Son of the Bone

Making such a decision will inevitably offend a large number of fans.

What's more, under such circumstances, Qi Lin's time to practice singing and playing the piano will continue to shrink.

He thought about it for a long time, and decided to hold a charity concert to do something for the world before fading out.

Instead of trying to please people who are ready to leave, do something real.

Since it is a public performance, all proceeds will be donated to welfare organizations for children with autism, and the venue and staff will have to pay for it themselves.

A small number of tickets are given to fans for public lottery, but [-]% to [-]% are auctioned publicly.

When Qi Lin made this choice, he asked Jiang Jue if he would like to come.

"—Is there no venue?" Jiang Jue thought for a while, and said seriously: "Let me contact the theater for you. It's off-season now, maybe I can rent it to you at half price or lower."

How could the owner of Shi Theater not know about Jiang Jue's background, so he just lent them a midfielder for free with a wave of his hand.

In this way, even those who check tickets and maintain discipline don't have to worry about it themselves.

"I also thought about doing something similar," Jiang Jue sighed, "But I was too busy before, and I never had time."

He introduced another chief violinist, who generously agreed to perform publicly after learning of his intentions.

In fact, people in this circle don't even have enough time to sleep, and everyone is very busy.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qi Lin still posted a circle of friends, asking if there are any friends willing to stay with him for two hours.

After all, there were still quite a lot of halftime seats in the theater, even if he sang alone, he had to stop halfway to moisten his voice.

Unexpectedly, in just one day, quite a few actors and singers responded to the call.

Some people really want to catch the heat, and some people want to take the opportunity to heat up the relationship with Qi Lin.

But willing to make such unpaid hard work, the original intention is kind and warm.

After the SPF heard the news, they also happily called a few trainees over to get acquainted, and they could also rub Qi Lin's aura.

The advertisement was released the day before the performance, edited and sent by Qi Lin himself, and then reposted by the official studio and all invited guests. The advertisement was sold out within 10 minutes of billing, and the total sales amounted to one million——

The studio dutifully disclosed all statistics and statistics, saying that it would not take any money, and part of the cost would be borne by itself.

On the second night, everyone came as promised.

Qi Lin held his favorite silver-blue guitar and wiped it in the background for a long time.

He likes pop music, and he will bring this guitar with him to the set in the future.But the last two years have really failed it, and those in the instrument room.

Friends from all walks of life have all arrived, laughing and exchanging WeChat in the dressing room. Uncle Fan, the manager, is gentle and polite, explaining various procedures to the boss of the non-profit organization, who is almost speechless with gratitude.

Qi Lin sat alone in the single room of the dressing room and didn't go out for a long time.

He started playing the piano at the age of five, and it has been almost 15 years now.

People always want to try various things—among well-known singers at home and abroad, some sing halfway to become beauty queens, and some stop singing and become film directors.

After some people left, they never returned to this road, and some people kept amphibious or multi-living, and they have been operating very well.

He doesn't know how his future will develop, but he can temporarily leave this road to explore the things he wants to get close to, which is also a kind of responsibility for his own life.

I won't regret it.

The door was knocked carefully.

Qi Lin got up and opened the door with the guitar in his arms, and saw Jiang Jue standing at the door smiling.

"Everyone is waiting for you." He looked at the guitar in his arms: "There are still 15 minutes to start."

"Well—I was just thinking about staying with it for a while."

Jiang Jue copied a stool and sat down, looking at the guitar in his arms: "Do you like it very much?"

"It's called Seventeen." Qi Lin touched the newly changed strings and said, "My mother gave it to me when I was ten years old."

At that time, Qi Lin was still in the fourth grade of elementary school, and thought that such a cool silver-blue color was the best match for a cool age of 17 years old.

Although at that time he refused to show a cheerful expression like a little fanboy in front of his mother, trying to make himself cool and handsome, he still hugged the guitar and whispered it seventeen in private.

When I recall these, it is still nostalgic and beautiful.

Jiang Jue looked at his childlike expression and subconsciously patted his head.

"When you held the 'Feng Minglin Out' concert, I actually went there." He said softly.

Qi Lin was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his head to look at him and said, "Didn't you say you were very busy that day?"

"Yes, and then I went to watch it secretly." Jiang Jue showed an apologetic smile: "I thought it would be very noisy, and I was afraid that it would be embarrassing to run away in front of you."

It turns out that Jiang Jue is gone——

He still felt sorry all the time, didn't he think that Jiang Jue was actually watching from the audience? !

Qi Lin suddenly remembered that when he was dancing that day, he was doing all kinds of crazy and bold hip-twisting movements next to his female partner, and his face blushed unconsciously: "You...what do you think?"

If I knew it earlier, I would have rehearsed a few more times. He even sang a few notes that day, and I don’t know if Juejue heard it.

It's really embarrassing to think about it!

"No," Jiang Jue pulled the stool closer, tentatively touching the guitar through the soft cloth: "You are on stage...very charming."

Qi Lin nodded pretending to be calm, but the fireworks had already started in his heart.

Just one compliment is enough!Shouldn't you be boasting a few more words!

And Jue Jue praised him so much that he was really shaken!It turns out that Jujue likes himself as a singer!

I seemed really handsome that day!No, when I go back tonight, I have to go through the pictures and videos from that day again!

Jiang Jue looked into his eyes, and continued to praise knowingly: "You have a beautiful voice, and you dance nimbly and beautifully."

It seemed that he couldn't use all kinds of beautiful adjectives like those girls on Weibo, but even after only saying these few words, Qi Lin couldn't stop his smile at all.

"I'm so happy." He said seriously, "You were with me that day—I'm so happy."

"You are getting better at acting now." Jiang Jue caressed the back of his hand encouragingly, conveying gentle strength: "I sometimes think that maybe Qi Lin is such a magical person."

"I have perseverance in everything I do, I don't feel tired when I work silently, and I do well in the end."

He showed a faint smile.

"The you in "Mermaid Song" have really improved a lot compared to before."

Qi Lin took a breath, and said seriously: "I am like a stuntman in "The Gilded Key", you must watch it."

"How about renting out the room for the whole class?" Jiang Jue's smile deepened: "I'd like to do a second or third brush for you."

Qi Lin smiled like a child again, and nodded vigorously.

The show actually didn't go well.

Because the bureau was formed temporarily, there were not many people who came to the rehearsal in advance, and there were some minor problems in the coordination of sound and lighting, etc., and the host was a temporary cameo by a classmate, and it was true that the name was missed.

But everyone waited patiently and earnestly, no one booed or complained.

The originally scheduled two-hour performance ended in two and a half hours.

After thanking everyone, several heads of non-profit organizations came to the stage to explain the difficulty of children with autism and the significance of this non-profit project.

Numerous flashing lights were aimed at them, and related trending searches on Weibo were constantly rising.

All the guests present signed three sterling silver plates as a commemoration, and the auction was sold on the spot for charity.

It wasn't until the end of everything that Qi Lin finally took the microphone, and seriously bowed to all the screaming fans in the audience.

"In the next few years, I may still reduce many invitations and exposures."

"I love pop music, and I also want to make the same efforts in other fields."

"I don't think it's easy to say anything else," he paused, and looked at Jiang Jue who was in the audience.

The eyes of the two met from afar, and a sober and firm smile was seen in each other's eyes at the same time.

"No matter what the result is, thank you for waiting and liking."