Reborn Star Plane Merchant

"The next song, I want to find someone to come up and sing with me, is anyone willing?" Lin Qingyu glanced around the audience and asked with a smile.

"Willing—" everyone yelled together, and the sound almost lifted the roof. Those who were caught by his gaze felt that he was looking at them, and the whole hall screamed excitedly one after another.

"Raise your hand if you are willing," Lin Qingyu compared the posture of raising his hand, walking back and forth on the stage, "Raise it higher, let me see you!"

"Ah..." Everyone stood up and waved their hands desperately, desperately wanting the opportunity to sing with their idols on the same stage. How many fans dream of being able to get in close contact with their idols!

Lin Qingyu raised his finger to the auditorium and moved slowly. Wherever he pointed, the crowd would become commotion. People jumped up and waved their hands desperately, "Here, here..."

Lin Qingyu pointed to a place and stopped, "You, that's you, the student in blue at table 98."

Everyone was looking for table No. 98, and finally focused their eyes on an inconspicuous corner. Yulong was pushed by Wang Lang, and she didn't react when all eyes turned to her.

"Come up, I'm calling you!" Wang Lang reminded.

Although Yulong also raised his hands high, he never thought that such good luck would fall on his head. He walked out in a daze, and the crowd automatically gave way to a narrow aisle to let him pass.

Coming to the bottom of the stage, Lin Qingyu handed him a slender and beautiful hand.

There was a burst of excited screams from the crowd.

Yulong put her hand into Lin Qingyu's palm, and was dragged onto the stage by him.

Lin Qingyu didn't let go of his hand immediately, pulled him to the middle of the stage, and asked softly with a smile, "Please tell me your name?"

"Yulong." Yulong felt that Lin Qingyu was almost a head taller than him, and he only reached his chin, and the hand holding him was dry and slightly cool. For some reason, a female college classmate in his previous life said that flashed through his mind. In a word, a man with cool palms also has a cold heart, but in fact, his temperature is lower than normal people, so it shouldn't be considered cool, right?

"Yulong," Lin Qingyu murmured softly, "a nice name."

Yulong felt her name spit out on the tip of his tongue, with an indescribable taste, as if she had a shocking affection at first sight, but also with a bit of intimacy and familiarity like an old friend. Lin Qingyu put her hand on the Yulong clasped her shoulders, "The next song is a cover of an ancient earth song I sang when I first debuted. The name is "One Night in Beijing". Can you sing it?"

"Yes." Yulong nodded, and Lin Qingyu made changes to this song, changing the original duet of men and women into a duet of two men.

When the music started, Yulong sang the female part at the beginning: I don’t want to ask you again where are you?

Don't want to think about whether you can come back

thinking of your heart thinking of your face

If you want to hold it to your chest, you can hold it, but you can't let it go

The clear and pure juvenile voice is surprisingly nice, like a lily that just bloomed in the mountains and fields, clean and pure white, untainted by mortal dust, making people want to protect that beauty and not bear to destroy it.

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience.

"One night in beijing..." Lin Qingyu looked into Yulong's eyes, as if he had been looking into the depths of his soul, those eyes with a crooked smile seemed to seduce intentionally or unintentionally.

I leave a lot of love

whether you love it or not

dust of history

night in beijing

I leave a lot of love

dare not ask directions at midnight

Afraid of walking into the depths of flowers

"People say that in the depths of a hundred flowers..." Yulong continued to sing, almost unable to hold the power of the idol's over one million watts of electricity, but fortunately, he had his own heart and could barely hold it.

old lover

sewed embroidered shoes

old man with peaceful face

Still waiting for the returning man

……

The combination of the clean and clear boyish voice and the penetrating male voice was unexpectedly harmonious, and the audience seemed to enjoy a different kind of auditory feast.

After the singing, Lin Qingyu personally sent Yulong off the stage. During the short journey back to her seat, Yulong received the attention of many men and women.

Yulong went back to the sofa and sat down, took a sip of water from the cup on the table, and only after drinking did she realize that it was the sweet-scented osmanthus brew that Wang Lang poured earlier.

"You're fine, you sing so well!" Wang Lang thumped his shoulder. It was the first time he heard Yulong sing, and he felt amazed.

Yulong snorted, he felt that he would not be out of tune when he sang, and he could barely hear it. A voice like Lin Qingyu's that can directly hit the depths of people's souls is the real melody of nature.

Lin Qingyu sang five songs in total, and the whole fan meeting ended in less than half an hour, but everyone understood that the schedule of idols was very tight, and they were already very satisfied to find time to meet them.Some people in the bar left, but most stayed, as if they hadn't recovered from the auditory feast just now.

Yulong unknowingly downed most of a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus brew, feeling a little dizzy, and went to the bathroom to drain the water. Since he had never been to this bar before, he couldn't find the bathroom for a while, so he wandered around in the aisle , I don't know where I went, there are black crystal walls on both sides of the aisle, and the surrounding is very quiet, and the hustle and bustle of the hall can hardly be heard.

"Ayu." Yulong suddenly heard a familiar voice, he couldn't help but paused slightly, and slowly leaned his body against the wall, his befuddled brain didn't react for a while.

His eyes fell on the black crystal wall opposite, and he couldn't help but condense slightly. The wall reflected a figure he was familiar with like a mirror. Ayi came from the other end of the corridor. There was no smile on his face, but it made people feel gentle. in the bones.

That was Ayi, who Yulong had never seen before. He suddenly felt something, and stared closely at the back of another tall figure. He was so familiar with this figure that he could recognize it as soon as it appeared on the screen—— A few minutes ago, they sang a song on the same stage...

Yulong felt as if struck by lightning, her mind went blank.

"Ayu has seen His Highness the Second Highness." The man turned around slowly, showing a face that turned all sentient beings upside down, and respectfully performed a standard court salute to Fan Yichen.

"Ayu, do you have to do this?" Fan Yichen stepped forward and held Lin Qingyu's arm, stopped his movement, then paused slightly, and let him go, "Are you willing to come back?"

"Yeah, I'm back." Lin Qingyu smiled faintly, put his face close to Fan Yichen's ear, and lowered his voice, "But seeing that you are all well, I am not very well."

"That incident was an accident," Fan Yichen said calmly, "Ayu, you know the cause and effect..."

"Yeah, I know, I can't be more clear," Lin Qingyu interrupted him with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a gloomy look, "People who fall in love with your Huangfu family deserve this result."

Second Highness... Yulong was a little confused, Ayi is the second prince of the empire?Isn't his surname Fan?He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, feeling more dizzy.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Yulong raised her head to find that Lin Qingyu had left, and Ayi was standing alone in the corridor, staring blankly ahead.

Seeing such a lonely expression on the person he loved deeply made him feel more uncomfortable than what he had experienced.

"Who's there?" Fan Yichen came back to his senses and immediately discovered the existence of another person.