hollywood billionaire

Chapter 339 Force yourself to make a choice

Han Yi has always had a special emotion for music festivals.

To be fair, for a music-related major, he did not attend many music festivals during his four years in the United States.

There are many reasons, but not having a girlfriend is the primary one.

No, it can't be said that I don't have a girlfriend. Before meeting Xu Yiru, Han Yi had some encounters and entanglements. However, these girls who don’t know what titles to call them are not very interested in live music. Even if they want to watch a performance, they would only go to a concert of Justin Timberlake or Taylor Swift instead of A music festival with a long list of stranger names.

It's not impossible to go with friends, but it just feels a little less interesting. The romance between the graceful music and the dazzling fireworks is the ultimate secret to unlocking a perfect music festival.

Moreover, Han Yi would never be able to make fair-weather friends if he didn't drink, smoke, or touch anything that would have a negative impact on his body and mind. Xu Yiru, the only close friend he talks to about everything, is more at home than him. During the holidays, he stays at home and watches TV dramas every day. Instead of inviting her to go to the music festival, it would be better to take her out for two more meals to improve her life, so as not to cause trouble for her child.

You see, even Xiaoru who is at the Mad City Music Festival right now is the quietest person Han Yi can see. Even...

Oh, it seems that Yuzhen is about the same. This Korean girl who loves music deeply is as calm as a tree that has been growing in the Las Vegas festival venue for hundreds of years.

No matter how strong the sound wave vibration is, it can't shake even one of her branches.

Why do I like...are they all of this type?

Han Yi took his eyes away from Yu Zhen and placed them on Xiao Ru's cheek. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

It's not because he doesn't like it, it's just natural. Han Yi prefers to suppress the raging waves of emotions in his heart. If some accidentally spill out and are seen by others, there is no way to alleviate the embarrassment of being at a loss what to do.

Every time I step into this unique cave where music serves as a wall of separation, I feel a sense of belonging, happiness, and even a sense of praise for life itself, which spreads rapidly from the center of the chest to the limbs.

In front of the Edvard Munch-esque enchanting background, countless searchlights shot beams into the increasingly dense twilight, making the entire stage resemble an awakened Medusa, using strong light as its tentacles and rhythm as its spell to illuminate the dance floor. The crowd here is placed in a blissful illusion from which there is no escape.

Their bodies seemed to have turned into flowing liquid, and the rhythms collided and washed with each other in the venue, as if the music had taken over their bodies in physical form.

The whole audience sings a melody in unison, or adjusts the body and mind to the same channel during a certain rhythm that makes everyone feel excited. The spirit resonates while the fireworks bloom, which is the most beautiful and gorgeous moment of any music festival.

Han Yi favors the latter the most.

When the first drop of "Stay" sounded, there was another moment like this in Han Yi's memory storage room.

A passionate couple dancing to the accompaniment of a slow love song, and an aging old man crooning a childhood melody with a hoarse voice. Three or five friends dress up in fancy clothes, laugh and enjoy their youthful years. A music preacher who walks among the crowd and gives colorful bracelets to every stranger.

Under the clear sky after the rain, the sun sets in the west. There is still some moist water vapor spreading in all directions, making the golden wheel that reappears on the horizon look a little more humble and gentlemanly. Compared with the blazing sun that the Mojave Desert is accustomed to, the warm brilliance is much softer. This endless canvas that extends to the end of the sky is dyed into the "Spanish Orange" described by the color master Rosa Gallego, mixed with a wisp of it. Fandango purple heralds the approach of night.

However, I... seem to be the same type.

Because happy reunions in life are rare, every moment that allows human beings to put aside their grudges, prejudices, and barriers and make no distinction between you and me in music is worth cherishing.

Holding on to the metal railing, he stood on the edge of the booth area. At his feet was the kingdom of rhythm he had built with tens of millions of dollars. In this illusion that would only exist for three days, he was the absolute king. But even so, he still covered himself with a hard shell. Content to be a dispassionate spectator, a commentator speaking only in his own head.

The noisy venue rising out of the wilderness can accommodate every type of unique soul. Sometimes they roam freely and uninhibitedly, and sometimes they gather in one place in a tacit understanding.

But that doesn't mean the joy he gets from music festivals is any less than those sweaty ravers on the dance floor.

I’ve been to Coachella, EDC, and Psycho Circus, a local Halloween event in Los Angeles. I’ve seen the main stage where thousands of people carouse, I’ve seen the Techno stage where the demons dance wildly, and I’ve even passed by the Trance stage where everyone is in a hallucination and lying in a tent counting stars. There has never been any kind of music that can make Han Yi break free and dance to his heart's content.

The light swept across the sea of ​​human heads, reflecting sparkling faces and sparkling eyes. Cheers and shouts are the roaring storm set off by this man-made sea. Han Yi didn't need to look for it deliberately. No matter where his eyes moved, he could see people dancing in a selfless manner that left all emotions and even thoughts behind.

In such an extreme atmosphere, even the air is filled with hormones and dopamine, the sweet scent of perfume evaporating with the girls' sweat, the smell of mint and tobacco exhaled by the men gasping for breath, the soil above the dance floor and under their feet. The fragrance blends into one and becomes an indispensable and important part of this musical feast.

At the center of this majestic spectacle stands a powerful modern succubus, weaving melody and rhythm into a wand that drives people crazy. The air is electric and filled with the energy of anticipation, and every drum beat is like a spark that ignites the crowd into a frenzy.

Madison Beale, a landscape with rays of light, a charming existence that perfectly combines innocence, elegance and temptation, is seducing people with the wand she created. At this moment, the music turned into silk and satin, embracing her graceful figure with forgetfulness. Every note, every variation, is a declaration of her confident and powerful feminine power.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, but this sentence actually also applies to women. With the bright neon in his eyes, Han Yi's eyes quietly turned into a rotating kaleidoscope, reading all the colors in the world. He splashed these colors back without reservation and penetrated into every inch of Madison Beal's skin.

Yeah, she's a minor. But as Maurice Chevalier sang, "Thank God for creating these young girls, they grow up in the most pleasant way"... Although it sounds a bit pervy and a bit pedophile, but This lyrics is the truest portrayal of Han Yi's heart.

Han Yi knew that he should not bring Madison into the emotional formula. Every cell in his body knew this.

But how can you tell him to give up?

After all, He created her.

He created this pearl that is no longer dusty in a new time and space.

When one is reborn with such a rich gift, it is difficult not to have this Creator-like mentality.

And once he has this kind of mentality, it will be extremely difficult for him to make sacrifices and give up.

What makes Han Yi feel even more entangled is that if he truly faces his heart honestly, is it not just Madison Beal who makes him dare not pick it up but refuses to put it down?

In a strange state, Han Yi, who was both outside the party and immersed in the music, had many faces flashing alternately in his mind like a revolving lantern.

The performer of this song is Madison Beer.

It was Zhao Youzhen who worked with him to implement the song's release plan and reach a cooperation with Interscope.

The lyrics of the main song, whether now or in the past, can instantly remind him of Xu Yiru.

Now it seems that the brainwashing loops in the chorus no longer have only one layer of meaning to him.

"Wait a minute, that's all you have to do.

slow down your pace,

The farewell bell is about to ring, so please stay.

Wait a few more seconds, that's all you need to do.

Put your hand in my hand,

As time passes quietly, I hope we can hold each other tightly. "

Isn't this kind of lyrics tailor-made for the current Barbara?

A song can give him four tastes. One can imagine the intensity of Han Yi's battle between heaven and man during this period.

And this was the reason why he had just agreed with Xiao Ru to take her "to a place" after returning to Los Angeles.

Han Yi recognized what Barbara said to him before leaving temporarily - the illusion of enjoying the happiness of everyone is wonderful, but if it continues like this blindly, it will be these decisions that end up hurting love and love. Trust is placed in his girls.

Therefore, he must force himself to make a choice. Not only to give everyone an explanation, but also to cut off this wrong way back.

And his choice was Xu Yiru.

The beginning and end of all these obsessions.

(End of this chapter)