The shadow of the past and the present arrives

Chapter 55

November NO.11.

There are still a few hours before the start of the concert, and there are already huge crowds of people outside the stadium, holding cheering items such as fluorescent sticks in their hands, and everyone's face is full of excitement.

This is their idol. Accompanied by their idol, they have gone from an unknown little singer to today, holding a concert with tens of thousands of people in such a big stadium.

When they saw Sun Feier bouncing and singing early dance music on the stage, many people shed tears and shouted the idol's name hoarsely. I know, I just know to use my best strength to shout to this kind of people.

At the end of a song, Sun Feier took a slight breath, looking at the wave-like glow sticks below and the sound of hitting wave after wave, that was calling her name again.

Sun Feier suddenly understood why so many singers burst into tears while singing.

She also had a sore nose at this moment, but she controlled it very well, picked up the microphone, "I said that there will be a mysterious guest in this concert, do you remember?"

"Remember--"

Deafening sound.

Sun Feier suddenly showed a bright smile, and said loudly, "She is very shy. I asked her for a long time before agreeing. You must be more enthusiastic later."

"I invite my best friend—Song Weimu!"

As soon as Sun Feier finished speaking, the prelude to "Young Master Lian" sounded, but the magnetic male voice did not appear, but Song Weimu's crisp voice sounded, "Young lady strayed into my mansion and kept staring at me, Don't you want to stay here? My Bailian Garden is full of wonderful things, even in autumn, it's also..."

When Song Weimu's exquisite face appeared on the big screen, the deafening screams came again.

Song Weimu is dressed in neutral this time, wearing a tight little suit, tall and tall, with his hair tied in a bunch at the back, if he doesn't speak, he looks like a male and female boy.

In this face-based world, such a face is too lethal. Didn't you hear the screams below?

Sun Feier pretended to be unhappy and put on a straight face, "Oh, you said you loved me just now, but you changed your target so quickly, no, I'm desperate for this world that looks at faces!"

Sun Feier seldom made such a gesture of a little girl. As soon as he made it, the people below who were still screaming beautiful boys immediately shifted their targets and told their idol at the highest volume that you are the one I love the most!
Song Weimu laughed softly, turned around and wanted to leave, "It seems that I'm the one who is unwelcome, it's better to leave, after a thousand years, my lady, you are becoming more and more ruthless, what about dying for love?"

Booming laughter came from below, mixed with a sentence or two of "together" and "together".

The two joked around for a while, Sun Feier went down to change clothes and makeup, and replenished his energy a little bit, Song Weimu looked at the overwhelming light sticks below, and suddenly understood why so many people in this world like to be stars. People cheer for you, you are the center, and once this feeling is addictive, it is very difficult to quit.

Song Weimu looked distressed, "Today is Phil's concert, and it stands to reason that I have to sing to suit the occasion. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at singing, so I have to play a song for you."

The guzheng over there has been lifted up, playing the qin in a suit is easy to make a show, but today Song Weimu doesn't plan to play any elegant tunes, it's too cruel for a group of boys and girls who are used to pop music to experience the mountains and rivers.

And she couldn't get rid of the excited atmosphere after finally getting up, she was going to show off her skills today.

In short, three words, fast hands.

A piano and a pair of white and slender hands appeared on the LED screen at the back. The dazzling face was not revealed at all. Dial, and said the last sentence to the microphone, "Look good."

Those hands fiddled with the 21 strings, and the beginning was neither fast nor slow, only to hear the sound of the zither, and everyone felt strange at first. The eyes of the person staring at the screen gradually became bigger, and even the mouth became O-shaped.

Those hands are guaranteed to be well maintained, as tender as green onions, with well-proportioned and slender fingers, without any blemishes, and without any ornaments on them. At first, they just stared at her hands, and then... they still stared at her hands.

(End of this chapter)