On the day of the music festival.
The music festival starts at 7pm and continues until 10:30pm.
During the three and a half hours, many well-known singers and groups will perform passionately, and the organizer even invited Linghua Zeng Yi. Not surprisingly, it is another disco scene with tens of thousands of people.
"Nianwei, don't be nervous, it's not a competition."
The music festival has already started, and the semi-open exhibition hall makes the space more open. For a music festival hosted by the sea, one-third of the seats are arranged next to the beach. Not to mention that the seats are packed tonight, everyone on the beach can't help but feel happy. Buy a ticket and hear this musical feast.
Aunt Liu comforted Fang Nianwei. She hadn't spoken much since she was putting on makeup, which made Aunt Liu worried about whether she was nervous.
But in fact Wang Anruo was just thinking about things.
"Did you give him the ticket?" Wang Anruo turned to look at Aunt Liu: "Did he accept it?"
Aunt Liu nodded: "You have asked me several times, Nianwei. If you care so much, why don't you go and give him the ticket yourself?"
Wang Anruo stopped talking.
"Besides, if he really cares about you, he won't need others to give him tickets, he will just come and see it himself."
Wang Anruo still didn't speak.
Zhu Cheng knocked on the door: "Fang Nianwei."
"Please come in."
"Fang Nianwei, you know you are the last one to appear, right?"
Zhu Cheng held the performance schedule given by the staff in his hand and said: "You will go on stage after ten o'clock and sing a total of four songs, all of which you have been good at before."
Wang Anruo nodded, "I understand, Aunt Liu has already told me."
"Don't feel any pressure, it's not a competition."
"Aunt Liu also said it."
"Really?" Zhu Cheng looked at Aunt Liu and nodded: "Well done."
After a pause, he continued: "Although you can't have any psychological pressure, you can't underestimate this music festival too much. If the audience starts to leave when you come on stage, marketing accounts will leave comments criticizing you. Excuse...Although Mo Ying has been miserable recently, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse."
Mo Ying has been dug up a lot of dirty information recently, and is busy with public relations.
No one knows who is behind her. They only know that in addition to Mr. Chen Yu and Mr. Chen who have been active recently, other forces have begun to intervene... The relevant personnel have even begun to check Mo Ying's taxes.
Aunt Liu was displeased when she heard this: "Then this schedule is too unfavorable for us. Not to mention the last one to appear, the show is almost over. How can we ensure that the audience stays? Nianwei is not a professional singer. Today, except for true fans, , there are few people who sing to Nian Wei, right?"
Zhu Cheng sighed: "There is no way. You also said that Fang Nianwei is an actor by profession and a part-time singer... Those who appeared in front are all seniors. You can't be earlier than Phoenix Legend, right? They both started singing at nine o'clock! "
"Who else is in front?"
"Uncle came here to curse... No, curse Raper."
"..."
After Zhu Cheng left, Aunt Liu sighed again and patted Wang Anruo on the shoulder: "Don't listen to Mr. Zhu. The occupancy rate has nothing to do with us. You just have to work hard to sing your own song."
Wang Anruo smiled: "Mr. Zhu is doing it for my own good. If I perform well at this music festival, there will be more music announcements. Then if my songs become popular in the future, I can also hold my own concert."
"I feel relieved if you think so." Aunt Liu smiled and sighed: "Then after you come on stage, just sing with your eyes closed, and don't look at how far the audience has gone below."
"Um……"
Wang Anruo nodded and listened to the opening remarks of the host outside, but did not hear any other commotion.
This made her a little uneasy.
If he came and was recognized, regardless of how the audience would react, the host would have to say something, right?
Time passed by little by little. The old uncle’s rap and the passion of Phoenix Legend ignited the music festival. The old uncle even sang an original rap song with Zeng Yi, which once again pushed the atmosphere to the climax.
But a music festival is not going to be crazy all the way. There are ups and downs. After all the big-name stars sang, the overly excited audience slowly calmed down.
"It's really not in vain!" A young couple wiped the sweat from their heads as they watched the end of the Phoenix Legend: "It's already autumn and you're still sweating all over me!"
"I want to drink juice."
"Let's go for a walk outside? There should be nothing behind."
"Aren't there a few more? Li Qingshan...Fang Nianwei."
"Li Qingshan can't do it, Fang Nianwei...she can do filming, but she can't sing either."
"Is "Aegean" pretty good?"
"Look at the flyer. She sang all the songs from the past. There is no "Aegean" today."
"Okay then, let's go drink Mixue Bingcheng."
By the time Wang Anruo came on stage, less than half of the audience had left.
There were almost no people on the brightly lit beach in the distance.
Everyone went home to sleep at ten o'clock. It was not a music festival held on a holiday. I came to see it after work at seven o'clock, and it was time to leave at ten o'clock.
Wang Anruo has been mentally prepared for a long time. After all, he is not a full-time singer and cannot compare with the seniors in front of him. Even today, most people in the music festival came for them.
When it comes to my last game, it’s not bad to have only half of it left.
"Fang Nianwei, come on!"
The moment the prelude of the song started playing, someone in the audience was cheering and cheering.
Wang Anruo looked at the audience in shock, but was a little disappointed.
They were strangers, probably fans, holding their own light signs, cheering in the audience in twos and threes.
After being disappointed for a moment, she cheered up again.
It's enough to have the support of her fans. This is her persistence to embark on the path of becoming an idol.
The melodious singing echoed both inside and outside the stage, and Wang Anruo was completely immersed in the singing.
I just looked at the audience from time to time, expecting to see that person.
Why not?
She didn't understand and felt a little disappointed, so she chose to close her eyes, sing her own song and do her job well.
Soon the third song came, and Wang Anruo was completely in the zone, but the noise in her ears still caught her attention.
"what happened?"
Aunt Liu, who was watching everything in the background, was worried about Fang Nianwei, fearing that no one would be left at the end of the song, leaving only Fang Nianwei's fans.
As a result, there were more and more people singing.
Just like the opening of a music festival, many spectators entered the venue one after another, and it only took one minute for the venue to be filled again!
"Where do these people come from?"
Zhu Chengdu was dumbfounded and at a loss.
An organizer came over quickly and said, "Boss Zhu, what's going on? The person you arranged? All the other companies have gone back."
"How is that possible?" Zhu Cheng shook his head, then thought of something, and looked confident with his hands behind his back: "Maybe it's Fang Nianwei's influence. You see, although we are at the last one, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley!"
Wang Anruo on the stage also noticed something strange, but she was the closest, so she saw more.
Among the spectators entering the venue, there were even some holding banners.
The words on it are too far away to be seen clearly.
But there were three words in it that she could never mistake.
Qin Wuxiang!
A young couple hurried back to the scene with fruit tea from Mixue Bingcheng in their hands.
"I almost missed it. The organizer didn't say Qin Wuxiang would hold a handshake party at the end of the festival!"
"Where is he?"
"Are you also a fan of Qin Wuxiang?"
"Isn't this nonsense? Five out of ten young people are his fans, seven have read his books, and at least nine have heard of Trisolaris. Even if you are following the trend, you still have to come and see it. If you don't come, you won't come in vain. , anyway, I have the votes.”
After singing the third song, Wang Anruo finally saw the person he had longed for.
Qin Feng came in from outside the venue and sat in the most conspicuous position. Soon someone set up a table for him, with boxes of books next to it.
The banner behind him read "Qin Wuxiang Handshake Meeting, get a book and shake hands with the music festival ticket."
Even at the end, even though there was only one song left in the festival, even though it was almost half past ten.
The stage belonging to Fang Nianwei was still full of seats.
Those who couldn't wait in line had no choice but to endure and listen to the song. After listening to the previous song, they thought it sounded pretty good and started taking photos to share with their friends.
"I didn't expect Fang Nianwei to sing quite well."
"Are there any more down there?"
"There is also the last song, called "Listening to the Pines", which is said to be Fang Nianwei's original song when she debuted."
Zhu Cheng watched excitedly from the audience, "Tomorrow's headlines are here! There are also future music announcements... Holding a concert next year is no longer a dream!"
Aunt Liu looked at Qin Wuxiang who was handing out books to the audience one by one and shaking hands in the auditorium. Her eyes were lively and she didn't know what she was thinking. She just had a sweet aunt smile at the corner of her mouth.
Of course, she told Qin Feng about the attendance rate.
I didn't expect that he would help Nianwei like this. At least he really took action, and he didn't trust him once in vain.
"Qin Wuxiang, I am your fan!"
"Thank you for your support, but please also support today's music festival and the singers on stage."
After shaking hands, Qin Feng looked towards the stage, and Wang Anruo was also looking at him.
The two people looked at each other for a long time, with indescribable emotions in their eyes.
"Fang Nianwei, it's time for the fourth song!" Zhu Cheng reminded in the audience.
"Then comes the fourth song and the last song of the night."
Wang Anruo looked away, paused, and picked up the microphone, "Please enjoy the lyrics written by Qin Wuxiang and the music composed by Fang Nianwei..."Ai Qin"!"
(End of chapter)
