At this time, the screen of Xijia Newspaper ended.

Su Yunshu took a deep breath, but did not give up any extra thoughts to pay attention to Tan Yingzhe.

He has to do his best for the game.

Soon, Su Yunshu climbed the stage in the dark.

Today, he lifted all his hair, revealing his delicate and flawless appearance, with only light makeup on his face, making his facial features look more three-dimensional and stylish.

The prelude sounded, and a piano sound with loneliness began to play.

Suddenly, only a beam of light lit up on the stage, which just hit Su Yunshu.

I saw him wearing a white slim suit and a dark red rose in his pocket. He held the microphone in his hand, and as the melody progressed, he lowered his eyes and opened his thin lips lightly.

"In the dream, I dreamed of the dream that I could not wake up, the red in the red line, all the stimulation left me with fatigue, and I was no longer moved.

When I hugged you from behind, I was looking forward to her face. To be honest, I don’t understand it very much, I just long for you to understand~”

Ms. Zhang Ailing once wrote this passage in "Red Rose and White Rose": "Maybe every man has two such women, at least two. After marrying Red Rose, over time, the red one turns into a wisp of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one is still the bright moonlight in front of the bed; when marrying White Rose, the white one is a rice grain stained on the clothes, and the red one is the cinnabar mole on the heart."

Maybe it is not cherished if it is too easy to get. Ms. Zhang reveals that ambiguous love from a female perspective, while Eason Chan's song starts from a male perspective, "eating in a bowl and looking in a pot" to describe a man's fickleness and promiscuity. After being hurt, she uses "who is not fickle" to comfort herself.

Love is sometimes so ridiculous. Lying in his arms, listening to men's perfunctory love words, but missing another woman. Even if he feels guilty and even if you say you don't care, who knows?

The tears shed in secret are unknown to others, only you understand. When love is divided into two halves, half prefers red roses, and half loves white roses.

The singing sounds like asking many men and women.

Su Yunshu was immersed in his own interpretation alone, devoted himself to singing the heaviness of ridiculous love.

"Is it too light to be happy, excessive use does not make you feel itchy or painful, the red and hollow pupils are finally hollowed out, and there is finally no end.

What you can't get is always in agitation, and what you are favored is fearless.

The redness of the rose, a dream that is easily injured, is held in the hands but is lost in the gaps between the fingers, and is lost again-"

Until the end of the singing, dark red rose petals fell on Su Yunshu's head and on the height of the ceiling along the only light.

He grabbed the rose on his chest with his left hand and took it out, tightened his fingers, and the whole flower was instantly pinched into petals.

The petals and accompaniment fell at the same time, and the only beam of light immediately went out, as if it was just a dream just now.

At this point, Su Yunshu's singing ended. In the darkness, he stood on the stage and slowly realized from his own world.

The next second, all the lights in the entire live broadcast room light up again.

Thunderous applause rang out at the scene.

This was the first climax of tonight's competition. Whether it was the professional judge or the main judge, they all talked slightly and nodded slightly, as if singing a certainty to Su Yunshu's performance.
Chapter completed!