第四十一章 他的节目单(一)(第1/1页)诛怨椟

    轻柔的音乐声先于灯光笼罩下来。

    所有人又齐刷刷回过头注目舞台。

    柱光猝然亮起。

    那立于舞台中央的挺拔身影,与追光灯银白色的光束融为一体,乍一眼,仿若翩翩临世的神灵,他白皙的面容反射出的璀璨居然比平时演唱会时撒着荧光粉的模样还要夺人眼球。

    麦克风握在手中,轻轻靠近唇边。众人屏息以待,只为听得清楚这廉价舞台上最昂贵的表演者为他们带来的无偿演出,没有人不觉着眼前舞台上的少年是宛若梦境一样的存在。

    “Ging/ut/tnight

    Changes/int/sething/red

    Her/ther/desnt/Like/that/kind/f/dress

    Everthing/she/never/had

    Shes/shing/ff。”

    当少年温醇声线响起,观众席爆发出前所未有的欢呼声,他将麦克风换至另一只手:

    “Driving/t/fast

    n/is/breaking/thrugh/her/hair

    She/said/it/as/sething/That/she/nt/et

    Having/n/regrets

    Is/all/that/she/reall/ants。”

    副歌一改轻调,换上明朗节奏:

    “Were/nl/getting/lder/bab

    And/Ive/been/thinking/abut/ittel

    Des/it/ever/drive/u/raz

    Just/h/fast/the/night/hanges

    Everthing/That/uve/ever/dreaed/f

    Disappearing/hen/u/ake/up

    But/theres/nthing/t/be/afraid/f

    Even/hen/the/night/hanges

    It/ill/never/hange/e/and/u。”

    少年轻轻舔舐唇角,目光落进韩英班,劣质的舞台灯光为其蝴蝶翅膀似的的睫度上一层银华,他继续吟唱:

    “Chasing/it/tnight

    Dubts/are/running/rund/her/head

    Hes/aiting/hides/behind/a/igarette

    Heart/is/beating/lud/She/desnt/ant/it/t/stp

    ving/t/fast

    n/is/lighting/up/her/skin

    Shes/falling/desnt/even/kn/it/et

    Having/n/regrets/is/all

    That/she/reall/ants。”

    缓缓闭上眼睛,扬起手:

    “Were/nl/getting/lder/bab

    And/Ive/been/thinking/abut/ittel

    Des/it/ever/drive/u/raz

    Just/h/fast/the/night/hanges

    Everthing/that/uve/ever/dreaed/f

    Disappearing/hen/u/ake/up

    But/theres/nthing/t/be/afraid/f

    Even/hen/the/night/hanges

    It/ill/never/hange/e/and/u……”尾音温柔绵长,似轻哼似低吟。

    各个班级的同们都竖着耳朵聆听这番天籁,分心一秒都是损失。

    音乐骤降,独留少年和煦的嗓音继而娓娓而唱:

    “Ging/ut/tnight

    Changes/int/sething/red

    Her/ther/desnt/Like/that/kind/f/dress

    Reinds/her/f/a/issing/piee/Of/innene/she/lst。”

    他的换气声嵌入曼妙的节奏里:

    “Were/nl/getting/lder/bab

    And/Ive/been/thinking/abut/ittel

    Des/it/ever/drive/u/raz

    Just/h/fast/the/night/hanges

    Everthing/that/uve/ever/dreaed/f

    Disappearing/hen/u/ake/up

    But/theres/nthing/t/be/afraid/f

    Even/hen/the/night/hanges……”

    少年睁开眼睛,玄色瞳孔倒影出体育会场里同们脸上的陶醉,而他的目光始终不曾离开陈善浓,接下来歌曲尾声伴着明快的节奏,是对那个勇敢跨过死亡的她,最最用心的叮嘱,更满含希冀:

    “It/ill/never/hange/bab

    It/ill/never/hange/bab

    It/ill/never/hange/e/and/u……”

    我们只会随着时间成长,你有没有曾经因为夜晚的无常变幻而烦恼?

    害怕你曾经梦想过的一切在醒来后灰飞烟灭?

    但你真的不用为此感到害怕,

    因为不论怎样,

    这一切都不会改变。

    有些事永远不会改变,

    生活如此艰辛,但它依旧无法将我们改变。