An iris, a lifetime of love [wangwang]

Once again, that beautiful kite-like jade face is so obviously absent-minded and lonely. If I look back after many years, Yukimura will also hate himself for hesitating at that time.

Why is my heart already in such pain, but I still don't have the courage to take that step forward?Many years later, Yukimura is already a mature man in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back. The memories about her are always smiling, warm and beautiful.He still remembers that after all the bitterness of youth was over, the still bright smiling face said to him: "You are still young, you still don't know how to cherish if you haven't really lost it, right?"

The adult Yukimura smiled without saying a word, and the expression on his face was still as warm as a spring breeze.

The author has something to say:

☆, I love you

The airport is always a place of sorrow and joy, with different expressions on the faces of the people queuing up in front of the security checkpoint.

The difference is that some people carry a heavy past, while others are confused and have an uncertain future.In the same way, the moment you pass the security check, you are on another journey.It seems that every journey will bring changes in the trajectory of life, and the end point can never be predicted.

Yokohama International Airport.

The day of goodbye is the time of parting.

Yukimura had mixed feelings in his heart.Those short lines of dialogue:

"Yin Song, on the road... Be careful." Maybe it's because they have been closed in their own worlds for so long that they haven't communicated with each other, and they are actually a little afraid of Yin Song's eyes, Yin Song, I'm sorry, I can't even face myself in your eyes.

"Yes." Ke Yinsong answered briefly, with a slight smile on Ke Yinsong's face, yes, it was a smile, a strange and alienated smile, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth was like a sharp knife ruthlessly piercing Yukimura's heart.

"Song Song," Yukimura still called her, who was carrying her luggage and turned to leave, said something, must say something, must say something that can only be faced face to face, tell her, I, Yukimura Seiki, loves her no matter what Love her no matter what, apologize to her, tell her the words that have been buried in my heart for a long time, "Yin Song... We haven't had a good chat for a long time, I actually..."

If this scene is shot in slow motion, then the close-up will definitely capture the light bursting out of Yukimura Tobi's purple eyes at that moment.It also captures the hidden pain of the lights going out when words are interrupted.

The figure of Yin Song paused, and slightly turned half of his face: "Mr. Yukimura, there is no need to say some things now, everything has been turned over this page, and we should face the runner-up of Lihai and the country. The life of graduating from high school." White T-shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, trolley case.After entering the security check, Yin Song's back was already out of sight.Only Yukimura stood there in a daze.

Turn the page.

face.

face.

Yukimura has never been more convinced of his understanding of Yinsong than at that moment. The fire in his chest was burning rapidly. He was sure that Yinsong didn't want to hear him finish because he was still sad. He was convinced that Yinsong didn't say the last sentence. The words are to face the love that should be in his heart, and he is even convinced that Yin Song who walked into the security check alone after saying these words burst into tears.

No.It can't just be like this, and Yin Song can't be brought with such heavy tears. At this moment, Yukimura has broken through all the magic barriers, and he is determined to recover the love he is about to miss.

He took out his phone, pressed the familiar number, and dialed the button.

One sound.Twice.Yukimura, who was calm on the court, panted heavily, answer, sound, answer the phone, I will tell you what I should have said to you without hesitation.

"Hello...what's the matter..." Before the third ring, the phone was connected, Yin Song's tone was calm and gentle.

On the contrary, Yukimura was anxious and determined: "Yin Song, I love you! Can you not go to America!"

…………

It seems that everything has become noise and a voice-over, and all pedestrians have become the background.

Yin Song pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds.

"wait me back."

hang up.

Time flies, the new flower buds bloom so brightly, and wither so cruelly, life will not be compared to a quietly embracing river, and it will never be possible to predict whether there will be a sudden storm in Xia Yike or not. The debris that had just been sorted out was overturned again.

Yinsong understands the meaning of "waiting".Waiting is the best explanation of love, waiting is to make up for the uncertain future.

May you wait for the Liu Yinsong you love.

The plane flew across the sky, and the midsummer time seemed to end here.Yukimura turned his head, and the mist in his heart gradually faded, leaving only a picture, a long beige hair flying up as he turned around, filling his vision like a faint paradise.

The author has something to say: Dear friends, we have entered the third volume so far. If we divide by color, wine red~

☆, except nostalgia, nothing has changed

Amamiya Xu leaned gracefully on the stone pillar of the Lihai University campus, and the cherry blossoms that had been flying as early as March and April were now resting on the branches with green makeup.He was fiddling with the phone in his hand, but kept executing the lock screen unlock and lock screen unlock.As the best friend in middle school, Yugong still can't accept Yinsong's leaving without saying goodbye, but he also persuades himself to forgive her and bless her.Because I heard that Yukimura was the only one who went to the airport to see her off.

Although Amamiya didn't know about the great changes before and after Yinsong's birthday party, she was also a sensitive girl, and she could slightly understand the helplessness and helplessness conveyed by Yinsong's eyes.Different from Marui and others' puzzlement, Amamiya still believes in every decision Yinsong makes from the bottom of his heart, even if it is going to the ocean.

The sun was still shining brightly, and Amamiya's gaze stayed on the young man who was gradually approaching from a distance.

"Sanada," Amamiya stood up and waved his hand, "All the school matters have been explained."

Sanada, one of the legends of Lihai Tennis Club, dressed in simple white clothes and black trousers, walked up to Amemiya naturally, and the two walked side by side together: "Please tell me, there is no problem with Akaya taking over the Tennis Club." .”

Sanada looked into the distance for a long time, and Amamiya understood that he also had nostalgia, regret, and powerlessness in his youth.Fortunately, I was still by his side.Amamiya looked at the shadows of the two standing side by side on the ground, a faint warmth flowed through her heart, and quietly, she moved closer to Sanada.

The afternoon sun is lazy and sentimental.

The beautiful boy sat in front of the window, holding a paintbrush with his slender fingers to gently slide down the iris-purple hair on his cheeks, then dipped it in the beige color adjusted on the palette, and painted the most beautiful picture in his heart on the drawing paper in front of him.Beside the beautiful boy with a faint smile on his face are many previously completed works, all of which are based on beige, and the background is either light pink early cherry blossoms, golden red sunset, or blue sea , or the sea horizon where the blue meets the golden red.The protagonist in the painting is only that one person.

For the rest of the summer vacation, everything seems to be back to normal.When a person leaves, many people will be reluctant, but just like the earth will not stop turning, those who stay will continue to live with nostalgia.

Mother Liu prepared lunch for the family, waiting for her son to come home. When she was free, she still missed the girl she regarded as her daughter. It has been more than a week since she left. How are you, Yin Song, who is far away on the other side of the ocean.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Mother Liu looked at the clock. Who would be calling at this time? Could it be that Lian Er didn't come back for dinner?Mother Liu picked up the phone in doubt, and a gentle and loving "Hello" was transmitted to the tired girl on the other side of the ocean through the phone, and a warm current flowed through Yin Song's body.

"Mom," Yin Song called softly, since that time when she cried bitterly in Liu's mother's arms, the image of her mother has been deeply ingrained in Yin Song's heart, "How are you lately?"

"...Yin Song? Is it Yin Song!" Liu's mother was very surprised when she heard this familiar voice, "Yin Song...Mom is doing well recently, and Lian Er is also doing well, but we miss you very much... "

Yinsong on the other end of the phone showed a rare smile, the years of wastage could not completely freeze his heart: "Mom, I miss you too, and I miss Lian Er... It's good that you are all right, and I am too, but I have been very busy all the time. So, forgive me for calling you."

"Son, mom knows you are busy, so I feel relieved when I receive your call. If you have any grievances in the United States, remember to tell mom. If you are too tired, come back and stay with mom..." said Mother Liu is choked up here, Yinsong is such a hard-working child, yet he is still so strong, she really wants to keep Yinsong by her side and make a caring little padded jacket.

Yin Song, who passed the phone and crossed the 13-hour time difference, also put down all his strong masks at this time, smiling and crying.

Yin Song, go home when you're too tired, and Dad goes to the construction site to move bricks to support you—the love you haven't experienced for a long time, once again brings back the memories of the previous life.This is the first time that she has changed the trajectory of her life, and she no longer wants to think about it, and she can only do it like this.

After coming to the United States, I have visited the training process of famous singers every day, camp training, vocal practice, guitar practice, and music theory practice. There are also boys and girls from other countries in the same group. Some have just entered junior high school, some are around high school, and some are in their 20s Years old, most of them train with the dream of becoming a star, and it can be seen that very few people choose here purely to escape from their current life.Like Liu Yinsong.No matter what, since she has chosen, she will take it seriously.

As for Yukimura - Yinsong who changed her number in the United States didn't tell the people she should have told, not because she was afraid of being disturbed, but just used such a childish way to guard that little sense of security: When I want to find you I will find you when you are in love, and when you don't want to be found, I will quietly huddle in the corner alone.

Suddenly the phone vibrated, notifying a message.

Most of the people who know the number of this mobile phone are classmates or teachers from the training camp in the United States. It is after 11 o'clock at night, and they should all be asleep. Who else will be there.

[Are you still used to everything in the United States? 】The number shows the name of Tezuka Kunimitsu.

It's news from as far away as Germany.Yes, Tezuka Kunimitsu is one of the few people who knows Yinsong's new number. Although Yinsong herself has never blamed her, she also understands that Tezuka Kunimitsu must be full of guilt. A strong sense of responsibility.There is not much communication, but they often greet each other. Sometimes Yin Song secretly guesses, if he expresses emotion and reason that no one wants him, then he will be accepted by Master Bingdian.Just a joke, a joke.

As if not daring to love anymore, Yinsong would occasionally think, if that kind of thing hadn't happened and she wasn't so sensitive, would she and Yukimura have a fairytale-like future.Why do you become unwilling to believe, wait, give, and accept love from others.

The sign of injury is the preservation of love.

Talking with people who were once close can't help emotional fluctuations, but the distance with friends like Tezuka is very reassuring.

【Everything is fine, Tezuka-kun. 】

send.

Yinsong knew that Tezuka had calculated the 21-hour time difference between the United States and Germany, and calculated that this time was the time when Yinsong finished all training and was about to rest, even if it was early morning in Germany.Tezuka is exactly the same as Tezuka that I learned from anime or fans, he is a person with a sense of responsibility above everything else.

Stretched on the bed, locked the screen, wondering if Yukimura's child is doing well, after returning from the United States, the summer vacation should be over.A few times, I would enter Yukimura's number in the sending column, but after a long time, I didn't know what to edit.

Life is like this, in the endless hesitation, miss what should be missed, and what should not be missed, and then with the years, the most beautiful years and the brightest sunshine are boiled together to piece together strands of spun yarn on the coastline, scattered all over the world.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry dears, due to the recent troubles of stealing articles, Jinjiang's complaint system has been unable to clear it, and the update of the article has slowed down, forgive me~~

Dear friends, before Jinjiang solved the pirated text, Xiao Hui really had no choice but to take the stolen text. "An Iris I Love You" with someone else's name is still hanging on the webpage. I hope you support the genuine version!

☆, Across the ocean postcard

Just like the dazzling midsummer evening sunshine, the days with nostalgia always flash by in the bits and pieces.Yukimura likes to sit in front of the bedroom window and draw that girl, or as she said, think hard and face the future life.

Yukimura's parents also noticed that his son began to pay attention to some American news after the national competition, as well as girls who often appeared in his son's paintings.

"Hey, hubby," Yukimura's mother, who is mature and beautiful with iris purple long wavy hair, leans quietly in the arms of a middle-aged man whose eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Yukimura's, "You have also discovered that our son has grown up !"

"Yeah, it's so similar to me back then..." Yukimura's father hugged him tightly, "You still remember the art I took as an elective in college, because I fell in love with you at first sight on the first day of school, You are so beautiful, I want to draw your face by myself."

After all, the husband and wife smiled brightly.

Yukimura's mother switched TV channels casually, and accidentally found that the international channel was broadcasting news about the United States. In fact, she was not sure what type of news Seiichi cared about in the United States, but she realized the seriousness, and almost called him when she saw American news. Come and watch.

"Seiichi!" Yukimura's mother shouted, "Come downstairs, the Young American Singers Contest is on!"

The husband and wife could hear that Jingshi ran downstairs a little hurriedly, and soon the handsome and picturesque young man appeared in front of his eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mom and Dad." Yukimura did not forget to say hello politely, and then his eyes stayed on the TV screen.

[Young talents from all over the country gather at the Castiel Music Training Camp for a month-long training. 】

Yukimura held his breath, this is the training camp of Yinsong!

On the screen is Castiel's field and the figures of many teenagers.Yukimura watched intently, although the chances of knowing it were unlikely, he still longed to see Yin Song's shot.

really!The photographers all took beautiful shots, starting with the close-ups of the students, first there were a few blond-haired and blue-eyed girls singing while standing and holding a stand microphone, domineeringly embodying the punk and fanaticism of Europe and America, and then the picture turned and it was a picture A handsome Asian face.

Ode to music!

Yukimura's body tightened, and he pinched the sofa cushion with his fingers unconsciously, almost calling out the name.

Yin Song was the same as before, sitting quietly on the chair, holding the sunset-colored cutaway guitar that was a birthday gift, and singing with the fingers.

The screen cut away and began broadcasting the financial turmoil on Wall Street.

She's not bad looking.Yukimura smiled contentedly, that was enough, all that was left to do was to wait for her to come back.

Yukimura's parents had a panoramic view of their son's expression, and then they looked at each other and smiled.

So everything has a reason to thrive again, happy to paint, happy to play with my sister, happy to sort out the memories related to her.

Although, the news about her was not brought by her personally, it was enough.

"Seiichi! Are you in the living room on the first floor? Go and clean up the mailbox." Yukimura's mother was already lying down on the bed in the bedroom. It is only good to maintain good habits in a principled way. She is proud of this, and her son has learned it.

Yukimura responded and went out to check the mailbox. Today's mailbox is not full, only the newspaper delivered in the evening and a...

Is this... a postcard?

Yukimura looked at the beautiful and familiar font on the envelope, lightly pressed the envelope to his nose, and smelled the faint fragrance of the ocean.Looking up at the soft and quiet moonlight, like that beautiful girl.

Walking peacefully, smiling calmly, holding the envelope of the ocean fragrance in his hand.

Passing by my parents' room, my mother asked, "Jingshi, do you have any important letters?"

"Well, there is a letter from my classmate." Yukimura replied with a smile.

Yukimura lay relaxed on the bed, holding the envelope up to the light, he didn't know whether he was in a hurry to open it or he was reluctant to open it, in short, he looked at it for a long time.Then, as if feeling inappropriate, he turned over and got out of bed, sat on the chair where he usually drew, and carefully opened the envelope——

It's not a long letter like Yukimura's fantasy, but a photo and a postcard.

Yukimura laughed out loud, because this was indeed what he wanted to see the most.

Yin Song's hairstyle has changed. It seems that the long beige hair was too soft before, but now it is a little fluffy, mixed with big curly hair, and it is lifted into a high ponytail. It looks youthful and capable, and it is still white. T-shirt and jeans, holding the guitar with his left hand, showing scissors hands with his right hand, with a big smile on his face.

Beautiful, really beautiful.

Intoxicated for a long time, Yukimura gently switched the photo to the back, carefully browsing the postcard.

The scenery on the postcard is the Empire State Building in New York, the Empire State Building where it is said that if two people meet by chance there, they can have a beautiful love.

Flipping to the back, it was still the familiar font of Junxiu.

Never forget your smile because life is simple.

And...

Predestination comes at its own time, neither later nor later.

(Never forget your smile because life is simple, and...fate is, never too early or too late, just arrived.)

Just like the fireworks at the summer festival that night, with the fireworks blooming in the sky in the background, the couple hugging on the ground experienced pure happiness. These few short sentences also represent happiness and the future.Satisfied, Yukimura got up and put the photos and cards in the thick dictionary. As if on purpose, the photo slipped to the ground. When Yukimura picked it up, he noticed the Chinese characters on the back of the photo.

[If you are successful, why don't you die, wishing to be a mandarin duck and not envious of immortals. 】

The author has something to say:

☆, Transformation

Not everyone has the opportunity to stand on the stage with shining lights, but they still yearn for it in their hearts, yearning for the exquisite and beautiful makeup under the spotlight.

It can be said that the short-term goal of the young singers participating in the Cestiel training camp is to be able to stand on the stage that once shaped famous superstars such as Madonna Britney and show off their training results at the end of the training camp, and then be selected by a certain company , accepted as a singer under the banner, and undergo all-round packaging training, maybe he can become the next Uranus superstar.

"...Thanks to Jorden for singing "Angels we have heard on high", which brought us into holy prayer," the handsome host spoke fluent English in order to make the game as exciting as possible. But for Yinsong, it’s as easy as Japanese, “Let’s welcome NO.12 contestant, Liu Yinsong, selected by Tokyo University of Music, with warm applause! Bring “Battlefield”!”

The camera was set up, the lighting engineer and the sound engineer were in place, and there was another round of applause from the auditorium, looking forward to this Japanese girl who was well received in the training camp.

The music sounded, accompanied by the prelude, Liu Yinsong unexpectedly ran and jumped to the stand microphone just lifted up by the staff in the center of the stage, with an electric guitar in his arms, strumming the strings with beautiful fingers, a European and American retro punk dressed in cowboy The wind is matched with Martin boots to highlight the handsomeness, and the head shakes vigorously with the rhythm.

"Wow..." Surprised voices came from the audience, as well as from the judges.

Three of the four judges have done follow-up guidance during the training process of the contestants, and have a basic understanding of each contestant. Of course, Liu Yinsong's previous praise also came from them. The style changed instantly without knowing it, and... it still looks so harmonious.

What's more conspicuous is that the Japanese girl's most iconic long beige hair was now dyed a charming and wild wine red!

"Don't try to explain your mind I know what's happening here.

One minute it's love and suddenly it's like abattle-field.

One word turns intow hyisit the smallest things thatattearusdown.

Myworld'snothingwhenyoudon'tI'mnotherewithoutashield.

Can't go back now..."

Sure enough, the surprises brought by this girl have always been a series. When seeing Liu Yinsong's new look, the judges all guessed in their hearts what kind of performance would be used to match this appearance. In other words, Liu Yinsong's singing voice is The question of not being able to support the new look is something that the judges who are optimistic about her are more worried about.And this girl proved with facts that she was worrying too much.

The typical voice of European and American female singers is confident, magnetic and powerful, which is the well-known European and American style of punk rock, while the timbre of Asian female singers is generally not easy to control.Before, Liu Yinsong's voice gave people the feeling of being relaxed, clear and youthful, but with just a few words, she let go of her throat and broke free from the shackles to sing, and the power of her voice did not decrease at all.

"Why we gotta fall for it now.

Inevermeanttostartawar.

You knowIneverwannahurtyou.

Don't even know what we're fighting for.

Why does love always feel like Abattlefield! Abattlefield! Abattlefield!

Why does love always feel like.”

Liu Yinsong's eyes seemed to be on fire. She suddenly discovered that this style of music can be released very well. She will forget that this is a stage. The power of the song will drive the heart, the wildness of the heart will drive the voice, and the voice will burst out powerfully It seems that the old miscellaneous past that has been accumulated in my heart for a long time is rushing out like a flood.

When I came back to my senses, the singing was over, with thunderous applause, I bowed to express my gratitude, and left the stage amidst the host's non-stop "Amazing!", waiting for the final awards.

Returning to the individual rest room of the players backstage, Yin Song greeted a few of his better friends, self-modestly described his performance just now, felt a little thirsty, and went to the vending machine in the corridor outside to buy juice.

I stood in front of the vending machine and hesitated for a while, and finally decided to drink iced Pepsi. When I wanted to insert coins, I was preempted by a beautiful hand, and the coin fell into the machine.Thinking that he was grabbing the position, Yin Song turned his head unhappily, and the face that appeared in the field of vision...

Heck, beauty is beauty.

Handsome is handsome.

Although I always feel too stinky and want to shoot with slippers.

But I am still very happy to see it here. Haha, Yin Song quickly pressed the Pepsi button on the machine, picked up the Coke, opened the can, and after taking a sip, he smiled and greeted the handsome man in front of him:

"Haha~ Nice to meet you here!"

"Haha, I'm so glad to meet you!" Yinsong felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and the first time they met was because of Yinsong's "self-acquaintance" and became friends.

"Ehh~?" Uncle Atobe uttered the graceful and dignified questioning particle he often used, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with Yinsong's behavior of drinking Coke before greeting, "You are really not a gorgeous woman! "

Yinsong didn't care about the so-called smile, and ignored the complaints of the uncle of the Jibu. It seemed that he was a little excited to switch back to Japanese after speaking English for a long time, so he was not big or small (halo...not big or small!?) and said: "Trace Mr. Bu, you didn’t fly to the United States to see me, did you? Haha...don’t tell me you’re just passing by home, I know that your home is in England, not the United States.”

The beautiful man in Atobe was full of contempt, and all the words of praise about the performance that he wanted to say were interrupted by this girl's nonsense, and he insisted on maintaining a gorgeous appearance: "What a self-righteous woman, who wants to come to see you... Speaking of which, Is it strange that my uncle has a house in the United States? If so, then if you are told that there are Atobe mansions in the Arctic Circle, your jaw will break, huh?"

Yin Song was happy to argue with him like this: "Oh, Mr. Atobe, I have eyes but can't see Mount Tai... Could it be that you are really passing by?"

"Humm~" Mr. Atobe straightened his hair, "It's nothing to do with you, I don't want to waste time with you, you're almost finished drinking Coke, I'm going back to the VIP seat." After speaking, he turned and walked to the other side .

Yin Song muttered in his mother tongue in an evil voice to the master's back: "Why do I want to complain about your VIP's VI disappearing..."

Uncle Atobe seemed to hear but didn't understand, turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." How dare Yin Song admit that he just said that he has no VI and only P...

Atobe chuckled and moved on, Yinsong shrugged with a smile, and walked in the opposite direction. After walking a few steps, he heard the old man behind him say "Hello!", Yinsong stopped and heard Mr. Atobe's magnetism The noble voice said:

"The new hairstyle suits you quite well."

After finishing speaking, leave behind a handsome back.

Atobu also regretted it afterwards, why did he forget to add the word "not gorgeous" before the word "you".

The author has something to say:

☆, surprising results

After the game, Yin Song didn't take off his make-up, and neither did the other contestants. They were still waiting for the crucial moment to announce the result of the game.

"Hey, have you heard? The award will be presented later by the young master of one of Castial's sponsors. It is said that he is a handsome Japanese man~" A blonde and cheerful girl from California used such gossip topics to ease the tension with the people around her. .

Immediately, a French girl took up the topic: "Molley is right, I heard it too, haha~ I will see you in a while, maybe... there will be a romantic encounter~ Oh..."

"Emmm...Yanagi," Molley noticed that Yin Song was there, and greeted, "You are from Japan, have you heard of the young master from which family?"

Yin Song brushed the wine-red broken hair in front of her forehead, and also consciously joined the chat team. The young master they were talking about... who else could be, it must be the VIP uncle. Niu is still so excited, these...of course are just psychological activities, Yinsong said with a relaxed face and a hearty tone: "Yeah of course! If you are right, it should be Mr. Adobe. He is indeed a handsome man. He is well-known among Japanese middle school students. One If you like it...you should start early!"

Then it attracted the sexy girls: "Oh, waiting for mehoney..." (Oh, baby, wait for me...)

Finally when it was time to announce the results, the big screen tantalizingly displayed the top 8 contestants who were rated by the judges as they lined up on the stage. The judges were communicating with each other. Waiting time to maintain a good stage atmosphere.

The host came to the contestants, turned the microphone on one of the girls casually, and asked, "Tell me, are you nervous?"

That girl is a Spanish girl who has a hot fight with her classmates in the training camp. She smiled sexy and straightened the bow tie of the host with a mechanically seductive movement: "KissmeandIwillsayno." (Kiss me and I won't be nervous)

There was laughter at the scene.

"Oh, Iloveit!" The host lightly kissed the Spanish girl on the cheek. This is a normal way of expressing friendship in western countries. Many domestic male friends are extremely resentful of why the country is so conservative...

The host came to Yin Song again, and looked around Yin Song with an exaggerated expression. The exquisite smoky makeup set off the temperament sharply.

"Youknowyoushockme!" (You know your performance shocked me) The host squeezed his chin in appreciation, "Andmysweetheart, are you nervous? Do you need me to give you a kiss?"

"Thank you, I'm fine," Yinsong replied in fluent American English, "although I'm nervous, but I don't need to use kisses as first aid," said Yinsong, imitating the Spanish girl just now, and gently grabbed the host's arm Bow tie, pulling him closer, whispering softly, "Because I'm allergic to the makeup that the Spanish girl used." Then there was a charming smile that was very suitable for singing the makeup.

"Ilikeyou!" The host looked fascinated.

After briefly interacting with several contestants, I noticed a signal from the judges.

"Finally, the most anticipated moment has come. These lovely little angels, who will win the first Cestial Young Singer Competition? Let us invite a mysterious guest to announce it for us! Please!"

Following the host's impassioned explanation, the eyes and lights of the audience gathered at the other end of the stage.

Atobe Keigo stepped onto the stage wearing a dark black suit with dark stripes. From head to toe, he showed the aristocratic atmosphere of a gentleman. The confident arc at the corner of his mouth is a weapon that seduces the soul in the eyes of girls, although Atobe Keigo always Ke Yinsong, the target of his verbal attack in his heart, had to admit that he carried the attribute called "King's Posture" with him wherever he went. As long as he stood anywhere, that scene was called King's Landing.

Compared with the native American English of the previous judges or hosts, Mr. Atobe’s gentlemanly English with a pure British accent is like traveling from the streets of the United States to the British royal family. After the simple opening speech, the appetite should be satisfied. After admiring Mr. Atobe's spoken language, my mind couldn't concentrate on listening to other things he said, and my ears just kept catching the announcement of the championship and runner-up.

In fact, with the memories of the previous life and this life, this competition is a new beginning and a new trajectory for Yinsong, so...

"The winner is——JordinSparks from Arizona, USA!"

Ah oh... The feeling of chanting at that moment was quite strange... The name that Atobe's plump lips said was not her own... Although she knew that it would not be easy to enter the top eight... She actually wanted to A lot of effort has been put into this competition. There are many masters here. Many players have received professional training since childhood, and their previous style continues to follow a fresh route. This route is also praised by the judges, but Yinsong knows that the praise is because it is the same as the same period. Comparing two Korean players on the same route, in terms of details, strength, and overall performance, it is not enough to hold a guitar and sing quietly on such a big stage, and it is not enough to beat those blond players. Continue with that route It is difficult to make a breakthrough on the stage, and it is also difficult to break through the psychology of the judges.

So with a roar, I found that transformation is much easier than holding a guitar to impress the judges again.Anyway... I have been subjected to the mindset of 24 years, and every time I look in the mirror, I see my beige hair that is the same color as my pants