Chapter 320： trend

Holm came to his residence with Joshua, a dilapidated room in the kitchen of this pub.

The lights in the room looked very dim, and Joe saw a subtle breath when he walked into the room.

The baby girl written in the intelligence of the Dark Elves is lying on a bed made up of pieces of worn cotton...

"Look for me... Is there anything?"

Holm’s voice seemed a little vague, and he was so miserable. Through the dim light, Joe Xiu could see his bruised cheeks and the bruises on his eyes.

The traces of these bruises made him look like a funny clown, and Holm was also very concerned about the signs of injury on his face, always bowing his head in the face of Joe.

"Sit down first."

Joe repaired the only chair in the small room to Homm.

Holm clearly knew that standing in front of him was the so-called 'big man', the big man he couldn't afford at all... So Holm sat in a chair with great cooperation.

Qiao Xiu moved a table to him again, and he also found a chair to sit face to face with Home.

"Sir... if you want to buy that baby girl..."

Some of Holm couldn't stand this kind of interrogation-like atmosphere. He finally had a tentative opening. Holm didn't think that the big man in front would come for his little mouse...

The biggest possibility is for the baby girl he adopted.

"Baby girl? I really care about the baby you adopted." Qiao Xiu glanced at the baby lying on the bed.

Although the Dark Elves reported to Qiao Xiu that her true race is a chaotic demon, but Qiao Xiu did not feel the breath of chaotic demon in her body...

"But this time I came to you specifically." Qiao Xiu once again looked at the lonely young man in front of him.

He may be experiencing the worst day of his life...

"Find me?"

Something Holm couldn't believe it. He lifted his eyes because of the bruises of his eyelids and finally recognized who the big man sitting in front of him.

"I... I remember you helped me when I was in the sea, sir."

"I am not helping you, you have been recognized by my own performance, and I am here to congratulate you on entering the semi-finals, and want to know if you are ready for the next performance?"

When Qiao Xiu asked this question, Holm squatted for a moment. His hands full of scars suddenly clenched again, his lips shivered slightly, and finally Holm lowered his head and did not dare to look at Joe's eyes.

"I... I am going to abstain." When he said this, his throat seemed to be shackled, but he finally said this sentence.

"Abandonment? Why... you obviously have a chance."

Holm did not answer Qiao Xiu, but silently took out a piece of worn paper from the pocket of his back.

This is an envelope. Due to the previous encounter, the envelope has been soaked by sewage, but Qiao Xiu can still see that this is the writing of Sir Bai Jinghua.

The content of the letter is probably Congratulations to Holm's successful entry into the semi-finals, and explained in detail that the semi-final game mechanism belongs to the "downfall."

That is, there will inevitably be one of the two singers to be eliminated, and the right to decide is still in the hands of the audience.

"Do you have to face the opera of Farosi in the next game? The popularity seems to be quite high." Qiao Xiu slightly glanced at the contents of the letter, and Holm’s next match was against A famous opera singer in Flosi.

"So, sir... I can't win at all, and the operaist told me when I left, if I quit... he can give me ten gold coins."

Although Holm tried to make himself happy when he said this, the trembling tone sold out his inner real thoughts.

"Ten gold coins? If you beat the opera, you won more than just ten gold coins! Do you look down on your own music?" What Joshua said was irritating to Holm’s heart. .

"I don't look down... sir! All the people in Nolan look down!" Holm slammed his hands on his forehead, and the voice of his voice filled with sobs. "The things I sang... After all, just some underground. No one can see the rubbish, how can it be better than the singing of the operas... No one in Nolan is willing to accept my music, or... can't call it music at all."

"Then let them accept." Qiao Xiu faced Holm's accusation of accusation, but responded to him with a very plain words.

"Don't you understand Mr.! The people of Nolan can't understand my music at all."

"Then let them understand." Qiao Xiu responded very quietly to Holm.

However, Qiao Xiu’s response did not seem to understand his difficult situation at Home. When Holm was preparing to say something about refuting Qiao Xiu, Qiao Xiu suddenly stood up and grabbed Holm’s collar. .

"Listen, boy... I know what you want to say, that is, your music is not popular at Nolan. The people of Nolan or the people of this world are only interested in opera! But this is not the reason you gave up. "Qiao Xiu took the collar's hand and lifted him directly, so that Holm had to keep an eye on Joe's dark pupil."

"But human taste is not static. What true musicians should do is not to follow the trend, but to create their own trends! Do I understand what I said?"

Holm was a little suffocated at this time, and in order to let Joe Xiu let go, he could only keep nodding, and Qiao Xiu also released the hand that grabbed his collar.

"But...but sir, I don't think... I can do it."

Holm’s self-confidence has long been destroyed in the stage of the last game. He has been doing his best and he can swear that it is the best singing of his life.

But what ended up was the screams of the audience and the voices that called him to step down.

"You really can't do it now, but it doesn't mean you can't do it in the future, you just need a little inspiration."

Joe repair took out three sheets of paper and placed them on the table. Holm saw the tabs on the white paper... and the lyrics written above.

"If those people don't know how to appreciate your music, let them know how good this music is! The author of this song is one of the people I admire. His past situation is a bit like you." Qiao Xiu The three letters of lyrics were directly pushed to the front of Home. "But you want to perfectly interpret this song is not easy, Holm, I only give you this opportunity, you only have this opportunity, Either continue to be a mouse in the squirrel street sewer, or... let the entire Nolan audience remember your name."

Holm listened quietly to Joe’s words. He seemed to be overwhelmed. Excitement and fear were both intertwined in his heart, and when Holm nervously picked up three stationery, in the first On the letter, Holm clearly saw the name of the song "Lose·Yourself"