Dear girl

It was still dark when they got to the gym.

The square was crowded with people, and the crowd was roughly divided into three categories: fans who held posters and banners to support their idols; citizens who simply came to join in the fun; and people who participated in this game and wrote lyrics for the song.

There is a booth in the middle, centered on the staff, surrounded by long tables on all sides.The sponsor is a well-known mineral water brand in China, and several stacks of mineral water are stacked in a triangle shape on the table.

Song Xinci decided to come and take a look after receiving the notification that the work had been selected, and was dragging Xia Yao to the organizer's staff to collect the tickets.A little sister who looked like a high school student ran over, bowed to the two very politely, and smiled like the rising sun: "Sister, can you sign for us?"

Xia Yao looked behind her little sister, and not far away was a group of teenagers who looked about her age, holding up support flags and asking for autographs everywhere.

After the two signed their names, they walked a little further away. Song Xinyu said with emotion: "There are so many ways for fans to chase stars nowadays. They are organized and planned. They have a set of support uniforms and support sticks. My I liked Jay Chou for a while, so I bought two notebooks with his face printed on it."

"Just be happy." Xia Yao walked forward holding Song Xinci's hand, "By the way, when did you buy the tickets? Why don't I know."

"There are so many things you don't know."

"makes sense."

"Is it really sold out?" Song Xinci looked at the staff expectantly with watery eyes, "My friend came all the way here just to watch the concert. If she doesn't see it, she will be very sad Yes, is there really no one left?"

The little brother in charge of the reception blushed from Song Xinci's stare: "Most of our tickets are sold online, and a small half are drawn on the spot. So far, all concert tickets have been redeemed."

Song Xinci just looked at him like that.

"Okay, okay..." the little brother stammered, "I'll help you figure out a way."

Song Xinci had a touched expression on his face: "Thank you so much." He took out his wallet as he spoke, and his voice jumped up artificially, "You are so kind... how much is the ticket price? I can replenish it for you .”

Xia Yao smiled with her head down.

After the little brother left, Song Xinci came over and shook Xia Yao's arms with both hands, still in that pretentious coquettish tone, cute and cute: "What is this young lady laughing... Tell me, we Let's laugh together~"

"Cough—" Xia Yao clenched her fists and touched her nose, "I laugh that the night is so beautiful..."

"But it's not dark yet~" Song Xinci had an innocent expression on his face, "Is this young lady an idiot?"

When the little brother walked over with the ticket, he saw from afar that the beautiful girl who looked like a royal lady but was actually a very young girl was shaking the arm of another quieter beauty.The little girl's beauty has a ignorant and innocent face, and her tall figure is really cute... There is also that quiet beauty, I don't know what she is laughing at, her waist is almost bent...

The words of Song Xinci have been selected, and they are eligible to enter. This ticket is for Xia Yao.

When parting, Song Xinci had a cute face: "Thank you so much today... Without you, we don't know what to do."

The little brother's face turned red again.

Xia Yao gradually put away the teasing smile from Song Xinci and replaced it with a shallow smile, her gaze was gentle and affectionate.She looked at Song Xinci with a playful expression hidden in her innocence, and she seemed to be looking at a far away place, so far away that they had walked together for so many years, and the person in front of her was still the same as before.

"Sister Yao, what's wrong with you?" Song Xinci stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xia Yao's eyes.

Stop pretending to be a little sister, and get serious with her royal and sexy voice.

Brother has left.

Xia Yao shook her head, her eyes sparkled slightly: "It's okay."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Song Xinci reached out to touch Xia Yao's forehead, "How about we go home."

Xia Yao gently patted Song Xinci's hand off: "It's really fine, I'm just..."

"What is it?" Song Xinci became worried, and his tone seemed to be coaxing a child, "Tell me what's going on, don't hold it in your heart alone."

Xia Yao looked at Song Xinci and blinked her eyes: "I feel sorry for Qian..."

Song Xinci: "..."

After three seconds.

"Sister Yao——" Song Xinci had a strange smile on his face, and raised his two paws, "You are not good, how did you learn to deceive people?"

Xia Yao was the most ticklish, and she backed away while talking: "Well, new words, let's go to line up. The concert is about to start."

"Then why worry?" Song Xinci approached step by step, "I'm not here to listen to the music. Our seats are not together, and it's the same if we go in when the awards are presented."

"Award? What award?"

"You will know this after a while."

Song Xinci rushed forward to scratch Xia Yao's itch, Xia Yao laughed and fought fiercely with Song Xinci's hand: "Hey, rebellion, isn't it?"

Song Xinci touched Xia Yao's waist: "This is called uprising."

While hiding, Xia Yao grabbed Song Xinci's hand: "Comrade, why don't we sit down and talk about the two sides of things."

Who wants to talk to you about this.

"Sister Yao, I found your waist—" Song Xinci smirked twice when he said this, "it's more sensitive..."

The two wandered outside for a while before going in.Xia Yao's position is in the third row, and Song Xinci's position is in the background.

At the concert site, I actually had to watch the broadcast.

Song Xinci was very helpless, she would have bought a ticket if she had known.

A dozen candidates stayed in a room, and on the screen, the singer had already appeared, with high-pitched voices.

Outside, Xia Yao felt that her ears were going deaf, but when she looked back, the fans became more and more excited.

When a singer on stage says a word or lifts his clothes, the bottom will boil.

Many people cried, for stars, for feelings, for dreams, for themselves...

It is a good thing if there is someone or something you like that can bring you moving and strength.

The atmosphere at the scene was so warm that even the soy sauce crowd who accompanied their friends could hardly not be infected.

More than an hour passed quickly, and finally it was the Gufeng group.

Xia Yao was about to check the time when her phone rang, and a new message came from Song Xinci: Sister Yao, the following song is written by me~

I see.Xia Yao smiled, put away her phone, and looked at the stage.

A few melodious zither sounds led to the drumbeat, the stage gradually rose into white mist, and the dancers in ancient costumes looked at each other affectionately behind.The singer slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone standing on the lifting platform in a scholar's attire. He spread his folding fan, and his singing voice became lingering:

The moonlight swayed, and the bamboo shadow moved across the west chamber.

The small window is dressed, and the evening glow is orange.

A pair of mandarin ducks skimmed across the pond.

Looking at the yellow flowers in the mirror, who is a beautiful lady.

Just looking so far away, my heart is shaking.

The butterflies flapped their wings, and there was a burst of floral fragrance.

Just looking so far away, my heart is shaking.

They will join hands, no matter how hard it is, they will never let go.

The red thread winds around the pile and passes through the vast sea of ​​people.

The night breeze is cool, and the magpie bridge is bright.

When the suona sounded, the aftertaste echoed for a long time.

The good stories are sung, and the fate letters praise.

Just looking so far away, my heart is shaking.

Everything is in the heart, no words need to be said.

Just looking so far away, my heart is shaking.

Whether it is day or night, always by your side.

Hold it carefully in the palm of your hand, feeling the cherished gaze.

Strolling in this alley of time, you will feel the fragrance from old to old.

Don't be afraid of the ghosts and monsters ahead, let's fight together.

Let his years rush by, and he will never forget it after thousands of years.

Even if the road is long and difficult.

Let's go that far together.

The last note fell, and the scene burst into warm applause.

The host in a black suit came out, stood in front of the people, held up the microphone, and smiled happily: "Thank you our big star for singing today, and thank you listeners for your support." After saying this, he bowed and went on to say : "Which word can most impress our judges? Tonight's final suspense is handed over to our big star."

The singer raised the microphone and took the words: "Tonight, the thing that moves me the most is..."

Speaking of this, he stopped cleverly and scanned the audience.

The speaking speed was as slow as the award ceremony. He felt that the suspense was exciting, and the audience just wanted to hit people.

Xia Yao's heart also raised, silently expecting.

"The last song—Fate." The singer took the lead in applauding, "Congratulations to this friend."

Song Xinci walked up, his gestures were all elegant, with a decent smile on his face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes seemed to be full of stars.Seen from the big screen, the audience burst into applause.

Born to be a star.

Under the spotlight, it is too beautiful.

Song Xinci accepted the prize: "Thank you." Then she caught Xia Yao's figure in the crowd.

The two smiled at each other.

After the show ended, Xia Yao took out a toffee from her bag, tore off the wrapper and handed it to Song Xinci's mouth.

Song Xinci suffocated his laughter, and lowered his head to pick up the toffee like countless times before.

Xia Yao put the candy wrapper back into her bag: "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet~"

Give the silver rose to Xia Yao.

Song Xinci held Xia Yao's forehead and kissed it lightly.

"Wait for me to come back." She said, smiling like a love letter.