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Chapter 235

There was an extra banner in his hand, Fang Yimeng held the banner in such a daze, and followed Lu Jingshan into the VIP guest seat.

The location of the VIP is on the second floor of the hall, which is not a perfect location.

According to the understanding of Gong Jia's arrangement at the time, she didn't want her friends to occupy the best place for fans to watch.

I have to say that Gong Jia sometimes thinks as if she was born to be an idol.

The oblique middle position on the second floor is specially reserved by Gong Jia for Fang Yimeng and Lu Jingshan.

"You said such an important concert, why didn't Shen Kairan come?"

As soon as Fang Yimeng sat down, she couldn't help grabbing Lu Jingshan's arm and whispering.

Lu did not respond to Fang Yimeng in time, but turned on the phone and placed the screen in front of Fang Yimeng.

I didn't seem to explain it, but on the phone screen, Shen Kairan sent countless background video images from the chat interface.

Everything worked out.

"What's the reason for his brash look?"

Looking at those short videos, Fang Yimeng really didn't understand what kind of operation it was.

At this moment, Lu Jingshan touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

"Small thoughts between boys."

"what?"

Fang Yimeng pretended not to hear clearly, and said a little louder.

It's that simple, and it quickly attracted the attention of fans around.

Lu Jingshan subconsciously raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat. Fang Yimeng wore a mask, so he wasn't afraid of being seen.

"Both of you are about 70 to [-] years old together, and you are ready to step into the coffin with one foot. Tell me about the little thoughts between boys?!"

She actually understood what Lu Jingshan meant, but she just wanted to see Lu Jingshan anxious, so she couldn't help but teasingly said.

"You stay quietly."

The man obviously didn't want to talk about this with Fang Yimeng. He grabbed Fang Yimeng's head with his long arm and pressed her into his arms with the other hand.

While the two were still fighting, the surrounding lights went dark.

Next to the big screen are the pre-recorded MV and VCR, the theme is no different from memory killing and sensational style.

Until the last girl with a graceful figure stood alone on the stage, holding a white microphone in the palm of her hand, surrounded by darkness, like a helpless poor person.

But in the next moment, the camera pulled back and saw the scene in front of the girl.

The lights of the large blue cheering sticks are waving excitedly like a blue ocean.

On the big screen, apparently a handwritten handwriting appeared on the blue sea.

【The blue waves are beautiful across Haeundae】

At this moment, the audience was almost full of screaming and boiling reactions.

I have to say that Fang Yimeng couldn't help admitting that it was a wonderful feeling to participate in a concert and devote himself to the atmosphere.

It seems that at this moment, all the dependence and all the pressure are given out, whether it is the joy of seeing the spiritual support, or releasing the pressure in the cry.

The joy of incomparable sinking is irreplaceable in all the scenes in life.

At this moment, a distant light appeared on the stage, shining it from a distance, and one could see a pure and flawless white microphone standing on the stage.

Gong Jia's typhoon is really stable, and it can be heard that the opening is full of microphones.

A few songs on the stage in the first half, a few chatters during the intermission, and the halftime passed quickly.

In the middle of the concert, it was almost time to play the second VCR.

According to the psychological direction of the emotional contrast in the plan, this juncture is the most appropriate time to heighten the climax.

Sure enough, the first picture that appeared on the big screen was Gong Jia practicing without makeup in the plain practice room.

The more pictures like this, the easier it is to gain empathy from fans.

Just when the fans were almost wailing, Gong Jia quickly changed into a DeVille suit and stood on the stage.

"Today's concert is the first time I have come back to China, and it is also the first time I have been with my compatriots."

While correcting the headset, she walked to the center of the stage holding the microphone.

At this moment, a blue ocean reappeared all around. Although the faces of these fans could not be seen, Gong Jia, standing on the stage, seemed to be able to see the tears-eyed babies behind each blue cheering stick.

"Thank you all for accompanying me on my ten-year star journey. Without you, I would not be where I am today."

"I am very grateful to all of you, who are far away overseas, and have worked hard to help me achieve good results."

"I've never forgotten you."

A simple sentence can be heard, and the sound of crying can be faintly heard. Gong Jia's stage makeup is heavy, and the lying silkworm has ordered a few diamonds, but her eyes are full of tears. Under the spotlight, she is like a luminous little angel.

"Thank you for your company."

She completely took off the earphones on her ears, and bowed deeply to every part of the stage.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all very much.

Enjoying the happiness of the stage is a two-way rush. People on the stage sweat, but they can satisfy their own happiness; people off the stage shed tears, and they can express all their emotions.

Such a beautifying activity was remembered by everyone present at this moment.

"Organizing a concert after returning to China is actually very difficult, because without the leadership of a local gold medal manager, many planning and design are not as good as before."

"So this concert, from how the stage seats are arranged, to the lighting and peripheral design, is almost all made by me alone watching the whole team. Here, I also want to thank my team."

Gong Jia raised her finger to the staff in the middle of the last row on the first floor who controlled the audio.

After everyone said thank you in unison, there were more tears in Gong Jia's eyes.

"In addition to my team, I have to thank one person."

She pointed in the direction of the second floor. The high beams were very powerful, and the light fell on the VIP guest seats in the center of the second floor. At the same time, the big screen projected that Fang Yimeng was holding a tissue and pressing the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, I would also like to thank Yi Meng. Without her help, the effect of this concert would be far from reaching my ideal state. She has paid a lot to help me realize my dream."

On the big screen, Fang Yimeng was surprised to find himself in front of everyone.

For a moment, she was somewhat embarrassed.

Subconsciously, he picked up the banner covering his legs and shook it in the direction of the camera.

The black and red banner, under the spotlight, can vaguely see sandpaper-like glitter, with Gong Jia's name printed on it, obviously this is an original banner made by fans themselves.

Thanks to Fang Yimeng, this banner appeared in Gongjia's sight.

(End of this chapter)