I just want to copy books quietly

Uh, when he said "Great", he was somewhat perfunctory.

Then when he really feels great, he will say "Splendid", or "Excellent", well, "Gorgeous" is also a word he likes to use very much.

He would say "Fantastic", or "Marvelous", "Amazing" only when he thinks it's extraordinarily good.

As for "Fabulous"...his take on the word was, "Is this fucking true? How can it be!"

When his daughter was born, his girlfriend asked him: "Do you think our baby is cute?"

His answer was, "Fabulous".

Besides, he hasn't used the word in more than ten years.

The admiration that blurted out at this time, I don't know if he is admiring his Pontiac, or is he admiring the song played on the radio?

Gignac shook his head, listened to the song, and was driving on Route 66 when suddenly the siren sounded "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" behind him.

Gignac looked in the rearview mirror, and there were no other cars on this road except him and the police car.

The sirens were obviously directed at him.

"Damn it!" He glanced at the dashboard.

"No speeding!"

However, he had no intention of confronting the police. He obediently slowed down, pulled over, and put his hands on the steering wheel to avoid misunderstanding.

The police car stopped behind his car, and two policemen got out of the car, one on the left and one on the right, and surrounded him.

Gignac was just a little puzzled, but not nervous.

Although there have been several big news recently, about the police shooting and killing the black driver "nervously and because of a mistake" because of a misunderstanding after stopping the black driver.

After all, he is white.

White people don't get shot by the police casually.

"Sir, please show your ID and driver's license. No, no, you don't need to turn off the engine." A policeman came outside his driver's seat, and another chewed gum to support him a little further away.

Gignac was a little surprised.

Because according to the procedure, when the police come to check the driver's ID, they will immediately ask the driver to turn off the engine and put his hand where he can see it.

Because the Stars and Stripes is a country full of guns, if you don't follow this process, it is estimated that hundreds of millions of policemen will be killed by peddlers and gangsters every year, right?

But Gignac didn't say anything, but slowly took out his own ID and handed it over slowly.

"Hey, officer, I don't seem to be breaking the rules, do I?"

"Maybe." The police officer lowered his head.

He noticed that the policeman seemed to be absent-mindedly flipping through his ID, not looking at it seriously.

And looking over and over again, there was no intention of returning the certificate to him.

The music is still there, and the chorus is sung again in this excellent epic music.

"Burn the page for me, I cannot erase the time of sleep, I cannot be loved so set me free."

The policeman then returned the ID to him and asked casually, "Hey, man, what's the name of this song?"

Gignac immediately understood why he was stopped.

Not because of violations at all!

"I don't know what this song is called. It's the opening performance of the Grammys. It's a new song. It should be sung by Duan, the songwriter, I guess it should be Hemingway."

"The part about singing Hero?"

"Bingo. Officer, may I go?"

"Can you wait a little longer and let me finish listening to this song," the policeman said sheepishly, "our car radio can't listen to this."

Gignac smiled: "No problem."

……

Ortega curled up on the worn sofa, staring intently at the 29-inch TV screen.

Duan's voice was like the sound of nature: "I know your name, I know your face, Your touch and grace."

In the room, the father and the woman were arguing loudly again.

Is this the first time today?

It is estimated that my father will soon be divorced for the third time.

Ortega frowned, picked up the remote control, and turned it up louder.

Only music can give him a moment of freedom.

"Damn! Damn stupid woman! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" The dark and fat father pushed open the bedroom door angrily.

"Clap! Bang!" He slammed the door shut, shutting the woman's cursing voice behind the door, his chest heaving violently.

Ortega moved away calmly.

At this moment, my father's anger still persists, so you must remember not to attract his attention, or you will go to school with a swollen butt tomorrow...

My father stood there with his hips akimbo, breathing heavily with his mouth open, his eyes wide open, looking around, as if he was looking for something to vent his anger on.

Please, don't see me, don't see me...

Ortega curled up trying to reduce his size and presence.

"you……"

It still came, Ortega lamented.

But to his surprise, his father said, "What are you listening to?"

"Grammy, opening act." Ortega replied without thinking.

"Who is singing? She looks like an oriental beauty."

"She is Duan from Dahua, and she has become very popular in the past six months."

His father sat down beside him, his huge body sank deep into the sofa, and he rested his chin on his hands, staring intently at the screen.

"Good to hear."

"Yeah, it's stunning. I absolutely love this song."

"I like it too."

"Son, it seems like we haven't had a good chat for a long time."

"There's nothing to talk about, I still have to do my homework."

"The homework can be done later. Why don't you just talk to me about this paragraph, and the Hemingway you mentioned, isn't he very good?"

Ortega regained his energy immediately, "Speaking of Hemingway, it's not a question of whether he's great or not, he's really the kind of musician who can always surprise you..."

……

"Can you hurry up? You can see there's a long queue at the back." Jeremy complained.

His chick was waiting for him in the car and they were about to have a hot and lively night.

Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary consequences this night, some necessary protective measures are necessary.

So he's here with a condom waiting to check out while that damn nerdy cashier with glasses is still looking at the fucking TV screen!What catches your eyes!

"Okay, okay!" The nerdy cashier replied, but he kept looking at the screen, concentrating on it, and the movements of his hands were surprisingly slow.

"You!" Jeremy was about to get angry when the people behind him patted him lightly.

"Man, keep your voice down, don't interfere with my listening to the song!"

I can't wait to bombard with Italian cannons and listen to Nima's songs!

But interrupted by this, Jeremy also noticed the music playing on the TV.

"So turn that page for me, I cannot embrace the touch that you give, I cannot find solace in your words."

That chorus made him tremble all over.

This is so beautiful!

And let no one live!

Jeremy stopped urging, and listened quietly with the people in the long line behind.

Chapter 627 Amazing Epic Music

Staples Center.

2 spectators were immersed in the music.

They each pose differently.

Some clenched their teeth, while others clenched their fists.

Some eyes widened with anger, while others looked sad.

Some stepped forward with one foot and fell behind with the other, as if they were going to charge.

Different from rock music, it makes people crazy, and people can't help but swing and dance with it.

Epic music brings more shock at the spiritual level.

Let your mind come up with scenes that have touched you.

Let your heart be filled with emotion.

Take you through the trough, through the sorrow.

Constantly accumulating momentum and accumulating strength.

Then explode!

In the explosion, usher in the dawn, usher in the dawn, use the most powerful voice to challenge fate and all the injustices in the world!

The violin sound became more and more urgent.

Gorgeous playing, constantly climbing.

And all the musical instruments are brought in, piano, flute, bagpipe, trumpet, cello, triangle iron... The spear in the warrior's hand is gathered to shoot at the god named "Fate".

The sound of the music gripped the hearts of the audience now.

Can you beat it?

Can it match?

Can human efforts really work?

The accumulation of feelings is about to explode.

At this time, the beautiful chorus is like a religious choir, using their voices to soothe people's anxiety.

"So turn that page for me"

“I cannot embrace the touch that you give”

"I cannot find solace in your words"

"I cannot deliver you your love"

“or caress your soul”

The voice of the chorus stopped abruptly, but the music did not stop.

The shocking music is still playing, even more passionate.

And in a corner of the stage, the figure playing the piano was always illuminated by a beam of spotlights.

The organizer of the party is using this method to remind the audience who is the soul and who is the protagonist.

When the last note fell, Du Caige got up and walked to the stage.

Duan Xiaochen came to him, the two held hands and bowed to the audience.

"WOW, great music! Thank you Hemingway, thank you Duan-Xiao-Chen!" A black guy in a fancy gold suit and a top hat walked onto the stage with a microphone. He is tonight's host James.T . Thompson.

This buddy is the champion of a talent show, a rapper, has released several singles, an album, and the reviews are not bad.