Note: "Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen

The cover of Faye Wong is also very recommended

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"I don't know if Han Jue will appear today."

"It shouldn't be possible. Didn't the organizer say Han Jue won't be on stage? Well, because of technical reasons."

"It's technical reasons again."

"Who made him have that problem?"

"Hey, don't talk too early, then do you still think about Weite? The hacker is framing Han Jue, and it may not have really invaded the computer."

"Hey! Man, you're behind the scenes. Just half an hour ago, the hacker updated Weite again and posted a few videos copied from Han Jue's computer."

"Shet! It's true and fake... Why didn't I see it? I'm sure it's not Onion News?"

"Hahaha, if you don't study Chinese well, you can only read the second-hand information. If you search later, there should be an English-class team or porter on Twitter that translated the video."

"Well, if that hacker didn't lie, then Han Jue deserves his guilt... But to be honest, if Han Jue didn't today, this music festival wouldn't be interesting."

“…can’t agree anymore.”

Two passers-by talked in front of Coben, who passively pulled the conversation into full circle.

For similar discussions, Coben had heard of the short fifty meters walking in from the door, which had been heard by now at least ten times.

Today, most of the audiences who came to the music festival were talking about Han Jue. For example, he saw two little girls expecting Han Jue to appear unexpectedly in the middle of the show. Five hippies with national flag patterns on their faces agreed to the organizer's removal from Han Jue, two college students dressed in jerseys were feeling unfair for Han Jue, three gentle and middle-aged people were discussing [whether they should be treated fairly and objectively with the works of some morally problematic artists], and the rest were all kinds of people who were sorry for missing Han Jue's scene.

They are all boring, and Coben is bored with these discussions.

He knew Han Jue and had heard Han Jue's songs, but he only liked a few of them. He had no idea about what happened to Han Jue recently. He just felt that if he was Han Jue, he would definitely choose to die. Whether it was shame or anger or sad, wouldn't it be good? The former can calm the anger of fans, while the latter can slap everyone who misunderstood him. It is a performance art, using death to mock the world, and using death to refuse to be with this world full of garbage. If he was Han Jue, he would definitely do this.

Well... I should be able to use a gun. While thinking, Coben changed his pace and moved away from the two passers-by who were still talking about Han Jue, and walked to the small shop selling beverages in the music festival venue.

There were many people in the shop, and he finally got there and wanted to buy wine, but the shop did not have any alcohol to sell.

Coben couldn't think of what a music festival that could not drink would be bad. But everything in front of him was still within Coben's patience. Although he was forced to come to this music festival today.

He is not a music fan who loves to participate in music festivals. His favorite music is heavy metal rock, which can usually be heard only underground. He finds all the music that can be performed at music festivals too popular, too gentle, and too boring.

Ke Pengnong didn't plan to attend any music festival, but his sister Amy dragged him out of the room, saying that he hadn't left the house for too long and was dead and needed to bask in the sun to feel the music.

Coben couldn't stand his sister's disturbance and had to come out with her.

After paying three times the usual price to buy two drinks, Coben left the shop, evaded in the crowd, and returned to the place where his sister Amy was waiting for him.

When Coben saw Amy, she was holding her cell phone and looking at something with anger.

"Damn it!" she shouted gritting her teeth.

Koben handed over the drink, not intending to ask in detail what had happened.

Amy seemed to know this, so she took the initiative to explain the matter.

"Do you know? That hacker actually presented new evidence! It's so hateful!" She chewed the gum in her mouth very quickly, and every stroke was very hard.

Ke Ben knew that his sister was a loyal fan of Han Jue, so he grabbed tickets to the music festival early, and was largely aimed at Han Jue.

"Yeah." Coben responded coldly. He knew about this when he heard someone's conversation just now. However, even if he didn't hear a conversation among passers-by, now the first time he heard such a thing, his reaction would not be anything but plain.

"Let's go, the front starts." Coben reminded Amy. They arrived late. The front of the stage ahead was already full of people. Several people who could not see their identities and appearance were debugging instruments on the stage, proving that the performance was about to begin.

"No, wait a little longer, I'll see what videos were posted. You know, the technology is very developed now, so hackers may post face-changing videos or post-processing videos..." Amy held her phone and refused to move forward.

Ke Binben is not interested in music festivals, and since Amy is not in a hurry, he naturally won't be in a hurry either.

Amy stared at her phone, but there were too many people on the scene and the environment was too noisy. Even if she wore headphones, she couldn't hear what was being said in the video, so she could only use her hands to cover the sunlight above the screen and barely watch the silent picture.

"I fell down and ate shit, and then I was knocked down with a punch, okay... Fake, it's Han Jue, Fake! Could it be that the hacker hacker really did Han Jue's private computer? Damn it!"

Amy put away her cell phone, sat by the flower bed for a while, then stood up and walked forward.

Coben followed Amy. They stood almost at the end of the crowd, as if hundreds of meters away from the stage. Coben thought in his heart, it was great, and another day wasted.

Amy was still obsessed with the newly uploaded videos of the hacker and murmured: "Why do I feel familiar? I feel like I have seen them somewhere..."

Amy's unwilling thought was interrupted by a cheer from the front to the back.

The performance has begun.

The singer appeared on the stage in the distance and waved to the audience below. The audience cheered enthusiastically and responded.

The first person who performed on stage was an old singer who was very calm and interacted with the audience with ease for a few words. After picking up the guitar, the old singer picked up the guitar and got to the point and started the performance.

Amy slowly entered the atmosphere of the scene, her expression slowly became cheerful, and sometimes she sang along with her.

Koben put his hands in his pockets and just listened silently.

This charity music festival held every five years really brings together big-name singers from all over the United States. Every singer who goes on stage is a well-known and powerful singer. Even though he has never heard of the other person's music much, he has at least heard the other person's name many times in his life.

The singers went on stage one by one and then came down, and it was time for Han Jue to appear in the original plan.

"I hope Han Jue will appear, I hope Han Jue will appear..." Amy closed her hands together and prayed that Han Jue could make a miraculous appearance.

I don’t know how many people at the scene did this in their hearts.

But the miracle didn't happen in the end.

After Han Jue's previous singer performed on the list, the next singer Han Jue appeared on the list. Han Jue was really harmonious with technical reasons.

Coben clearly heard a sigh of sigh at the scene.

But the atmosphere was quickly heated up by the exciting music.

After listening to the performances of several singers, Amy's interest gradually diminished and finally came to Coben's ear and said that she wanted to go back, and it was too boring here.

I was unable to see Han Jue's performance, and the purpose of this trip was basically invalid. The performances of the remaining singers were just like that. During this period, several classic works were re-interpreted, which ignited the audience. However, the old singer's singing skills were really bad. The scene was like a car accident. Some sang to the most difficult part, so they handed the microphone to the audience, saying that they were interacting with the audience.

Amy doesn't want to stay here anymore.

Cohen has no objection.

The two of them rushed out.

There were many audiences who also meant to leave. Coburn and Amy heard some people cursing about what happened in front of the venue. Just now, an old rock band performed together again after many years. The audience was very excited and jumped and sang, but the security guards were cold-faced and ordered them not to dance. Another singer wanted to jump off the stage and interact with the audience, but was pressed down by a group of security guards and pushed back to the stage.

"If you have strength but not strength, you don't have the atmosphere, it's a big deal to listen to such a music festival! It's better to go home and listen to tapes!" That's what they said.

Coben and Amy slowly walked to the periphery of the crowd.

At this moment, a person who seemed to be the organizer stood on the stage after a performance, holding a microphone, as if he wanted to say something.

Some viewers who were about to leave gradually stopped and planned to listen to what the guy on the stage was going to say, but Copin and Amy were still walking out, but after listening to the first sentence, Copin was pulled by Amy.

"Because of technical reasons, Han Jue has confirmed that he cannot perform..." Someone in the audience made dissatisfied boo, but these booed booed by the applause of others, "But! This time we invited another heavyweight musician who is no less powerful than Han Jue, that is-"

Is there a heavyweight musician in the United States who is no less powerful than Han Jue?

Who? Why are such musicians not on the list before?

The audience's curiosity was suddenly lifted.

The audience calmed down and waited for the suspense to be revealed.

The organizer announced the answer: "...that is - Gu An!"

After two seconds of stunned silence, the audience suddenly started to make a noise like a boiling warm water.

In the United States, as long as a person listens to music and Han Jue's music, this person must know [Gu An]. It is said that Han Jue can be dedicated to the gods, and this mysterious creator named Gu An is a great contribution. Although the organizer deliberately confused Gu An's strength with Han Jue's strength and was suspected of being a fuss, when he heard Gu An's live performance today, the audience still cheered in unison.

Compared to Han Jue, the rumored genius musician Gu An has been loved by the American people from beginning to end. According to legend, Gu An was born in the United States and grew up in China. He has good ingredients, innocent wealth and strong strength. He is determined to contribute to the development of American music. He is very great and mainly mysterious. No matter who his fans are, the audience can't hate Gu An. The news of Gu An's appearance is indeed an unexpected joy for them.

"Finally! I can finally see what Gu An looks like!"

"Although I'm very excited, with Gu An's singing skills..."

"Just because Gu An's singing skills are trash, it's very likely that he only sang this time!"

Most viewers are delighted to be "Making a lot! Making a lot!"

Amy grabbed Coben and walked back into the crowd. She said excitedly: "Let's go later!!" Judging from her meaning, this time she couldn't hear Han Jue's voice, but she could also hear the songs that Han Jue sang.

Coben shrugged indifferently, saying that he could stay and didn't mind wasting ten more minutes.

After the organizer ignited everyone's expectations, he trotted off the stage without wasting a second.

The audience became quiet, and everyone was waiting for Gu An to walk from one side of the stage to the center.

They only knew that Gu An created one song with a variety of styles, but except Han Jue, no one seemed to see Gu An really like him. They were full of curiosity about everything about Gu An.

However, the stage has been empty, and there are not even members of the band accompaniment live.

After a while, a picture suddenly appeared on the big screen behind the stage.

A recording studio appeared on the screen, which contained a piano, guitar, drums, bass, and various other instruments. A man wearing a black sports sweatshirt walked into the picture and could not see his face. The man walked to the front of the piano, turned his back to the camera, and sat down.

The cheers below became stagnant like cement, and gradually turned into noisy talk.

"What the hell is it a remote singing?"

"The person still hasn't arrived at the scene? This is too mysterious..."
To be continued...