Not to mention that Tony is preparing for a blind date banquet, on the other hand, as time goes by, the World Youth Singer Competition is also in full swing.

Because there are too many contestants in the World Youth Singer Competition, and the official competition stipulates that it must be concentrated during the competition. Therefore, New York Port, a New York Port, which covers a huge area, has many high-rise warehouses, and is not dense. After all, this competition was held by government departments and supported by major consortiums, so it seems that nothing wrong is that it is directly divided into a field to make the competition land in New York Port.

Located on the east-west bank of the Hudson Estuary on the southeast coast of New York State in northeastern United States, it is the largest city and one of the major seaports in the United States. It is the third largest container port in the United States and the largest port for the United States to export scrap metal.

Although the port operation was slightly affected by the World Youth Singer Competition, the guild that controls the port department still turned a blind eye to the face of the money.

Now the competition has entered the third stage. The rules of this stage are very strange. The music rhythm recognition system developed by the famous technology company Hammer Group is still the same waterproof feeling that makes people complain. As long as you reach the 60-point level, you can enter the fourth round of the competition.

The time spent in each round is two weeks inside and outside. The repeated competitions have caused people to lose their initial enthusiasm for the World Youth Singer Competition. If most of the United States were paying attention to this competition before, the number of people has definitely decreased by one-third now. But even so, the competition is still going on, making people who don’t understand confused. I don’t know why the government is just like a slap in the brain and spends so much financial resources. Or, even the contestants don’t know.

Draven Zhong is one of them. He has been working hard in New York for many years at the age of 24. Although he is still dreaming of music, he doesn’t know how long he can hold on. After all, the high spending in New York made him, a middle- and lower-class people, cannot accept it at all. Of course, the reason for his failure is not just because he plays the niche soul music, but maybe his yellow skin looks the same.

"After the third round of selection, the difficulty should be even higher." Draven walked outside casually.

‘If you really lose the election, go home and inherit your father’s restaurant. It just so happened that tonight, it should be the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Eastern Lunar New Year. Call my father and tell them my decision…’ Draven thought to himself, and walked to the streets to blow the sea breeze and appreciate the scenery of the New York Harbor Pier. After wandering in New York for so long, he has never visited it well.

Night enveloped the entire city, the moonlight was blocked by faint clouds, and one or two street lights were thrilling, light and dark.

A strong wind blew, making Draven feel a little cold.

For some reason, Draven only felt that the whole street was quiet and the bustling New York Harbor Pier actually gave him the feeling of a small town in his hometown.

A gust of wind blew, and Draven couldn't help but hit the cicada, licking her dry lips, feeling a little nervous.

‘Let’s go back.’ Draven, who was trembling in his heart, thought this way and prepared to go back. By the way, he picked up his cell phone and prepared to make a call to his roommate, who is also a contestant in the World Youth Singer Competition.

"Beep...beep...beep..." He turned his phone into amplification mode, as if this could enhance his courage. With the sound of the phone connecting, Draven accelerated his pace and walked on the road, but the road back seemed to be getting more and more, and the originally hazy moonlight became darker, which made his heart pound for some reason.

The moonlight became dimmer and the street lights that were originally flickering were also suddenly turned off.

black!

It's really black!

At the endless end, darkness enveloped Draven. At this time, the sixth sense drove him to run forward!

"Bowen Street,? Where is Boowen Street...?" Draven, who had been running along the seaside, was looking for the street signs in the darkness.

Suddenly, he saw a big road sign in front of him, so he ran over to see if it led to his residence.

"Town, Zhenhun Street? What kind of street is this?" Draven, who approached and looked at the street sign and subconsciously read out the sound, was a little confused.

"Dingdong Dingdong..." At this moment, a sound of piano suddenly appeared in Draven's ears.

He subconsciously looked in the sound and saw a man dressed in white and blue clothes suddenly appear in front of him.

A man is like a young man who came out of the ancient East when he was a child. For some reason, even on the dark night, Draven could see the person clearly.

He was holding a guqin in his hand, and his waist-length black hair was combed and tied behind his head with a gray hair crown. He was tied with a wooden hairpin. The wooden hairpin was carved with a few bamboos, which looked delicate and green.

If a man wears a hairpin on his head, it looks a bit tacky, but this person has a sense of nobleness. The sound of the piano was played by this person. However, the piano in his hand looks so broken, as if it was broken and will soon turn into several pieces.

The young man walked slowly, as if he was walking out of the painting. Every step he took seemed to be walking in the passing time, full of the sedimentation of history. Originally, he felt that the sea breeze at night was blowing like a knife, but he could only swing the corners of a man's clothes, giving him a feeling of floating in the air.

If Draven had a good vocabulary, he would have known that in the ancient East, there was a word that was specifically used to act like this. It was called a romantic figure!

"It's Mid-Autumn Night again, but you are gone. So who should I talk about my piano music..."

The man frowned slightly, muttering with a very painful expression.

"Who are you?" Draven swallowed unconsciously and asked subconsciously.

"..." Hearing Draven's voice, the man turned his head and held Draven. Then he smiled as if he had noticed something.

He had a kind of elegant charm like a noble doctor. With such a smile, it seemed that all the words about beauty were condensed.

"Is it just a descendant...well, this is also fate. I..."
Chapter completed!