Charming Dancer [Entertainment]

At the end of the song, Qiao Yi'an didn't bow down to thank everyone like before, but imitated Mu Yan and waved to the audience, causing another uproar.

Qiao Yi'an raised the microphone, "Is it okay to listen to me sing Mu Yan's song? I will try my best to let you see Mu Yan's shadow."

"Ah!!!!" This voice was the common voice of all Qiao fans and Mu fans.

"Mu Yan, something went wrong just now, and I need to rest."

"what!!!!"

"Okay, thank you for your understanding, I won't let you pay the fare for nothing!" Qiao Yi'an raised his hand, clenched his fist, and pointed one finger up. This is Mu Yan's standard action, indicating that I am First, I mean the king. Qiao Yi'an has never done such a move on stage. At some point, Qiao Yi'an has subconsciously remembered many of Mu Yan's little moves, and if he is willing to show it, it will be completely Even the temperament can be very similar.

The music sounded again, and Bai Mo was silently messed up, and he stood in the background dumbfounded, this is too willful!Does Qiao Yi'an mean that he wants to take over the whole audience? !

Ha ha……

Mu Yan smiled and looked at the star-studded, eye-catching people on the stage. He didn't feel that he was robbed of the limelight at all. He looked so happy and proud. After showing this expression, everyone couldn't help covering their faces silently, brother, this is your place!

As a singer, the only thing that is inviolable is your performance and your lover. You suddenly violated your performance for your lover!If you don't go on stage, the people below will only know Qiao Yi'an and not who Mu Yan is!

Qiao Yi'an always has that kind of charm that can bring people into his atmosphere, whether it's his own songs or Mu Yan's songs, time seems to pass quickly, and everyone just feels a little bit of time in a daze , Three or four songs have been sung, Qiao Yi'an has spontaneously and actively turned to the soft song stage.

There was a period of time in the middle for Mu Yan's monologue, to express his gratitude to the audience and to say something. Obviously, during this time, Qiao Yi'an didn't plan to return it to Mu Yan, but just took the microphone and started talking.

He didn't say anything special, he just started to talk about how talented Mu Yan is, how much he likes music, how powerful he is, and his tone of voice is obviously trying to get closer to his bosom friend, but the audience always makes up a paragraph of love at first sight In the picture, by the way, the shyness and tenderness can be seen from Qiao Yi'an's hard-working and serious face, God knows how they can see it.

"I think you can sing the soft music below by yourself." Bai Mo turned his head to look at Mu Yan, and the next moment, his eyes widened, "I'll wipe it! Who bandaged you so well! How do you get on stage?! I don't want you anymore Dancing, why is the bag so strong! Can you still sing well?!"

Mu Yan had a pure and innocent face.

An upright and serious doctor.

He made it, why not!

Bai Mo: ...

"God...I want to call my elder brother, err..." Bai Mo silently bit his handkerchief in his heart.

"Qiao Yi'an, this is Mu Yan's concert, when will Mu Yan come up?!" At some point, a man squeezed to the front of the stage and yelled at Qiao Yi'an with an angry expression on his face.

Because it was time to talk, all the music had stopped. Only the microphone in Qiao Yi'an's hand was working as a normal radio receiver. The man was very close to the stage, and the venue was quiet, and the voice was transmitted along Qiao Yi'an's microphone. Throughout the venue, although it was a bit vague, the meaning could still be distinguished.

Qiao Yi'an's face remained unchanged, "There is something wrong with him and he needs to rest."

"Is the wound recurring! Didn't you agree? Why did something go wrong when you were dancing! You guys are working too hard to make money! This is disrespecting us, the audience who spend money to come in, do you know that? We want to see healthy singers singing and dancing, not patients!!" The man was full of anger, and Qiao Yi'an had stepped back a few steps in different expressions, but he still couldn't stop the microphone from picking up the sound, and interrupted him at this moment , but also seemed guilty, and it was already too late if he didn't answer.

Qiao Yi'an knew these routines very well, so he could only say: "This was an accident, Mu Yan has already recovered, and he was only slightly injured because of a collision with a backup dancer just now." There was an uproar below.

"Then he was injured, why did he let you on! Do you still deserve to be on stage? Are you still worthy to be an idol! You dared to kill your own father and sent him to prison, so Cruel-hearted person, why are you an idol, why are you standing here and let everyone cheer for you!" The man's tone became more severe.

Qiao Yi'an's face did not change, nor did he put away his smile, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more difficult to hide.

Mu Yan's expression changed, and he suddenly turned to look at Bai Mo, "What happened?!"

Bai Mo paused, not knowing how to explain it for a while, they just wanted to tell Mu Yan after the concert, so they even tried to confiscate all his internet tools by taking advantage of his hard dancing practice.

Bai Mo had a nasty expression on his face. What else did Mu Yan not understand? He had experienced Father Qiao's incident from beginning to end, so he naturally understood what had happened.

But, who is harming Qiao Yi'an!Who is using that old man to make a fuss again!

Qiao Yi'an stood on the stage without speaking, and the audience became more and more noisy.

The man continued: "I am also a father and a son, so I think you are shameless! A person like you is so heartless that you are not even a human being! Why do you stand on the stage! You still pretend to be a fool all day long!" You come here with a pure and innocent appearance, bowing to the dancers, bowing to the audience, sponsoring orphans, sponsoring this and that organization, people who don’t even love your own father, you know how to be grateful and sympathetic?!"

Qiao Yi'an trembled slightly, the smile on his face seemed to have froze there, and his eyes became more and more profound, unable to see emotions, Qiao Yi'an slowly raised his hand, put the microphone to his lips, and said in a low voice : "I have no father, only enemies!"

"Yi'an!" Mu Yan rushed out of the backstage after hearing the words, rushed under the light, and hugged him in his arms. The audience area was full of excitement. There was no father, only enemies. This was Qiao Yi'an's attitude.

Some people can accept and understand, and some people can't accept and understand.

The man seemed angry, and threw his mineral water bottle onto the stage, but was blocked by Mu Yan's figure, and cold water poured over him, soaking the bandages on his body.

Qiao Yi'an's body trembled more and more, no matter how much he pretended, no matter how strong he was, the severed finger and his biological father were pains he would never be able to resolve. Nightmares are even more terrifying.

Want to hide, hide forever and ever...

The camera faithfully recorded this scene. Qiao Yi'an's trembling was undoubtedly revealed when he was in Mu Yan's arms. Even if they were separated by people, everyone could see that Qiao Yi'an was about to collapse.

"Ah!!!" A near-exhaustive scream came not from the audience, but from the stage. The voice was familiar, but also a little strange. It was Qiao Yian's voice they were familiar with, but it was also from the stage. Qiao Yi'an's voice was never heard.

Qiao Yi'an slid down Mu Yan's chest and squatted on the ground, the microphone fell on the stage, and Mu Yan also squatted down.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go down first, trust me, trust me..." Mu Yan tried to comfort Qiao Yi'an.

Subtle cries came from the microphone, and the auditorium was silent. Qiao Yi'an pushed Mu Yan away suddenly, picked up the microphone and stood up, revealing his tearful eyes, and glared at that person angrily. He knew that this was not This person's views represent the views of a large number of people, all of them.

"Why can't I hate him, I not only hate him, I also hate myself, why should I have his dirty blood on my body, if I can, I wish I was never born! Your father, your son, yes , of course you love them, you are full of tolerance, because you were born out of love, your son was born out of love, and I, out of a deal, out of an ugly law-breaker □□ deal, I was born , is a mistake in itself, a sin, and is based on hatred! My wounds, my incompleteness, you have never experienced it, you don’t understand it at all, why do you accuse me! How much poverty, pain and emptiness you have experienced, you know What is it like to be taken out by your biological father to beg for his drinking money at a young age! You know how humble it is to expect a cake for charity is the greatest wish! You know how alive you are when you are threatened by your biological father and you are completely ignorant What is it like to be cut off from my ideals after being sensible, and can no longer play an instrument!! What do you know!! Do you know how many managers and musicians I have humbly begged to take a look at me and give me a Chance, do you know how many people looked at me with pity and sympathy and told me that no matter how talented you are, you can't make music! People who live in warmth, why do you blame me!"

"Yi'an! Don't say any more." Mu Yan felt that he could hardly breathe. These are Qiao Yi'an's permanent wounds. He told him once, and he was already tearing up his own scars for him to see. Opening the wound again in front of countless strangers, he seemed to see bright red blood flowing from Qiao Yi'an's heart.

"Yi'an, Qiao Yi'an..." There were faint cries and shouts from the audience, and the shouts gradually became louder and louder. It seemed that Qiao Fan wanted to encourage Qiao Yi'an in this way.

Sometimes, emotions can be contagious. Qiao Yi'an was too sad, angry and painful, and the atmosphere on the field became more and more sad and broken. Girls are sensitive creatures, and the crying gradually became one.