Chapter 13：

Wan Xinjing Garden in the city, near the early morning, Yi Chenyan looked at Yang Anyu's quiet sleep, while listening to his own "Imperial Essay".

"A lot of words are in my heart, it is difficult to speak; many times I face you, I can only speak without words..."

Yi Chenyan thought of what Jiang Ziqian said to him on the phone that day, and found that the table was still pressing the registration form of "The Voice of Tomorrow", and his heart suddenly became clear.

It turned out that the "super fan" who was very cheerful and very backstage was Yang Anyu.

Yi Chenyan slid the music list and found that Yang Anyu’s cell phone was almost the song he sang two years before his debut. The surprise in his eyes gradually became a more complicated emotion.

Subsequently, Yi Chenyan took Yang Anyu to the bed. He saw Yang Anyu's bruises on his arms and legs, which was estimated to be caused by practicing dance.

"Easy... Yi Chenyan..." Suddenly, Yang Anyu muttered, and the voice was hoarse than before.

Yi Chenyan only felt that his mood was getting more and more chaotic. After he covered Yang Anyu with a quilt, he left silently.

Early the next morning, Yang Anyu, who just woke up, was still confused. He habitually touched the phone on the bed, but did not touch it. Some strange, he blinked his eyes, his brain slammed and suddenly sat up.

How could he be in bed? Last night clearly...

So, someone came to his room, this person should not be?

After hurriedly getting out of bed, Yang Anyu smelled the fragrance as soon as she got out of the room. When she looked up again, she just saw a certain apron around her, and she still had a bowl of hot red bean millet porridge in her hand.

Yang An Yu stunned, thinking that he was wrong, and blinked.

Yi Chenyan is very calm: "Go wash your face and brush your teeth first, then come over for breakfast."

Ten minutes later, Yang Anyu sipped a red bean porridge in a mouthful, and the mouth was full of sweet taste, and the heart was sweet. Although Yi Chenyan had been away from home for more than two weeks, he actually went to cook himself and made breakfast for himself.

Sure enough, no matter how the general changed, the general is still a good man!

Yi Chenyan looked at Yang Anyu and only thought that he was like a dog that was pure and thick and very easy to satisfy.

"Which song are you going to sing on the day of the contest?"

After this question was asked, Yang Anyu was obviously stunned, and even Yi Chenyan himself was somewhat puzzled. Before switching to it, he never took the initiative to care about Yang Anyu.

At the thought of last night, Yang Anyu could not help but pick it up. When he woke up in the morning, the mobile phone was not on the bed, but was placed on the desk. Yi Chenyan must have known that he had been listening to his song.

"I am preparing..." Yang Anyu is not very embarrassed to see him, weak and weak, "The song of "Limit"."

Different from Yi Chenyan's other love songs, the song "The Limit" is light and fast, and it is about youth and dreams. It encourages people to work hard to sweat, to break through the limits of their own, to pursue their dreams.

However, compared to Yi Chenyan's "No Words and Eternity", this song is not famous, and few people have heard it.

Yi Chenyan’s dawn is dark.

He suddenly gave birth to some emotions. After eight years of debut, his mentality has long since changed, and he may not be able to sing the passion and vitality of the song. Now, he has excellent acting skills, a large fan base, and more and more awards, but he has already deviated from the path he chose.

Seeing Yi Chenyan’s silence, Yang Anyu thought that he had said something wrong, and he was nervous: “I... I will try to sing it!”

Yang Anyu’s eyes were black and bright, and he saw Yichen’s words. He suddenly had an impulse to reach out and look at Yang’an’s small head.

But in the next second, he was scared by his own thoughts and quickly recovered.

Since there was still work during the day, it didn't take long for Li Wei to come and pick up Yi Chenyan.

"Yang Anyu, you sing your own style." Before leaving, Yi Chenyan simply mentioned one.

This inferior sentence, as if to give Yang Anyu great encouragement, he suddenly excited, and nodded: "Hmm, I will!"

Yu Siyuan had activities in the field before. Now the new drama "Boxer" is just around the corner. He and Gu Xin are the heroes and heroines. They want to go to the well-known variety show in China to do propaganda, and today they fly back to the city.

"Yan Ge, what do you say? Yang Anyu him... He participated in "The Voice of Tomorrow"?" Just arrived home, Yu Siyuan frowned.

After the "Boxer" was killed, he only hoped that Yang Anyu would continue to eat, drink, and play. When he was a young master, he would not step into the entertainment circle. But Yang An Yu actually went to the draft, is this what Yang Lan arranged?

The Yang family brothers did not agree with each other. He had already heard from others. Before Yang Anyu came to the company every time, he had to argue with Yang, and then he left in an angry way. The Yang family also looked down on the illegitimate child.

But now, which one is singing?

"Yeah." Yan Feng nodded. "Siyuan, we are not good at this."

"I know."

Because the company sent people to remind Yu Siyuan and Yan Feng, and also arranged the activities of Yu Siyuan to the field, so he has more convergence in the past month and dare not make any trouble.

But when he thought that Yang Anyu might enter the circle, he would be inexplicably upset and irritated.

When Li Siyuan saw the tangled look of Yu Siyuan, he guessed what he thought, but he was very calm: "Siyuan, Yang Anyu's identity once used, in fact, has counter-effects."

"What do you mean?"

"Paradox." Yan Feng sneered.

It has been about three weeks since the last sea election. On this day, it is the day of the election.

In the early morning, Yang Anyu received another text message from the strange number.

[refueling]

This time there are only two words, the content is getting less and less, but Yang Anyu still smiles, he can feel goodwill and friendship.

As he still couldn't get through, Yang Anyu had to reply.

[Thank you, I will work hard]

Since the other party does not want to show his identity, Yang Anyu does not force it. Maybe the other party has any difficulties.

The city's Xingfeng TV station, this re-election was replaced by a large studio, and the performance time was extended to five minutes. The number of players who get the selection certificate is about 50. According to the singing situation, 20 players will be selected.

Soon after, these 20 successful players will formally participate in the recording of "The Voice of Tomorrow", and once they have this stage, they will also be recognized by the audience throughout the country.

This time, the program group arranged makeup artists and stylists for the players, but the dressing room was shared by many people. When the backstage lounge was ready, Yang Anyu appeared, and many people’s eyes all gathered on him.

Yang Anyu is naturally aware that these eyes are not good, jealous, or even hateful.

"Hey, do you know? The young master of the Yang family, in fact, should be eliminated at the time of the election. He can now participate in the re-election, but it is hard to take advantage of his backstage."

"The entertainment circle itself is chaotic enough. The two ancestors stayed at home, but they had to add chaos. It is estimated that when the stars are also playing."

"To tell the truth, some people don't rely on the face and the background. This is normal. But the young master doesn't learn anything. In the future, he is a vase at most, and I heard that he used to fight and fight. There are a lot of bad rumors, oh, if anyone has offended him, the black material that can be thrown out is simply countless!"

Some people seem to wear colored glasses and start talking.

Guo Lixu's face is getting more and more ugly. Just want to go forward and say, but Yang Anyu stopped: "Calm."

Guo Lixu looked at Yang Anyu and suddenly remembered that there were often various rumors about him in the school. Yang Anyu was too lazy to argue and chose silence, but he gradually used his own real actions to change the view.

"Don't be angry with me. I am used to this kind of thing." Yang Anyu shrugged, but instead looked relaxed. "It doesn't matter."

If the aerodynamic anger for this life affects one's own emotions and does not play properly in the game, isn't it the middle of others?

He will speak with facts.

After Qin Nuoxi swept the people coldly, he took Yang Anyu directly and sat down on one side.

"Don't be nervous, it is your stage." Before Qin Anyu came to power, Qin Nuoxi encouraged.

In the past few weeks, Yang Anyu’s efforts have been seen in his eyes. Although it is difficult to improve the performance of singing, with his dance, Yang Anyu’s overall performance is not too bad, maybe there is hope.

"Yes, it is like the usual practice, I believe in you." Guo Lixu also said.

"Nuo Xi, Li Xu, you can rest assured, I will use this "limit" to swollen those people's faces!" Yang Anyu patted his chest and smiled confidently.

Seeing his spirit, Qin Nuoxi and Guo Lixu could not help but smile.

At the time of the re-election, the former two female judges were replaced by more professional musicians. Jiang Ziqian and the strict He Yi teacher still sat on the jury.

"Yang Anyu, what are you going to sing today? Or is it the song of Yi Chenyan?" Jiang Ziqian asked.

Yang Anyu nodded: "Well, I want to perform "Limit"."

Wen Yan, Jiang Ziqian touched his chin and smiled and said: "I appreciate your persistence and courage, let's get started."

When the music rings, Yang Anyu sings and sings, and the sound is inevitably a little trembled, but the clear and cheerful singing, coupled with the rhythm of the rhythm, is very infectious, as if to mobilize the whole body of cells.

Suddenly, Yang Anyu’s earphones creaked, and he couldn’t hear the music accompaniment at once, and the tempo was wrong, and the rhythm was completely messed up.

Everyone was shocked!

On the spot, it was a few seconds, and Yang Anyu closed his eyes and fascinated. With a natural sense of rhythm, he regained his tone.

Yang Anyu, who recovered, sang again. He danced his body, his footsteps, and his youthful vitality. Finally, he ended the show with a smile.

In the moment when Yang Anyu was deeply stunned, the audience immediately gave off a warm applause.

Not only the four judges, but even the male host next to him applauded and applauded him: "Yang Anyu, thank you for your wonderful performance."

This applause made Yang Anyu a little embarrassed. He had fine sweat on his forehead, his chest was ups and downs, still breathing slightly, but his eyes were bright, like smashing three thousand stars.

It seems that everything is no longer important. It is enough to have their applause at the moment.

The applause gradually stopped, but the next second, He Yi still pressed the negative red light. Jiang Ziqian was coveted, and his hand was placed in the position of the red light.