Reborn as a comedic artist

Cheng Ming slowly withdrew his fist and straightened his slightly disheveled collar.

His face still held that calm and collected expression, as if the man who had just been full of martial virtue was not him at all.

"certainly."

He spoke softly, his tone gentle.

Then, he completely ignored Li Qiang, turned around, and walked towards an extra who was already dumbfounded.

The extra carried a worn-out wooden guitar on his back, which was provided by the props team; it was originally just a background prop.

Cheng Ming reached out and took the guitar, his fingers gently brushing across the strings.

Zheng—

A slightly jarring string note shattered the silence of the playground and broke the frozen atmosphere.

He turned around, looked at the bewildered crowd, and suddenly flashed an extremely bright smile.

That smile held a hint of cunning, a touch of childlike innocence, and a hint of mystery that left people scratching their heads.

"Have you ever heard what 'ding-ding-ding-ding' means...?"

"ha...?"

Li Qiang and the others gaped, looking utterly bewildered.

Because of the parallel universe, there is no "A Chinese Odyssey" in this world.

If he had seen it, the image of Teacher Luo's incessantly talking face and that maddening song "Only You" would instantly appear in his mind.

But now, all that remains is awkwardness and confusion.

Cheng Ming did not explain.

He lowered his head and gently tapped the strings with his fingers, producing a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the gloomy sky in the distance.

The withered leaves curled up and swirled in the air.

"Ta-da! It's here...!"

Cheng Ming muttered to himself.

next moment.

A clear, ethereal piano melody suddenly cut in without warning.

.........

The camera suddenly zoomed out as the clear, crisp sound of the piano rang out.

The previously created abstract and oppressive atmosphere was instantly dispelled by a refreshing gust of air.

The image freezes on the black upright piano in the center of the playground.

Gu Xiao sat on the piano bench, her pure white dress standing out brightly against the gloomy sky.

The wind was strong, relentlessly tugging at her skirt and blowing her neat, short hair into disarray, with a few strands sticking to her fair cheeks.

She ignored it, not even lifting her eyelids.

His slender fingers moved up and down on the black and white piano keys, his expression focused and aloof, as if the muscular men around him, the noisy wind, and the dark clouds that were about to crush the sky did not exist at all.

"this……"

Li Qiang was still holding the surrender sign in his hand, frozen in place, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape.

Although Cheng Ming had mentioned the contrast before, he had never said it was this dramatic!

Because the past of Shu music art is still vivid in our minds.

The style of things changes so fast these days, it's like one second you're watching "Young and Dangerous" and the next you're suddenly in an opera house.

Cheng Ming is really serious this time, and they are clearly a little unaccustomed to it!

Before these rough men could even react...

Boom!

A deep, powerful bass drum sounded out of nowhere.

The sound was like a heavy hammer, slamming into everyone's chest, making their hearts clench.

The camera angle changes instantly.

Zhao Yufeng was wearing a black bodysuit, which outlined her stunning figure.

Especially his arms holding the drumsticks, with smooth and taut muscle lines, exuding a wild sense of power.

She sat behind the drum set, her high ponytail swaying with her movements, her eyes wild and fiery.

The drumstick in his hand fell heavily again.

That raw, untamed beauty instantly ignited the oppressive heat that had settled in the air due to the overcast sky.

Immediately afterwards, a low-frequency rumble joined in.

hum-

Lin Yiyi stood in the wind, holding a bass guitar.

She wore a sweet pleated skirt, and she lowered her head shyly, seemingly afraid to look directly at the group of shirtless, burly men in front of her, but her fingers plucked the strings with unusual determination.

At last.

The camera slowly pans up, focusing on the man standing in front of the microphone.

Wang Shuo.

He was no longer the comical fat man who wore a yellow bodysuit, had a greasy face, and followed Cheng Ming around calling him "godfather."

For this final scene, this guy lost seven or eight pounds in about ten days.

now!

He was wearing a well-tailored Zhongshan suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

Although he was still physically imposing, he exuded an indescribable confidence and composure.

That feeling was like that of a vibrant, progressive young person, with light in their eyes and fire in their heart.

He gripped the microphone tightly in his hand, his gaze not directed at the camera, but fixed firmly on the distant, empty horizon.

Now let's look at Cheng Ming.

He casually tossed the broken wooden guitar aside, took an electric guitar handed to him from outside the arena, and slung it over his shoulder.

That kind of carefree and unrestrained spirit that comes from the very core of him exploded completely in that instant.

Since it was a live version of Shuyin (Sichuan Opera), the lead vocalist role was handed over to Wang Shuo. At this moment, he only needed to play the guitar well and provide some appropriate harmonies.

But he stood there, right in the eye of the storm.

..........

The intro has ended.

Wang Shuo closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and he took a deep breath.

On this gloomy Sunday morning, in the empty playground of Shuyin, under the incredulous gaze of all the crew members, extras, and onlookers.

He spoke.

"We traveled and stopped frequently along the way."

Following the trail of the boy's drifting journey

As soon as the sound was uttered, Li Qiang's chin slammed to the ground.

"Bench Guy" and "Wooden Stick Guy" looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Holy crap...?"

Li Qiang couldn't help but swear, his voice kept very low, but it couldn't hide his shock.

Is that Fatty Wang?

That straight man who's always cracking jokes?

That voice...

It's as mellow as a jar of aged wine buried underground for thirty years; it's spicy on the palate but sweet in the aftertaste.

It is as clean as a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, without any fancy techniques, only the purest and most simple emotions flowing.

"The moment before stepping out of the station"

"I was somewhat hesitant."

"I can't help but laugh at this feeling of trepidation upon approaching home."

"Still unavoidable"

Wang Shuo's voice lingered in the low register, carrying a faint narrative quality, like a wanderer who has been away from home for many years, sitting under a withered tree at the entrance of the village, telling a story about growing up to the younger generation.

There was no heart-wrenching emotion, no affectation.

Only the truth.

Everyone present was captivated by the inexplicable emotion conveyed in the song.

The wind was still blowing, swirling up the fallen leaves on the ground.

As they looked at the fat man, they couldn't help but recall what they looked like when they first entered university.

Back then, the sky was very blue, and life moved slowly.

They too once stood at the exit of the train station with their bags on their backs, looking at the unfamiliar city, feeling both fear and anticipation.

I remembered all the boasts we made in the dorm, about becoming big stars and making a lot of money.

I thought of the girls I couldn't win over, and the love letter I never dared to send.

I remembered those tears I shed in the dead of night, hidden under the covers.

.........