Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

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

Gradually, the fans also calmed down. The accompaniment was still ringing. After more than ten seconds, Xiao Yunsheng still didn't speak any more, and there was no interaction. He looked at one place, intently, in a trance.

Since his debut, he has held six concerts in total. This is the first time that he has made a mistake in the middle of the concert.

The fans in the audience waited silently for a moment and began to chant his name.

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"..."

One after another, neat and uplifting.

Xiao Yunsheng's quietly drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and he recovered, raising his hand to signal the band behind to stop. After the accompaniment was muted, the fans also quieted down.

He walked to the stage and bowed to the audience: "Sorry, I made a mistake."

Fans are yelling, it's okay.

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng, come on!"

He stood in front of the upright microphone in the center of the stage again, and said to the band teacher: "Trouble again."

The accompaniment sounded again, he began to play and sing, his eyes crossed the crowd, after searching, he stopped, and never moved away.

"Xu Fang." Fang Ideal's voice was already dumb.

Zhou Xufang agreed: "Yeah."

Fang Ideal said loudly: "Xu Fang."

"heard it."

Fang Ideal said louder: "Xu Fang!"

It was too noisy all around, Zhou Xufang could only howl: "Hey!"

The two faced each other, and the conversation was like one at the top of the mountain and the other at the foot of the mountain. Fang Ideal shouted from the top of the mountain: "Yun Sheng seems to be looking at us."

Zhou Xufang at the foot of the mountain: "Hmm."

The people at the top of the mountain always felt that the people at the foot of the mountain couldn't hear, and desperately howled: "I said," she said loudly, "Yun Sheng seems to be watching us!"

Zhou Xufang: "I heard it."

Fang Ideal: "Huh?" Oh, I can't hear her, she can't help howling, "I said Yunsheng him--"

Zhou Xufang: "I heard it!"

The atmosphere is too hot, and the output depends on roaring.

During the midtime of the concert, the assisting guest came on stage, and Xiao Yunsheng temporarily left.

He changed his clothes and was patching up his makeup. The agent Yang Xi came over. Yang Xi is a tall man from the north and speaks with a heavy accent.

"What happened just now?"

He sat in front of the vanity mirror, his eyelashes lowered, absent-mindedly: "I made a mistake."

He didn't find his rhythm for nearly half a minute. This is a major mistake: "You have never made a mistake before." What's more, Yang Xi asked him, "Is your voice uncomfortable?"

He didn't know what he was thinking, he was unwilling, and there were waves in his calm eyes: "No."

It was true that the emperor was not in a hurry to die the eunuch. Yang Xi chased him and asked, "The sound and equipment are also okay. What about the ear return? Is it normal?"

"Ok."

The answer is perfunctory without explanation.

Xiao Yun was not very talkative and withdrawn, but he was self-disciplined and hardly caused Yang Xi to worry about it. This time it was a bit abnormal.

"Then why did you stop singing while singing?"

Xiao Yunsheng lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyebrows: "I forgot the words."

It is the first time that he has forgotten words.

It doesn't matter if you forget the words, it must be: "Why don't you pass the microphone to the fans if you forget the words?" At this time, just pass the microphone and shout ‘Ivy Batty’.

"Yun Sheng, look up."

He looked up and asked the makeup artist to touch up his makeup: "Forget about it."

Yang Xi: "..."

Forget it, this kid forgot his words for the first time, maybe he has no experience.

Yang Xi pinched her eyebrows and had a headache: "It must be headline tomorrow." The title is estimated to be a concert car accident.

This is estimated to be the first black material for Xiao Yunsheng, a zero-defect singer-songwriter.

He didn't seem to care very much. He raised his head to touch up his makeup, and the outline of his chin was very smooth: "After the singing is over, is it interactive?"

Looking up like this, the light shines, like a porcelain doll, delicate and fragile.

"Yes." Yang Xi knows that he dislikes interaction the most, so he can rest assured, "You don't need to talk too much, let the fans order songs and you just sing."

He suddenly turned his head, and there was always light flowing in his silent eyes, like something surging up and down: "Can you let her go on stage?"

Yang Xi was taken aback: "She?"

He looked away: "The person who ordered the song."

In the mirror, the slightly drooping eyelashes tremble slightly in front.

Yang Xi didn't notice it, and replied, "You don't need to be on stage, just give a microphone."

He hummed and said nothing.

Outside, a song by the guest has come to an end.

Assistant Duan Xiaoguang came in and asked, "Are you ready?"

The makeup artist is better than OK.

Duan Xiaoguang looked at the time: "There are still twenty seconds left on stage."

Xiao Yunsheng took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and went to the lifting area behind the stage.

The next song is a collaborative piece between Xiao Yunsheng and the guest singer.

At the beginning of the prelude, Duan Xiaoguang realized that something was wrong: "Brother Yang, Yunsheng seems to be in a bad state." Duan Xiaoguang observed the stage, and the more he looked at the stage, the more he felt wrong, "He has never looked at the assistant singer." No, no interaction at all.

The guest singers all looked at him a few times, but didn't get a response, they could only look back angrily.

After such a long distance, Yang Xi felt embarrassed: "What's the matter with him today?" It is estimated that this will also make headlines, and the title is that no one ignores the predecessors.

Duan Xiaoguang observed for a while: "He seems to be looking in the same direction all the time."

Yang Xi followed Xiao Yunsheng's gaze and looked at it: "Where is this?" It seemed to be a VIP area.

vvip area.

"Xu Fang," Fang Ideal leaned to Zhou Xufang's ear, "how do I feel that Yun Sheng has been looking at us."

Well, Zhou Xufang felt so too.

The girl sitting in front of them was very excited: "Oh my God! Yun Sheng is looking at me!" Excited, she slapped her companion, "He has been looking at me, ah ah ah ah -"

companion:"……"

The girl waved the light sign: "Yunsheng! Yunsheng I love you!"

Shouting that was hysterical.

A song is over, the girl is still shouting, the blood tank is empty, and she looks like she is going to faint.

Xiao Yunsheng thanked the sing-assist guests. The sing-assist guests waved their hands and left the stage. After the interactive part of the concert, Xiao Yunsheng looked at the audience: "Now I have to pick a fan to order the song."

The fans below almost swiped their hands.

Normally, at this time, it depends on who is active, who has special lights, and whose sister or brother looks distinctive.

"I am I!"

——The call from the girl in the front row of Fang Ideal.

The coat that the girl was wearing was covered with photos of Xiao Yunsheng. Fortunately, Fang Ideal had no intensive phobia.

"Yunsheng! Yunsheng here!"

"Choose me! Choose me! Choose me!"

This girl was going crazy, and Xiao Yunsheng did indeed look over there.

"Come here and see, ahhhhhhh!!" The decibel when the girl screamed was high.

Zhou Xufang subconsciously leaned back a bit.

As soon as she moved, Jiang Zhi realized: "Is it too noisy?"

"A little."

Her hearing was too sensitive, and the girl in front was too agitated. From the beginning of her singing until now, the cry has not stopped. The long-term high-pitched stimulation made Zhou Xufang's eardrum a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhi covered her ears: "Is this better?"

His hands are so cold.

Zhou Xufang nodded, put his hand in his sleeve, and put his sleeve on Jiang Zhi's hand.

On the stage, Xiao Yunsheng's voice was soft, and asked in such a gentle and careful manner: "The third row, the girl in the green down jacket, can you come on stage?"

The third row, the green down jacket...

Fang Ideal was stunned for three seconds, looked left and right, and finally pointed at herself in disbelief: "...Is it me?" Her eyes widened. The mood of winning a huge lottery ticket is indescribable. of.

All eyes from all directions focused on the past.

Fang Ideal is about to scream--

The beautiful boy on the stage fixed his eyes quietly, and slowly said, "Mr. in the green sweater, the girl in the green down jacket next to him."

The gentleman in the green sweater is Jiang Zhi, and the girl in the green down jacket beside him——

It is Zhou Xufang.

Jiang Zhi immediately picked up the light sign and blocked the camera.

"I can't go down." Xiaoxue, who stopped and rested, was blown up and down by the wind. Xiao Yunsheng stood in the light in the middle of the stage, noisy and noisy, his eyes were still quiet, "Can you come up?"

His tone was earnest.

There are fans in the audience urging people to go up.

Jiang Zhi didn't like this unexpected change very much, which made him very passive. He blocked Zhou Xufang's face with his hand: "Want to go up?"

Zhou Xufang nodded.

It's no longer a question of wanting to go up, but can't refuse. With so many eyes watching, if Zhou Xu can't get up, she might make headlines tomorrow.

Jiang Zhi put on her mask: "I'm waiting for you here." He took off the light sign and said, "Go."

She said yes, got up from her seat and was led by the staff.

Xiao Yunsheng stood on the top and waited, her hand holding the microphone slightly squeezed. After she came on stage, she didn't seem to adapt to the strong light on the stage. She squinted her eyes slightly, not too close. She stood four or five meters away. local.

"You," he opened his mouth, and he remembered raising the microphone in his hand, "what's your name?"

She said: "My last name is Zhou."

She didn't want to expose too much in the camera, only said the last name.

Xiao Yunsheng stood sideways, looking at her. He hadn't spoken for a long time. The snow was still falling, and thin sweat came down his temples.

The stage was silent.

The noise in the audience kept on.

"Why doesn't Yun Sheng speak?"

"Be nervous, we Yunsheng have never liked interacting with people."

"Come on Yunsheng!"

"You're the best!"

"..."

From time to time, fans shouted two sentences.

A voice came out from the microphone, and the tone became clearer: "What song do you want to listen to?"

Zhou Xufang said: "Anything is fine."

Looking at it from such a distance, she felt more and more that he resembled the thin boy, especially his eyes, which were rare and clear.

Xiao Yunsheng moved a chair in front of her. It was the one he was sitting on when he was playing and singing. After standing for a while, a thin layer of snow fell on the chair. He wiped it off with his sleeve, "Is it okay to sit here?"

Zhou Xufang nodded, sitting on his side because he didn't want to get into the camera.

After she was seated, Xiao Yunsheng picked up the guitar on the ground, and then reported a song title to the accompaniment.

Zhou Xufang has heard this song, which is very suitable for snowy days. The lyrics are warm and sad. She likes Xiao Yunsheng's song because it contains stories.

It was snowing, and the boy on the stage slowly sang: "The lakeside of Arce is full of moonlight, and it rains there. I am looking for you in the blue sky..."

Fang Ideal also hummed along, crying a bit.

The girl sitting in front of her, the girl who screamed all night, finally calmed down: "Why do you sing this song?" There were two tears in her eyes, "I cried once when I listen to this song. "

The companion said: "I saw Yun Sheng's eyes red."

"He seems to be crying."

The girl is also crying.

This song is tuned slowly. From the first note to the last note, the audience is very quiet, or listen silently, or follow it softly.

The last sound was put away, and there was an instant clamour below, and thunderous applause, fans shouted Xiao Yunsheng's name in unison.

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"Xiao Yunsheng!"

"..."

He put the guitar down, walked to the chair, bent down, and hugged the girl sitting on the chair. He didn't touch her with his hand. He left it in the air, with his fingers curled up and flushed with cold.

"Are you 017?"

Zhou Xufang's voice is so small that ordinary people cannot hear it.

Xiao Yunsheng took off the wheat from his collar: "Long time no see, 011."

Zhou Xufang smiled.

Idols are my former friends, which is a very happy thing.

The fans in the audience were screaming frantically.

Xiao Yunsheng released his hand, retreated to a polite distance, picked up the guitar again, and said, "There is snow on the ground, the road is slippery, you go slowly."

Zhou Xufang nodded, stepped on the half-melted snow and walked off the stage. Turning back halfway, the boy on the stage was still standing in place, smiling lightly.

The person who doesn't like to laugh is especially beautiful when he smiles. The desolation in his eyes has sprouted, with color, and no longer so sad.

The excitement on the stage continued. Xiao Yunsheng had already ordered the second fan to come on stage. It was a fan from the mountain top seat, and that fan ordered a cheerful song.

After Zhou Xufang sat down, Jiang Zhi wiped the snow off her head: "Is that him? The boy in the laboratory." He saw the stormy waves in Xiao Yunsheng's eyes.

Zhou Xufang glanced at the stage: "Well, it's him."

"What did he tell you?"

"Say long, long time no see."

It's been a long time, until the youth faded away from immaturity and grew up as an adult.

The snow fell and heavier, and the boys on stage also put on green raincoats. Jiang Zhi accompanied Zhou Xufang to listen to the second half. After the end, Fang Ideal's voice was already hoarse.

As soon as the three of them reached the exit, Zhou Xufang stopped.

"what happened?"

There were a lot of noisy sounds behind, Zhou Xufang listened intently for a while: "Someone is calling Miss Zhou."

Jiang Zhi looked back, and someone really caught up.

"Miss Zhou," a young man, tall and thin, running in a hurry, still panting, asked Zhou Xufang, "Can you delay your effort for a while?"

Zhou Xufang did not answer.

Jiang Zhi asked her: "Do you recognize him?"

She shook her head.

"I'm Xiao Yunsheng's assistant." Duan Xiaoguang introduced himself and showed the listing of the staff on the spot. At the same time, Zhou Xu Fang said, "It is not convenient for Yunsheng to come out. Could you please come over?"

Zhou Xufang looked at Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi replied on her behalf: "I can't be alone, my girlfriend has to be with me."

Duan Xiaoguang actually didn't know what he was going to do to call someone over, but Xiao Yunsheng asked him to ask him, saying that he must invite the girl who interacted with him over.

Duan Xiaoguang thought for a while, and asked the girl's boyfriend: "Will it take you a while?"

Jiang Zhi still wanted to ask Zhou Xufang's wishes: "Go?"

Zhou Xufang thought for a while and nodded.

Jiang Zhi said to the other side's ideal: "I will ask someone to pick you up."

Fang Ideal waved his hand quickly: "No need, I will go back by myself." She was in a surging mood at this moment. She had a hunch that there must be something between her idol and her girlfriend.

The couple of Zhou Xufang had been taken away by Xiao Yunsheng's assistant, Fang Ideal immediately took out the newly bought mobile phone and sent Zhou Xufang to WeChat.

Fang Ideal: "Xu Fang Xu Fang."

Fang Ideal: "Signature!"

Fang Ideal: "Help! Me! Want! Sign! Name!"

Zhou Xufang: "Good."

Fang Ideal: [Love You] GIF.

Zhou Xufang: "."

Fang Ideal: [Bixin] GIF.

Zhou Xufang: "."

This obsessive-compulsive disorder nowhere to be placed.

Fang Ideal stopped posting pictures, otherwise Zhou Xufang could post the full stop until dawn, and she pulled the mask and scarf and was about to evacuate.

Someone later called her: "Fang Ideal?"

It was entirely due to conditioned reflex, Fang Ideal immediately turned his head.

The other party was just like her, she was also very tightly wrapped, and was pleasantly surprised to see her: "It's really you."

Fang ideal calmly: "No."

"I recognize it."

The other party is very tasteful in dress, not pixelated, and wrapped like this, she should be an insider. Fang Ideal didn't have a long official debut time. There are no strong friends in the circle, just a few plastic flowers, so she Don't plan to come to a'remembering the old', and decisively refuse to admit: "You have admitted the wrong person."