RBCT Chapter 150\\r
Chapter 150\\r
After singing three songs in a row, Lin Feng took a break, took a sip of mineral water, and glanced down the stage.
There were thousands of people in the audience, and everyone had tears on their faces.
"Master sang so well, let's do another one!"
"Uncle won't go home tonight, and I won't go home either!~"
"One more song!"
"One more song!"
Thousands of people shouted loudly, this huge movement is very eye-catching in this square, and more and more people are walking towards this side.
"What's going on over there?"
"It wasn't a fight, was it?"
"It's probably a couple arguing."
"Go and have a look."
As a result, I came to see it and found that I couldn't squeeze in at all, and I didn't know what was going on.
"Hey friend, what's going on here?"
"There's an uncle singing, and it's very nice."
"uncle?"
"No matter how good it sounds, where can you hear it?"
"What song did you sing?"
"It's all original. I sang all three songs. It's really nice to hear me tell you."
"Original? Really fake?"
"Really, absolutely original, let me tell you, this uncle is a god! Anyway, if you have nothing to do, stay and listen, it will definitely be better than the concert."
"Everyone, let's go, let's go, let's go." A tall young man squeezed into the crowd with a selfie stick in his hand.
"Squeeze what?"
"What are you doing, boy? Go to the back."
"The thing I hate the most in my life is jumping in line, go away quickly, don't force me to do it."
The young man hurriedly laughed and said to please: "Brothers and sisters, I am an anchor, and I came here specially to broadcast the live broadcast to the uncle, so that the uncle can also show his face on the Internet. The uncle sings so well, I won't give him any publicity, it is worthy of being out at night. Are you performing arts? Do you think that is the case?"
"It makes sense."
"How many fans do you have?"
"Which platform are you streaming on?"
"Tiger shark." The young man said, "I have tens of thousands of fans."
The young man successfully squeezed into the front and pointed his phone at Lin Feng: "Master, I'm here to support you!"
Lin Feng glanced at him, then looked at the empty guitar case, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious.
Don't just talk about your support, and show some practical action.
The young man folded his pockets and said embarrassedly, "Oh, I forgot to bring cash when I went out."
Lin Feng didn't say anything, but looked up at the crowd on the right, where there was a branch office of Daxia Bank.
He just stared at the bank silently and said nothing.
But no one understood what he meant.
I just thought he was still immersed in the singing just now.
"You're getting old." Lin Feng said suddenly, hammering his waist.
"Master, let's say yes, we're tired of singing!"
"I haven't heard enough yet, sir, continue to sing."
Everyone was a little anxious when they saw Lin Feng like this.
Lin Feng also wanted to sing until he was tired, but in this situation, he was afraid that he would not have the chance to sing until he was tired.
So he pondered for a few seconds and said, "Sing for another hour."
"Okay, the uncle's cattle batch is over!"
"Five minutes of a song, 12 songs in an hour!"
"I lost, 12 songs, can you bear it, sir?"
Lin Feng didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the guitar and was ready to play.
He also saw that it was impossible to complete the challenge today.
But it doesn't matter, not today, then tomorrow.
He had time anyway.
"Young man, take a good photo." Lin Feng urged the anchor below.
If it can't be done tonight, then see tomorrow.
Whether it can be completed tomorrow depends on whether the anchor is powerful enough.
As long as the publicity goes out, so that more people see and know, there is a chance to complete it.
Before the challenge, Lin Feng thought it was quite simple.
But I never thought that now people don't bring money when they go out, which is really embarrassing.
He is now in an embarrassing state of applause and no-show.
Soon, Lin Feng played the guitar in his hand.
Pedestrians around him immediately quieted down, all looking at Lin Feng.
But here is flat ground, there is no stage, the people behind can only crane their necks and look around.
And as Lin Feng's singing sounded, the people behind gradually quieted down.
"The Sea"
"sailor"
"Lighting the Stars"
...
One song after another, under the perfect interpretation of Lin Feng, shocked all four.
More and more pedestrians stopped around.
An hour later, Lin Feng finished singing the seventh song.
The number of pedestrians around is at least 5,000 people, and the huge square is overcrowded.
The team was photographed hundreds of meters away, and the people behind couldn't hear anything at all, but that's how people are. The more people pay attention, the more curious they become.
Even if they don't even know what's going on inside, they still enjoy it.
The heads of major cultural and entertainment companies, local internet celebrities, and Yang Han and his agent were all blocked from the crowd and could not get in at all.
After the last song was sung, Lin Feng said into the microphone, "It's getting late, old man, I should go back to sleep too."
"Master, sing one more song."
"Don't go, I still want to hear it."
"Wuwuwu, why some songs are obviously not so tearful, but still can't help crying."
"Me too, the tears are out of control at all."
"Master, this song is poisonous!"
"Master, what should I do if I miss you in the future?"
"Are you coming tomorrow?"
The people in front are reluctant.
And the anchor at the front, in this hour, also enjoyed the bonus that Lin Feng brought him.
He Tiger Shark only has more than 50,000 fans, but in just one hour, his online presence in the live broadcast room has reached an astonishing 700,000!
Fans also rose from 50,000 to 190,000.
He really wanted to kneel down for Lin Feng now and call him Dad.
"Do you still want to hear it?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.
"think!"
A uniform voice sounded from below.
Lin Feng said: "Then I'll come back tomorrow, it's still this point."
"Really?"
"Men and man, talk is counted!"
"Master, don't lie!"
"Ah, ah, I haven't gotten off the high-speed train yet, sir, are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow? This one is fine, I'll definitely be there tomorrow!"
Lin Feng started to pack up.
Audio, zither, guitar, microphone.
The guitar was the last one to clean up. He grabbed the guitar case and stared at the empty box for a long time.
He felt as if the box was laughing at himself.
"Ah~"
With a sigh, Lin Feng shook his head and put up the guitar.
And his actions and sighs also made everyone at the scene feel a little guilty.
I listened to ten songs for more than an hour.
As a result, income is zero.
Not even one to give money.
This is so outrageous!
Actually don't blame them.
First, most people don't have the habit of carrying cash, and secondly, the songs he sings are so good that everyone is so fascinated by them that they don't think about it at all.
"Master, I will definitely go out with cash tomorrow!"
"Uncle's look is really sad. I sang for more than an hour, but I didn't earn a dime."
"I'm afraid the uncle will be hungry tonight. If I were there, I would definitely invite the uncle to dinner."
"I've already bought a plane ticket. I'll go to Xinjiekou in advance tomorrow to occupy a seat!"
"If the uncle makes his debut, really, with these ten songs today, there will be absolutely no problem with second-tier singers!"
"The master is wandering, the clown is in the palace."
"Tomorrow I'm going to set up a stage for the uncle, so that the uncle can experience the feeling of holding a concert in his lifetime!"
"Count me in, I'll add another speaker to him!"
Lin Feng packed up his things, carried the guitar, held the stereo in his left hand, and the zither in his right, and left.
The crowd also dispersed, and automatically separated into a path.
"Master, we can agree that we must come tomorrow."
"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, I must come!"
"Come, come, definitely come." Lin Feng agreed.
Halfway through, the road in front of her was suddenly blocked by someone. This was a woman with a face as white as a ghost, with a thick powder that could make dumplings, and a woman with a flat-spread airport exposed under her V-neck.
The woman was not tall, Lin Feng looked down at her and asked, "Who are you looking for, girl?"
The corner of the other's mouth twitched, and the powder on his face fell down, before he said, "I'm Yang Han, man!"
Lin Feng: "???"
"Is this really a man?"
"It's a man with an Adam's apple."
"Wow, it's Yang Han!"
"Yang Han Yang Han I love you!"
Some girls at the scene recognized Yang Han and shouted his name loudly.
Yang Han...
The name sounded familiar to Lin Feng, and he suddenly remembered it.
The one Yang Shasha told him, the little fresh meat who will have a concert at the Olympic Sports tomorrow?
"Cough cough, the guy is really handsome." Lin Feng was not embarrassed, and after complimenting him, he was about to leave.
A middle-aged man walked out beside Yang Han: "Master, you must be tired of singing, right? Shall we go eat and drink?"
"No." Lin Feng shook his head and continued walking.
The middle-aged man caught up and said in a low voice, "Master, we want to buy your songs, so we will sing these songs tonight."
"Not for sale."
"uncle……"
Lin Feng didn't answer at all.
Selling songs?
He has no shortage of money at all.
And what he sang tonight was basically old songs. He liked these classic old songs, and he couldn't bear to let a little fresh meat sing these songs.
"Hello, uncle, I'm the person in charge of Galaxy Entertainment. My name is Lu Yiyi."
At this time, a woman in her thirties came over and said softly.
Lin Feng glanced at it: "Hello."
Lu Yiyi said: "Master, I have listened to all the songs you sang tonight. I admire your talent very much, and I want to buy songs from you. You can set the price."
"Not for sale." Lin Feng said the same thing.
After closing the door, Lu Yiyi was not angry, and followed up: "Master, are you interested in joining our company? Our company is very professional..."
"Not interested in."
Just after finishing speaking, more than a dozen people ran towards this side from all directions.
While running, he shouted: "Master, we are..."
Come on, it's all people from various entertainment companies.
Lin Feng saw the situation and ran away.
The crowd chased after them, they chased after them, they found them, and they lost them.
They stopped on the road panting, with their hands on their knees, looking at the direction where Lin Feng disappeared with disbelief.
"Master, why are you running so fast?"
They were dumped by an uncle and couldn't catch up?
Are you really that trashy?
...
Lin Feng turned left and right all the way, until he ran into a deserted alley, and finally escaped, and finally made a way back to the hotel.
The makeup artist was already waiting here to remove his makeup.
Lin Feng took a shower and leaned on the sofa.
At this time, on the Internet, Lin Feng's singing video, with a hot trend, forcibly entered the hot search.
#Uncle is always your uncle#
#10 original songs, who is the uncle? #
#Shock! The uncle turned out to be Yuan Yu! #
Lin Feng was a little stunned when he saw this hot search.
What am I, Yuan Yu?
Why don't I know it myself?
He immediately clicked on this hot search.
"Yuan Yu is from Jinling, and the ten songs are all original, and they are street performers, and at this time, his singing skills are still so good, the real hammer, the uncle is definitely Yuan Yu!"
"The "Bucket List" has been criticized for making Yuan Yu look like an uncle."
"I already guessed it was Yuan Yu."
"Interesting in hindsight?"
"It's ridiculous that Brother Lin was crushed in this wave."
"Did no one find Brother Lin?"
"Brother Lin has already started singing?"
"Today, there are also street performers in Xujiahui, the magical capital. I even took a picture. You should be able to find it by searching the Internet."
"I was at the scene, and I saw that person. He sang original songs. There were three songs in total, but there were only three songs. It took more than two hours to sing back and forth. It was probably Brother Lin."
"Although I really want to support Brother Lin, in this wave, Brother Lin was suppressed too badly."
"The "bucket list" trick is still hanging. The makeup technology is so good that I didn't recognize it at all."
"Brother Lin's songs are actually very good, but I still prefer Yuan Yu. I have already bought a ticket to Jinling. I must go to the scene tomorrow!"
As the discussion on the Internet became more and more popular, as of ten o'clock in the evening, the "Battery List" program team released a Weibo.
Bucket list: The uncle in Xinjiekou is not Yuan Yu, nor is the man in Xujiahui Lin Feng.
"I rely on? No?"
"Impossible, except Yuan Yu, who can create so many original songs?"
"The program team has refuted the rumors, what else is impossible?"
"I already said no, and everyone is still guessing there."
"Come on, who is this uncle? Is this too strong?"
"Whether it is or not, I'm going to see it tomorrow anyway!"
The program team had to come out to refute the rumor.
Otherwise, if netizens are allowed to guess, even if Lin Feng sings rubbish, some people will support it.
This means that the change of direction reduces the difficulty.
And they didn't lie.
Lin Feng is Lin Feng, how did he become Yuan Yu?
To blame can only blame netizens for guessing the identity of the two people wrong.
They also did not expect that there is such a big gap between a professional quasi-first-line singer and Lin Feng, a newcomer who has never shown any ability in music.
At this time, in a five-star hotel suite in the magic capital.
Yuan Yu's face was as black as a piece of charcoal.
He finally understood what the singers in the group were talking about at night.
It's not his song at all!
They were talking about an uncle!
I was actually compared by an uncle!
He also saw Lin Feng's video, a very condescending uncle.
One song after another, every song is a classic.
However, although he was compared, his heart was still relatively balanced.
At least, this uncle is not Lin Feng.
It is absolutely impossible to be Lin Feng!
No reason, just impossible.
And the singers in the group also realized that they had made a mistake, and no one used Yuan Yu anymore.
However, they continued to discuss.
After the program team refuted the rumors, they became more curious about this uncle.
Where is it sacred?
Ten original songs were released in one night.
Every capital is so dangling!
With this strength, he can make his debut.
Not to mention the second-tier, even the first-tier, as long as he wants, it is completely enough.
Lin Feng browsed Weibo for a while and then rested.
With this enthusiasm, as long as there are no accidents, there will never be any problems tomorrow.
Soon, it was the afternoon of the next day.
Lin Feng ate dinner early and started putting on makeup at 4:30.
At half past five, after putting on makeup, he clipped his cap and went out with the gear from last night on his back.
Go around seven times and eight times, come out from the intersection, and walk towards the square.
From a distance, he could see that square, all people.
He froze for a moment.
He knew that Xinjiekou had a lot of traffic, but if it weren't for the holidays, it would never have reached this level.
As far as Lin Feng saw, the entire square was surrounded at the moment.
There are so many people, so scary.
And he also saw dozens of police officers, maintaining order.
"Why haven't you come yet, uncle?"
"What time did the uncle come yesterday?"
"Uncle can't speak, right? I flew over from another province."
"Don't worry, don't worry, I remember arriving at six o'clock yesterday."
"I came early enough, but I still couldn't be at the front."
"His uncle, what if these people suddenly want to pee?"
"What can I do, I can solve it on the spot."
"Everyone, don't squeeze, step back, all step back!"
"The people over there step back, don't crowd here, someone is still holding the child, pay attention!"
The police are also very tired, but they are still looking forward to it.
Lin Feng's ten songs last night spread all over the Internet, and each song has an average playback volume of more than 30 million.
Some people even want to rank these ten songs, but there are people who like each song, and there is no way to tell who is good and who is bad.
Lin Feng approached slowly, and at this moment, someone found him.
"Master is here!"
Surprise shouts sounded, and everyone looked over.
"uncle!"
"I miss you so much!"
"Hahaha, it's finally time for the uncle."
"Hurry up, let Tiaodao come out and pass to the uncle."
People were very enthusiastic, and they automatically parted ways. Lin Feng thanked him and walked over.
When he walked to the place where he was performing yesterday, he was stunned.
What's going on with this big red-carpeted stage?
What the hell is the truss on the stage?
Why is there still sound?
I'm going, the lights are there!
Lin Feng was a little confused, looked around, and finally walked to the staff who were still setting up the scene: "Hello, is there an event here?"
The staff member scratched his head: "I don't know, I'm just in charge of loading things."
Not far away, a middle-aged man in his forties came over and said respectfully, "Hello, uncle."
"...Hello." The uncle called Lin Feng was particularly uncomfortable.
He's a little scared now.
In case of waiting for his identity to be exposed, will these people who call him uncle kill him?
The middle-aged man said, "Uncle, are you satisfied with this stage?"
"For me?" He responded.
"Yes, it's for you." The middle-aged man said: "To tell the truth, I was very moved after listening to your song yesterday. I think a person like you should not succumb to the street, you should have your own stage."
"thanks, thanks."
Lin Feng didn't know what to say.
He looked at the speakers hanging on it and the speakers on both sides of the stage, walked over and touched it: "This is not cheap, right?"
"This is from another friend." The middle-aged man waved to the distance: "Old Zhao!"
Lao Zhao was also about forty years old. He came over and said, "Hello, uncle."
The middle-aged man said: "Uncle asked you if this stereo is very expensive."
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"It's not expensive, it's just as fast as fifty thousand."
Fifty thousand...
Lin Feng's heart twitched as he looked at these well-equipped things.
What's the matter, how good would you convert it to cash for me?
"Thank you." Lin Feng said thank you.
Lao Zhao took out the water: "Uncle, you drink water."
"Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon."
Pedestrians look forward to this set of professional equipment.
It really gave them the feeling of watching a concert.
Lin Feng sat on the stool and silently scanned the crowd below.
There are tens of thousands of people in this circle of squares.
Each person gives a dollar, that is 10,000 yuan.
As if still not enough.
But people always have to rest, this wave of people has left, and another group of people will come...
Change ten waves, and the challenge is complete.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The performance originally scheduled for six o'clock was delayed until half past six.
After Lao Zhao and the middle-aged man had debugged the equipment, they came over and said, "Uncle, okay, do you want to start now?"
"Um."
Lin Feng walked over, connected the guitar to the stereo, and tried a few notes while standing in front of the microphone.
Feeling the sound coming from the stereo, it is indeed worth the price of 50,000 yuan.
Then he walked to the edge of the stage, opened the guitar case, placed it on the stage, and looked at the crowd.
"Don't worry, uncle, I brought the money today!"
"I brought it too!"
"I took the money specially!"
"How long are you singing tonight, sir?"
"I prepared a thousand yuan, just like I bought an infield ticket!"
"Why doesn't this sound better than that Yang Han's concert?"
"Although I want to prostitute for nothing, I have to support it today!"
The crowd said loudly, very noisy.
The audience at the front came over and put the money in the guitar case one by one.
A dollar of steel, a five-dollar check, ten yuan, twenty yuan, and fifty yuan are not a lot.
There are even hundred-yuan bills, but after all, they are a minority.
Everyone is like donating money, one wave is finished, and another wave is coming.
Lin Feng was dumbfounded.
In two days, this has changed a lot.
For a while, he didn't count it carefully, but he also felt that it was five or six thousand yuan.
"Let me go ahead, how can I give the uncle money if you don't let me go?"
"I'll come out after I give the money, I won't grab a seat!"
"Really, there is no trust between people at all."
"Don't let it, resolutely don't let it! If you want to give money, give it to me, and I will give it to you."
"That's alright."
Therefore, the audience at the back will give the money to the front, and the front will continue to give it to the front.
The money was passed one by one, and finally landed in the guitar case.
Lin Feng looked at it for a while and found that there were more than 8,000 yuan in the guitar case.
It's not good for him to stand like this all the time waiting for someone to give him money, so he returned to the microphone.
Anyway, in the current situation, 100,000 yuan is basically no problem.
That being the case, let's have a real all-nighter!
He looked at Lao Zhao and the middle-aged man beside him, they thought he signaled for him to go down, and hurriedly turned around and left.
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Lin Feng stopped them: "order a song."
"Ah?" The two of them froze for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Uncle, do you mean, we can order songs?"
"Well." Lin Feng said: "I can't let you spend money in vain, but I have nothing to give you. Order a song. This is the only thing I can do now."
Lao Zhao asked, "Is it the one you sang yesterday?"
Lin Feng shook his head: "New song."
"New song!" The two were surprised.
But they haven't heard it yet, what's the point?
Lin Feng said: "Whoever you want to give it to, you say, I'll sing."
The two thought for a while, and almost said in unison, "Mom and Dad."
Immediately, they looked at each other again and smiled: "We are both going to give it to our parents, but it seems a bit of a loss. The two songs have become one."
Lin Feng said: "It's agreed that one song per person will be one song per person."
"Come on, I'm going to start singing."
The two hurriedly walked down. As they provided the stage and sound equipment, they were naturally in the best position to watch and listen at close range.
Lin Feng stood in front of the microphone, looked at the crowd, and said, "Thank you two for providing me with this stage and audio equipment. As a thank you, I will send them a song each."
"I rely on, and this treatment?"
"Ahhh, uncle, I was the first to put money in your guitar case. Would you like to give me one too?"
"I'm so envious, I want it too!"
The eyes of everyone's envy turned red.
At the same time, major live broadcast websites also have live broadcast rooms with exactly the same content.
In every live broadcast room, Lin Feng singing is being broadcast live.
"I can't go to the scene, I can only stay in front of the screen and watch."
"Can you change to a better phone, anchor? This picture is too blurry!"
"Go to the Zhaozhao live room. The picture of Zhaozhao is really clear, like a concert."
"Thanks for the directions!"
Zhaozhao came at noon today, and set up the equipment in advance.
At this time, he looked at the data in the live broadcast room, and the number of people online was as high as 330,000, which was scary.
He prayed in his heart that the uncle must be strong, and the songs he sang must not be worse than yesterday!
"Uncle will sing later. The first song and the second song are given to the two elder brothers who provided the stage and sound respectively. To be honest, I am very envious."
After saying a few words, Lin Feng was already standing in front of the microphone, and quickly said, "Master is going to sing, everyone, listen quietly!"
Lin Feng closed his eyes slowly, he was brewing emotions.
And just as he was about to sing, the sound of the system sounded in his mind.
"[Singer's Blessing] is triggered, congratulations to the host for getting [Voice Immersive]"
[Sound Immersive]: Through the singing, people can quickly immerse themselves, feel the same, and get the maximum listening experience.
The icing on the cake, Lin Feng just glanced at it, and the next second, he opened his eyes.
His voice, and the guitar sound, sounded at the same time at this moment.
The sound through the four speakers resounded clearly in this square, and everyone could hear it.
As soon as Lin Feng's singing sounded, the square became silent in an instant, only Lin Feng's singing.
"When you get old and your hair turns white~"
"Drowsy~"
"When you're old, you can't walk anymore~"
"Snooze by the fire, reminisce about youth~"
"How many people have loved you when you were young and happy~"
"I adore your beauty, false or true~"
"Only one person still loves your pious soul~"
Lin Feng's voice is a little softer, a little more vicissitudes, and a little less wild and sharp.
Different songs, he can always interpret different styles.
As the lyrics were sung, everyone seemed to see pictures in front of them.
An old woman with silver hair, sitting by the fire, looked lonely and lonely.
Unconsciously, many people's eyes once again filled with tears.
When the last sentence fell, the sound of sniffling sounded from time to time.
However, before they were emotionally stable, there was not even a minute when Lin Feng's singing sounded from the speakers again.
"The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots, and the dead tree in the yard blooms again~"
"Half-surviving a lot of words, hidden in a head full of white hair~"
"The little feet in my memory, the fleshy little mouth~"
"Give love to him for the rest of your life, just for that parent~"
"Where has the time gone, I'm getting old before I feel young~"
"Having a child and adopting a daughter is a lifetime full of children crying and laughing~"
"Where has the time gone, you've lost your eyes before you take a good look~"
"Dai, rice, oil and salt, half a lifetime~"
"In a blink of an eye, only the wrinkles on my face are left..."
If you say that the first song is still insipid, it is like a poet who stops when he clicks, and tells the life of a mother lightly, but it only makes people feel lightly emotional.
So this song, no matter the tune or the lyrics, is like a sharp knife, cutting through the softest protective layer in everyone's heart and hitting the heart directly.
Especially when Lin Feng sang "Where has the time gone, you will grow old before you can feel your youth", the tone suddenly rose, making people clearly feel the helplessness and dissatisfaction with the fleeting time. Abandon.
The ups and downs, all the flavors of life, are all in it.
Many people who still resisted and didn't cry in the first song, in this song, cried directly into tears.
After the last sentence was sung, Lin Feng swept below and wiped the corners of his eyes.
When he heard this song for the first time, his eyes were red.
There are no gorgeous words, but the simpler the lyrics, the more they describe an ordinary family, an ordinary pair of parents, and the hope for the child to grow up safely.
Lin Feng calmed down, squeezed out a smile and said, ""When You Are Old" and "Where Has Time Gone" are for the two of you, and for your parents."
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["When You're Old" is not written for girlfriends or wives, but for mothers. Just mention it, for fear of scolding me (covering my face) if I don't understand, ask for a ticket along the way. 】Ten thousand.