Elf Emperor, professional vase

Chapter 51

The reason was just that Dai Feng randomly liked the photo that Xiao Song sent.

Although Mr. Dai Qingyuan doesn't play much with social software, Dai Feng still opened the corresponding social account. When Yang Si said that they were going to see "Phantom of the Opera", he searched for it and happened to see the photo. So I gave it a thumbs up.

When others look for the content that Dai Feng has liked, they can easily find the photo.

People who didn't believe it suddenly became "wtf".

"Damn it, Teacher Dai gave him a thumbs up. Isn't this true?"

"There is another possibility. Teacher Dai's hand slipped and he made a mistake."

"It's not impossible, but... do you think it's more likely that you'll make a mistake?"

"Um... Actually, I have wanted to say it for a long time. "The Phantom of the Opera" performed by Chunyu Theater is really good. Don't be too prejudiced."

"The Four Seasons Flower Troupe is just relatively well-known, but that only means that the Four Seasons Flower Troupe is better at business than other theater troupes, and it does not mean that those other than Four Seasons Flower are garbage!"

"I agree. The words some people say really make people frown. They wonder if they are something a normal person can say."

"Yes, I wonder if the blogger didn't say anything, right? Didn't he just complain about missing the show? Is he going to be criticized too?"

"Those people are really crazy."

Dai Feng's casual likes made many people who had not paid attention to this matter also cast their eyes over.

Because the first stop of the Four Seasons Flower Troupe's tour is Wangze City, many people who are interested are in Wangze City at this time.

Those who lived nearby, after struggling for a while, finally couldn't resist their desire to "encounter" Mr. Dai Qingyuan, so they immediately got up, got dressed and ran out.

For those who live far away, some choose to wait until tomorrow because the tickets they booked for Four Seasons Flowers are tonight, while others choose to take a taxi directly because the tickets they booked are for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

When they arrived at the entrance of Chunyu Theater, they discovered that there were many people who had the same idea as them.

The staff responsible for guiding and recording in front of Chunyu Theater was a little confused. There seemed to be a lot more people coming today?

After entering the theater, everyone's eyes immediately began to search in the somewhat dim auditorium, trying to find the location of Mr. Dai Qingyuan. Although it is not easy to disturb him during the performance of the musical, but when the musical is over, he can go up. Have you gone to ask for a photo?

With this idea in mind, the musical officially began.

After the performance officially started, people who did not come for the musical showed little interest and did not really have much expectations for the performance. However, unknowingly, they were attracted by the fully committed actors on the stage, and their original indifference gradually gradually Became preoccupied.

When the performance is exciting, he will even applaud loudly like other audience members.

When immersed in it, it is difficult for people to notice the passage of time.

When the actors took their final call, many people still felt a bit sad and felt that they still had more to say.

When they finally remembered the purpose of coming here, when they looked at the front row, the seats there were already empty.

Crowd: ...

The photo I had been thinking about so much flew away!

The backstage has evolved into a star-chasing scene, and Mr. Dai Qingyuan's name is still very loud in the ears of music students.

Su Bai was also fortunate to receive a message written by Mr. Dai Qingyuan himself.

Seeing Su Bai holding the card in a daze, Meng Wen'an waved his hand in front of him, "What's wrong?"

Su Bai came back to his senses, squeezed the card in his hand, and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing."

Meng Wen'an was keenly aware that Su Bai was not very interested. He tried to ask, "Remember your family?"

Su Bai raised his head in surprise, "Brother Meng? How did you know?"

Meng Wen'an gently stroked Su Bai's brown curly hair on the temples, "I guessed it."

"It seems like you are missing someone." Meng Wen'an added, "That's why I guessed that you might be thinking of your family."

"Yes." Su Bai nodded and placed the handwritten message full of expectations and blessings on his heart, "I always believe that we will meet again."

Even that may take a long time.

In the end, those who came for Mr. Dai Qingyuan were not too disappointed. After the performance, they waited at the exit of the backstage to see Mr. Dai Qingyuan coming out with the leading actors.

However, he did not stay long and left after taking a few photos with the waiting people.

"More flowers and applause should belong to them." Before leaving, Mr. Dai Qingyuan pointed to Su Bai, Meng Wen'an, and Yu Qin standing aside.

That night, the number of searches for Spring Rain Theater and The Phantom of the Opera immediately increased exponentially, followed by many people in the industry popularizing science about ordinary people.

"Are you so awesome?"

"A performance that can be recognized by Teacher Dai Qingyuan will definitely not stretch the crotch too much!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is it still too late for me to book a ticket now?"

"I just rushed over to take a look, and the tickets had already been taken away qaq"

"Why do you treat me like this? Every time you take a step slower, it was the same as last time."

"Well, if you are locals in Wangze City, you can actually try your luck."

"What do you mean?"

"There are a lot of people who have booked tickets but are not going, so there are still a lot of empty seats in the theater. On the first day, one-third of them must be empty. It was much better on the second day. There were almost no seats. Vacancy."

"Suddenly I remembered that I seemed to have booked the ticket for yesterday...but I forgot...Damn, my whole body is cracked now, what did I miss!"

"Hahahahahaha, I'm laughing so wildly now. I originally went there just for Xiaobai, but now I feel so happy hahaha!"

"Shake hands. I went here for Yu Qin. I was a little worried about whether there would be any problems with the kiss, but the result was really surprising!"

"Also, if I ask them to sign autographs after the performance, they usually won't refuse."

"Doesn't that mean Brother Meng will also sign?"

"Fuck, I just knew that!"

On the third day of the official performance, the venue was full.

The staff member in charge of guiding at the entrance of the theater explained with a dry mouth, "I'm very sorry, the seats inside are already full. To avoid accidents, you can't go in."

"Can't you really accommodate?"

"Sorry, this is really not something we can decide."

Although he was very disappointed, the theater refused to let go, and the people waiting outside were helpless.

Chunyu Theater is not big. Even standing outside the theater, you can clearly hear the high notes coming from the theater.

"This feels like the outskirts of a concert." Someone couldn't help but sigh.

Someone was sitting on the steps, holding his chin, squinting his eyes and looking at the dark night sky, and heard the sound of singing from time to time.

Suddenly, her companion poked her, "Look! The program team has sent out a new notice!"

"The performance will be extended to a week, still the same time, still free, first come first served!"

The scene immediately became commotion, and many people rushed over, "Are you telling the truth?"

"It's true! You can go read the notice issued by the program team!"

Some people couldn't wait to open their mobile phones, and after reading the notice from the program team word for word, they finally couldn't restrain their joy and laughed loudly.

According to the plan, Su Bai and the others would only perform in the Chunyu Theater for three days, and they would be equal to the other group. The winner would be decided based on the total number of viewers who walked into the theater during these three days.

However, in response to the calls of countless people, the program team finally made the decision to extend the performance time, but in order to maintain fairness, the number of viewers in the last four days will not be counted.

However, even if the crew and Su Bai and others made the decision to perform additional performances, some people were still beating their chests, because without them, the Spring Festival holiday was over.

Between work and performance, many people have no choice but to choose work.

As soon as the news came out, the passenger flow at various stations and railway stations in Wangze City suddenly reached a small peak.

The person responsible for monitoring real-time passenger flow is very confused. After the New Year, shouldn't more people return to work? How come there are more people flowing in?

After the performance on the third day was over, and after returning to his residence, Meng Wen'an washed his hands, looked at Su Bai who was lying on the bed and hugging a pillow, and asked, "Can your throat still be able to bear it after seven consecutive days of spinning?"

The heroine Christine has several high-pitched arias, which puts a heavy burden on the singer's voice.

Su Bai waved his hand, "It doesn't matter."

This can only be regarded as a trivial matter to him.

But Meng Wen'an was still worried, "I asked Song Huan to prepare some Pang Dahai. You can drink some later."

Su Bai actually didn't like the taste of Pang Dahai very much, but thinking that it was Meng Wen'an's kindness after all, he nodded, "Okay."

Meng Wen'an walked to the bed, reached out and gently pressed Su Bai's back, "Relax a little."

Su Bai hugged the pillow and said "Hmm", "I'm obviously very relaxed..."

A low laughter sounded behind Su Bai, and the next moment, a pair of warm palms were pressed against his back, gently sliding and rubbing on his back through his clothes.

Su Bai immediately closed his eyes comfortably.

As Meng Wen'an boasted before, his massage skills are indeed very good.

Since that time, after the performance, Meng Wen'an came over to help Su Bai relax, and it seemed that there had been a tacit understanding between the two people.

By the time Meng Wen'an stopped, Su Bai had already fallen asleep hugging the pillow, with her cheek turned sideways, her red lips slightly open, and her soft hair swaying slightly with the breath.

Meng Wen'an wanted to straighten Su Bai over, but he was distracted for a moment.