Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Their seats are in the front row. They are VIP seats that Fang Ideal entrusted someone to get. If they have longer hands, they can reach the stage by reaching out.

The stadium is open-air. On such a severe winter night, the venue is very hot. Fans have entered the stadium one after another. The stage is in the middle, and the surrounding stands are first higher than the first. From the vision of Zhou Xufang, both front and back It is a green sea.

After going in for more than twenty minutes, she was very hot, took off the scarf and Jiang Zhi held it for her.

As soon as the opening music rang, the screams followed, all the lights gathered in one place, the elevator platform slowly rose, and the slender and thin boy came out with a guitar on his back. He was wearing a white suit and was clean. Frost, with a coolness, does not like to laugh, pale and weak.

Fans screamed frantically, from chaos to uniformity.

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"..."

Every time, neatly.

Xiao Yunsheng walked to the middle of the stage, behind his band, he adjusted the microphone, and a clear voice came from the microphone: "I am Xiao Yunsheng."

A nineteen-year-old boy with high spirits, but with wind and frost in his eyes and thin eyes. He stood under the stage lights with the light falling on his face. His complexion was too fair, showing a bit sickly, so beautiful that he was not aggressive. He feels like jade, delicate but fragile.

The fans below all boiled, stood up and shouted.

"Ahhhhh-"

"Ahhhhh-"

Xiao Yunsheng’s debut time is not too long. He is also a singer and has not appeared in any film and television works. He has few commercials. His number of fans may not be as many as many flow artists, but he is definitely not a few in the showbiz.

After he came out, the screams never stopped.

Except for the very center of the stage, the lights on all sides were off. Jiang Zhi couldn't see Zhou Xufang's face. The two bow-tie corners on her head flashed green.

Jiang Zhi leaned over and asked in her ear, "Is it hard to feel your ears?" Her hearing was too sensitive, and he was worried that the sounds in the court would make her uncomfortable.

Zhou Xufang shook his head, his eyes sparkling: "It's not uncomfortable."

On the stage, Xiao Yunsheng had already started singing. It was a slow song with a little pastoral style. It was very comfortable to listen to. The fans consciously became quiet, with light sticks dancing in their hands, like green stars in the sky. shake.

Zhou Xufang looked at the stage attentively, his eyes crooked, he should be smiling: "Jianzhi, it's so lively and lively." She was very happy.

Seeing that she was happy and in a good mood, Jiang Zhi touched the horns on her headband: "Do you like it so lively?"

Zhou Xufang nodded vigorously: "I like it."

She is accustomed to being a person, always hiding and hiding. She doesn't know that there can be such wanton carnival in the bustle and bustle, and she doesn't know that it can also be such a big laugh in the carnival.

"Just like it." Jiang Zhi didn't have any interest in watching the concert. He looked at her, watched her head sway, watched her eyes blinked, watched her hands waving the light stick in her hands randomly.

Zhou Xufang had never been like this before. Before, she was always alone, without crying or smiling, with dark eyes and tight lips, she shrank in the corner coldly and did not talk to people. Do not look at people.

It's better now, smile beautifully.

Zhou Xufang tilted his head to look at him: "Do you feel noisy?"

It's very noisy.

Jiang Zhi shook his head: "It's not noisy, you can shout if you want, as long as you don't make your voice bad."

During the interlude, Fang Ideal next to him wailed.

Zhou Xufang was embarrassed to shout, so she waved the light sign vigorously, and whispered Xiao Yunsheng's name to the rhythm of the fans next to her.

Xiao Yunsheng sang three songs in succession. He spoke very little. It was obvious that he was quiet and did not like to communicate. Except for a few transitional words in the middle of the song title, the interaction with the fans was basically zero.

He had a pair of eyes that were more delicate than girls, and they were small inner pairs. When looking at people, they were filled with translucent stars. They were very bright, and they were a bit lonely and desolate.

"I don't know if you have come."

He speaks in the same tone as he sings, speaking slowly, as if telling a story: "This song is written for you." He stood in the center of the stage, carrying a guitar, and whispering the title of the song, "I really want to you."

With the prelude, the fans started shouting.

"Ahhhhh-"

"Ahhhhh-"

There were voices all around, and no one could hear who, Fang Ideal also shouted, red eyes shouting: "Xue Baoyi! Xue Baoyi! Xue Baoyi!"

She vented her anger, yelling: "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

Others may not be able to hear it, but Zhou Xufang heard it and turned to see Fang Ideal crying, his eyes red: "Ideal, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Ideal wiped his eyes and lied: "I am so happy to see Yunsheng." She sniffed and said in a crying voice, "I was so happy that I cried."

Wiping the tears from her face indiscriminately, she continued to scream, and continued to carve nonchalantly.

This song is very sad, and it is quiet until the end of the song. The lyrics are hard to listen to, and it will be sad to hear it. Many fans have red eyes.

A cool snowflake fell on his head, Zhou Xufang raised his head and continued with his hands.

"Jiang Zhi." She said, "It's snowing."

Xiaoxue was floating, slowly and slowly, refracted by the green light, like a glowing firefly.

The weather forecast was very accurate. It was said that there would be little snow at night. The fans who came to the concert brought raincoats, and Fang Ideal also took them out of the canvas bag and gave Zhou Xu a spinning one.

Jiang Zhi took it over and put on Zhou Xufang and a hat. The raincoat was transparent. The headband and hairpin on Zhou Xufang's head were shiny. She wore a big raincoat and hood. Photo, like a little witch.

Jiang Zhi asked his little witch: "Is it cold?"

"not cold."

He shook her hand, cold, took out the thermos cup in her backpack, poured a cup and covered it to her.

Zhou Xufang took off the mask, took a sip, her eyebrows frowned: "You put goji berries." She thought goji berries tasted strange and not good.

"Goji berries keep in good health."

"..." Her boyfriend changed, and her boyfriend became more and more old-fashioned.

"A few more sips."

"Oh." Zhou Xufang drank the water in the lid of the cup.

Jiang Zhi installed the thermos cup: "Put on the mask."

There were people all around, Zhou Xufang felt hot, and even drank hot water, her face was a little hot: "Don't wear it, I'm hot." She shook the light sign in her hand and hummed quietly.

Jiang Zhi unintentionally listened to the singing, and looked for the silhouette of the girl next to him in the light.

Snow was floating all over the sky, Xiao Yunsheng was singing quietly, his long eyelashes hanging down, and a white snowflake fell on it. When he raised his eyelashes, the snowflake melted into his eyes, and the translucent light looked like frosty flowers. The morning dew suddenly stopped.

After the interlude, there should have been a climax, but the sound stopped abruptly at this time.