Mastering entertainment: starting with identification

Chapter 176 A Not So Good Story

overripe red hollow pupils
finally hollowed out finally endless
What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored are fearless

When the song came here, Zhang Qinghuan was also listening to it. This was the most popular line of this song in the previous life.Perhaps this is the most true portrayal.

You never know what the person you prefer looks like when he prefers others. At least he may not care about your preference. This sentence is deeply imprinted in the hearts of all those who are listening to this song. They We all know that what you can’t get is always what you want most.

Sweat slowly dripped from the heads of countless netizens. It was so explosive. This song was more exciting than watching a horror movie, not to mention that there might be a vague look next to them.

That look shone on him like an x-ray.

Ge Ao is a person who likes to listen to music. He has a girlfriend who has been together for a long time. At least he likes it very much. The relationship between the two is also very sweet. Even outsiders can feel that they are very happy.

Even if such a couple is called an imitation couple, it is not a big problem, but now, he is constantly pulling out paper towels from the paper drawer next to him, wiping his sweat.

His girlfriend was sitting next to him, Yoyo's eyes made Ge Ao a little flustered, he didn't think he had the idea in the song, it was because the other party's imagination was too rich, listening too much was too bad for him .

Just when he was about to hold his earphone tremblingly and plug it into the computer, "Just play it out, I want to listen too, sit next to me."

"Yes." Ge Ao flickered and sat next to his girlfriend, enjoying a somewhat strange and warm moment. As for his girlfriend's face, there was a faint smile on his face.

Ge Ao felt uncomfortable. He was one of the victims of the "White Rose" incident at the beginning, and now that question is still lingering in his mind. If he really wanted to ask, it would be difficult for him to say anything.

At least in his heart, there may be someone who makes him like this, but at least today, he will not be like the song said.

The redness of the rose, the easily wounded dream
Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers
fail again

Red is the cinnabar mole branded on the heart

Red is as mediocre as mosquito blood

Time beautifies the only throbbing
also smooth out the excitement

when hugging you from behind

What I look forward to is her face

it's ironic
I don't know much but I want you to understand

Is happiness too light

Not itchy or painful when overused
overripe red hollow pupils
finally hollowed out finally endless
What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored are fearless

The redness of the rose, the easily wounded dream
Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers
fail again

Do you say that love is too heavy

Not itchy or painful when overused
Burning red and snakes entangled in the heart
Finally Freezing Finally Endless
What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored are fearless

The redness of the rose, the easily wounded dream
Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers
What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored are fearless

A dream of blooming red wounds of roses
Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers
Fail again

The song is finally over, and countless netizens can't wait to turn off the song that was being played, and many people can see themselves clearly. This song is indeed a mirror, which can clearly see people in love The current state can be regarded as a gift from Zhang Qinghuan to everyone, stop the loss in time, don't waste time on people who show that they don't love you, the only one who is moved by that is yourself.

Everyone in the comment section exploded.

"I thought red was redemption, happiness, and the future. But I didn't expect that it was the blood that flowed out after one knife after another!"

"It's not because the white rose has changed color, but because the red is too bright and obvious."

"I survived guys, I feel like a century has passed for a few minutes, no longer than that."

"Brother, you are so lucky, I stopped the loss in time, bless me!"

"Zhang Caizi is really different, such a profound song, he can write such a song at such an age, now the story has become more complicated and confusing, no one knows where the story will develop. "

Everyone thought that the white moonlight that everyone could not get, at least the red rose that was beside her now, but they never thought that all roses have thorns, which means that they are all tragedies.

The red rose did not know how many people were awakened by the thorn overnight, and how many people were left with tears by the story.

The two stories are combined to form a completely tragic story.

Leng Ying is sitting on the balcony of her home, the red wine glass in her hand is constantly shaking, the dark red wine is constantly shaking with the glass, and on the table on the right, there is a tape recorder playing "Red Rose". This has changed so much that she doesn't know what she heard here.

Singing and listening to songs are completely two situations, and they cannot be generalized. Listening to songs can always bring more stories and emotional touches.And singing is more about substituting, sinking into it, and becoming a storyteller.

Now it’s not like sitting in the recording room, calm down and understand the story of Li Amin’s lyrics better.

As for the opposite of Leng Ying, there is a woman with her eyes closed sitting, that woman seems to be Leng Ling that Zhang Qinghuan met in Su Jin's office not long ago.

The relationship between the two became more and more obvious.

"Sister, this song is really good. It's not a loss if you join Shahai and have this song, but I'm a little worried about you."

"I never do things that lose money, no matter in any way, and you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine."

"I don't think so, don't you think there are too many stories in this song?"

"The songs are all made up by people, and they are all fake. Those who like to tell true stories are squatting in jail."

Leng Ling stretched out the cup and touched Leng Ying, and said leisurely again, "I am a person who has experienced it. Don't regret it until you suffer a loss. Does his song remind you? I think he has a story. With this twin song alone, this year's best songwriter has no choice."

"Don't worry about it, I understand." After finishing speaking, Leng Ying drank the red wine in the glass, stood up, turned off the tape recorder that was constantly ringing on the table, and then left the balcony.

As a sister, Leng Ling knew that the other party's heart still had some fluctuations. Such a sincere relationship had never experienced such a thing, so it might be difficult to express it so perfectly.

At the same time, this also made him look forward to cooperating with the other party in the future. Although Zhang Qinghuan no longer wants to participate in this show, Leng Ying has already achieved the standard of the task by herself.

(End of this chapter)