked over.He tied the horse to the dead tree next to him, took off his hat, and sat down beside the bonfire. He took out the old pipe from his arms, knocked it on the sole of his shoe, and then slowly reopened it. The pipe was filled with tobacco, and after lighting it, she told the story of Queen Jane in a vicissitudes and hoarse voice, and the whispered voice was contaminated with sadness and regret in the cold wind of Xiao Xiao."'Oh, it's not possible', the maids cried,'This is something we absolutely cannot do. We will report to King Henry immediately and listen to his decision.""King Henry heard the bad news, and King Henry felt the delivery room. He said, "Oh, look what happened to my woman. Why are your eyes so dark?""King Henry, King Henry, can you ask you to do something for me? Can you ask you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? Find my baby?"There are lingering sadness and pain hidden in the gentle tone, not the despair of crying, nor the heart-piercing struggle, but the lingering fatigue, the staggering steps after the weather-beaten, seem to be no longer He couldn't carry the weight on his shoulders, he just stumbled forward all the way, but couldn't see the end and didn't understand the direction. The hope that was once alive was like the baby in Queen Jane's belly, seeming to be extinguished bit by bit.light. guitar. singing.The whole world is so simple but also so pure, it seems that a little bit of color can't be accommodated; but it is so moving and so beautiful, it seems that anything added to it is superfluous."'Oh, no', King Henry cried,'I can never do this. If I were to lose the flower of England, I would rather lose her branches and leaves. I would rather lose her branches and leaves.' "Lan Li's singing voice does not have too many ups and downs and modifications. In the clean and clear string accompaniment of the guitar, it is only presented in the most simple way, but the faint loss in the tail is like a ripple. In a trance, it seems to be able to see the back again, walking lonely in the ice and snow, the surrounding snow is so tightly covered, it seems that apart from him, no one else can be seen, but he is still there. Moving forward, tired and at a loss, but never stopped.Slowly, Lan Li raised his head and met the audience's eyes.In the light and beautiful interlude melody, Lan Li's eyes accepted all the scrutiny frankly and sincerely. The calm after the vicissitudes of life, the exhaustion after the stormy waves, the resolute and determined firmness, quietly hide in The look in the eyes gradually became clear in the fluttering and sculpting of the strings, the perseverance after the loss and confusion, the perseverance of refusing to surrender and giving up, all over the body, like a touch of tender green blooming in no man's land -Rekindled hope.God!This... Is this... Is this an extension of the ending of "Drunk Country Folk Songs"?Such a thought was too bold and too crazy, but it began to surging in the depths of my mind uncontrollably.At the end of the "Drunk Country Folk Song" story, Levine sat down at the entrance of the bar alley, staring at the far end with blank but disappointed eyes, but did not leave an answer. No one knows whether Levine will continue to insist or choose to return to the ordinary, the answer lies in the hearts of every audience.And now, at this moment, on the stage of the Oscars awards ceremony, the blue ceremony of "The Death of Queen Jane" is being performed-or Levien-Davis~www.novelhall.com~ He is renewing Standing up, even with scars, exhaustion, and aimlessness, he will continue to walk.At this moment, the music and the character fit perfectly together, the melody and the performance are entangled with each other, and then the guests return to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961 to enjoy Levine's performance again on stage. Sang:"People sang and danced on the day the prince was born; but the poor queen Jane, the one I love most, lies like a cold stone and sleeps forever."There is no melody, just a cappella, the sad and lonely lyrics go back and forth between lips and teeth, and all the inexplicable and inexhaustible mixed emotions are described clearly and left for every listener to chew carefully. Taste, only one can experience the taste."Eternal sleep."When the last lyrics were sung, he slowly closed his eyes like this. Slowly, slowly, endless exhaustion flowed out little by little, and then those emotions slipped from between the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, and then slowly fell down the shoulders, and the spotlight that fell down was outlined in this way. The outline of that tired shoulder.Singing, it's over.The on-site director seemed to be stunned. He didn't cut off the lights for the first time, nor did he cut into the follow-ups for the first time, or even adjusted the camera for the first time. Instead, he let his emotions spread slowly in the air for one second. Two seconds... It seems to echo the first two seconds of silence, wonderfully erecting the space-time barrier again, and quietly leaving the memory of the kerosene lamp bar in the heart of every guest, becoming his own unique privacy corner.No one can find out.Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
