"This kid pulled me up from the rental house to work hard, and now he ran away again. I don't know when I will meet again."

The young man complained and turned his head to look at Fengyi: "Miss Gu, give me more advice. Let's take a look at what song you want to sing, and then hurry up and rehearse, so I can only do this first."

Feng Yi picked a few songs on the original owner's lyrics book for Lu Sheng to read. Not only did he write the song, but he also filled in the lyrics.

Lu Sheng took it and glanced at it. There were a few songs he had heard on the Internet, but there were only clips.

He hummed down the tune, his eyes getting brighter and weirder.

"You wrote these yourself?"

"Yes, it's not bad."

"Either the song or the lyrics are very good, but there are a few songs that are not suitable for concerts." ωωw..net

But Feng Yi picked these songs.

When he knew it was Fengyi's concert, he was unhappy.

After all, Feng Yi is an actor, but for the sake of her good brothers, she can only bring her friends with her.

Like many people, they are not their profession, but they have to make a splash for money and traffic, which makes the music inappropriate. This is what Lu Sheng hates the most.

When I was in the car, I specially searched for a few songs that Feng Yi had sang. They basically started with ethereal and healing songs, like such a depressing and desperate song, with only fragments.

After watching one by one, Lu Sheng stared at Feng Yi calmly, as if he was watching some monster.

Feng Yi: "You look at me like this."

She didn't want to show off either, but the original owner was so awesome, he could act and write songs.

He is an all-round expert, proficient in blowing, pulling, and jumping.

What a pity, such a smart head doesn't shine and heat when you don't go to the research institute.

Huh? I should add the identity of a financial boss now.

When Feng Yi thought about it this way, she suddenly felt like the heroine in the vest text, and she was quite novel in an instant.

Lu Sheng could no longer wait and immediately pulled Fengyi to rehearse.

Anyway, he is not a fan of himself, so he doesn't feel sorry for him at all.

I heard that most of them were Fengyi's black fans, but Lu Sheng suddenly realized that he understood why Fengyi chose these songs.

I just feel sorry for those who really love fans, just prepare more tissues. Who told them to fan this deadly guy?

Both sides were very strong, and the rehearsal ended successfully. Except for the people present, they looked confused and felt that they were not doing well.

I had the urge to cry, and I felt very depressed. I decisively took out my cell phone and immediately contacted the psychological counselor.

As time was about to come, the league organized fans to enter the venue without caring about the urge to die.

There were a lot of people outside. Compared with other concerts, these people who came to listen to the song looked reluctant and did not have any joy on their faces.

"I've got the egg ready. When she appears, I will smash him to death with the egg and let her go."

When they thought of this ticket, their hearts were bleeding.

But there was no way. After Fengyi's education, Fu Zhe was hung in the first row as a mascot.

Fu Zhe didn't want to come. When he thought of watching Feng Yi's jokes, he was not so resistant.

As soon as this news came out, many people who were unwilling to buy tickets immediately grabbed the tickets, after all, they could see their male gods.

They must let the male god take a good look at the woman, and they are not worthy of standing with him at all.

Everyone lined up to enter the venue. When they walked in, they looked at the publicity newspapers and were confused.

So ugly!

No, why is this style so weird?

Feng Yi's painting skills are very impressive, and it makes people feel creepy, as if they have come to a different time and space.

The girl in a white dress had a gentle smile on her face, a stage made of white bones, and there were skeletons next to her, as if she was smiling at them.

This one can barely accept it. In the next picture, half of the girl's face fell into darkness, with dirty blood on her skirt, and there were a few big words under her feet.

The bright red is extremely dark.

#Welcome to hell together, my delicate little princesses.

Or #Healing Concert from Hell, I'm waiting for you in the hell of the internet.

This terrifying scene scared them all their hairs and asked uncertainly: "Are we going the wrong way?"

Although they don’t fan her, they have watched the scenes she acted in. They are youthful, beautiful, sweet, cute, and full of vitality. They are basically sweet dramas.

When I walked in again, I was completely trapped in a life of doubt.

You tell me this is a concert?

In an instant, my already imbalanced mentality became even more unbalanced, and I felt that I was losing money when I bought the ticket.

The photos were taken and posted online, and they complained about the shabby concert in history.

They could only comfort themselves in this way: at least they could see the male and female goddesses at close range.

I sat in my seat and waited for a long time, but no one appeared on the empty stage for a long time.

Everyone was a little impatient and felt that the rotten eggs in their hands were no longer fragrant. When the music started, Fengyi walked out from behind in a white dress.

Her fans shouted her name at the top of their voices.

The black fan told her to go down.

Fengyi looked at the darkness below. There were very few glow sticks, but those people wield very hard and shouted very hard.

"If you dare to throw eggs, your male god will be very sad. If he makes him sad, you will not be a good fan."

Fu Zhe: "…"

Very annoying, I don't want to stand up and talk.

But I couldn't beat it, so I said a few hypocritical words, saying that I would go to the stage later. If the stage gets dirty, it will be troublesome to clean it up.

Although I really wanted to bury the woman on the stage with a rotten egg, the male god has to take into account the image.

A lot of people were holding up their phones to take pictures, and Fengyi on the big screen was as beautiful as ever, but a little weird.

"I'm very happy that everyone was here to attend my first concert, and I spent so much money. I'm very happy about what I made, so I brought you male gods as a benefit, thank me."

Black fans: "…"

It was so angry that it exploded in place.

He didn't interact with Fengyi, and he shouted her to go down with a cold face.

Feng Yi looked indifferent, after all, most of her fans are film and television fans and others, and only a few of them support her.

The stage fell into darkness, and the ethereal and weird music sounded, and the noise of the audience gradually became smaller.

The atmosphere at the scene was frozen, and it was so depressing and uncomfortable.

The white lights fell down and fell into the center of the stage. Fengyi was wearing a white dress, like a ghost, and her voice also sounded.

"I'll give you my grave."

The time for a song has not passed yet, and there is no other sound except for the ethereal and sad song of the woman.

The singing was so cunning that everyone had goose bumps all over.

Didn’t it mean that the main focus is on the healing style?

The audience collapsed and had to wait for a long time. Finally, they waited for the second song. The music was no longer as depressing as before, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that they were too happy too early.

This song is so healing. They have the urge to die, as if they have seen a road, and the overwhelming paper money is swept up by the wind.
Chapter completed!