It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

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#MNL [-]nd Anniversary Comeback Concert - Monologue#

Confess to you with music, answer love with love.Dreams and love exist because of you. See you on September 9th! [Compare Heart][Compare Heart]

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"Mo Tingbai's little turtle: Looking forward to Mo Tingbai!"

"Xiangxue Shenshen: [心] [心] He Shenjian, you are love and dream [心] [心]"

"-Come for the light-: Qin Xuanxuan, the only lead singer, Qin Xuanxuan of Shuangshang Heights, Qin Xuanxuan with a gentle face, Qin Xuanxuan who sings and dances very well. Qin Xuan, we love you!"

"Sunflower Run: Ace Ace, very nice! Duck the duck! [Ace Sunflower Run.GIF]"

"Take a bite of konjac shreds: look forward to~~"

"White Knight MoMo: Mo Ting Bai"

"No, no, no, no-: Did something get mixed up upstairs?"

"Don't forget_mtb: Hehe, it's here, it's here, it's still here. If you don't post it, your father will die, right? Get out!"

"I'm really a passerby: pure passerby, isn't konjac silk the CP name of mtb and sn? Going to the official announcement of the concert to dance is a bit ugly!"

"Mango Sweet Cub: Old Huangquan passers-by, why did they dance, and danced after saying a word of anticipation? Is it scallop meat so sensitive?"

"I saw the reminder to memorize words: What year and month is this? I haven't been online for a few days, Mo Tingbai and Sinan both have CP fans?"

"The sweetness of the ice cubes exploded: Go upstairs and recite the vocabulary. Can a certain emperor have such a long personal stage if he doesn't post CP? We all know how pitiful his support is. When the two songs come down and there is no sound from the audience, it will be embarrassing." gone."

"Nan Nan closes his eyes and rushes forward: Looking forward to Sinan, Zai Zai covers his eyes and rushes forward!!"

"The loudest one is you: let me go, the weight of Sinan's fans is impressive... Srds, as a person who has watched the variety show, said that he is quite looking forward to Sinan's stage. He always talks about the emperor, the emperor, and even the stage time is shorter than his peers. Is the royal family missing a song from the team members?"

It took less than 10 minutes for the official song list to be released, and there were already over [-] comments below. When the popularity reached the top of the list, there were still many real passers-by running in to watch the fun. Fans under the topic quarreled over their idol’s Amway works. .

The marketing account also sent out to eat meat and drink soup. If there was no material, they used the edited video of "Crazy Holiday" that they hadn't had time to upload before. After a while, Sinan's title of "flag machine in the world" and Sinan and Mo Tingbai's "konjac silk" CP The name was another topic to build up layers of tall buildings.

The two people in the center of the topic were speeding on the outer ring expressway without being affected in the slightest.

It was late in the evening, the scorching sun faded away, and the purple-red sunset lay silently and gorgeously on the edge of the sky, intersecting with the river, and the wind swept people's faces with the aftertaste of being scorched.

Si Nan withdrew his hand from the window, and his gaze shifted from the increasingly sparse crowd of vehicles in front to the steering wheel inside the car, and then to Mo Tingbai's slender fingers holding the steering wheel.

"Mo Tingbai, won't I be recognized?" He asked.

"Do you think you're hot?" Mo Tingbai's voice was flat, his eyes fixed on the front all the time.

He is a very reassuring driver, Sinan thought.

After leaving the company, Mo Tingbai dragged Sinan into his car.

It can barely be regarded as performing in front of acquaintances, but there are not only acquaintances under the concert stage, but tens of thousands of pairs of strange eyes.

If you want to be safe, Sinan must have the ability to perform in front of strangers without being nervous about making mistakes.

After giving Sinan a mask, Mo Tingbai said that he would take him to a place for a street performance.

"Don't dance "Natural Idol", don't sing "Spring Night"." Mo Tingbai turned a corner at a leisurely pace and got off the highway as he spoke.As the car drove forward, the buildings on the side of the road became lower and lower, but there were many pedestrians, more than half of whom were middle-aged and elderly people leisurely shaking their fans and chatting on the side of the road.

"Perform for an hour, if the performance is not enough, I won't take you home." Mo Tingbai stopped the car at the entrance of a park and looked sideways at Sinan.

"If I don't sing these two songs, then what am I going to sing?" Sinan frowned and was puzzled. In an hour, there must be 20 songs. He has only heard two or three songs by the original body. Do you want to keep singing these few songs repeatedly? what.

"Whatever you want." Mo Tingbai said as he fumbled and pressed the button on the side of the car, and the door lock on Sinan's side was unlocked, "Get out of the car." Mo Tingbai said.

Simon: "Aren't you going to perform with me?"

"I don't have your problem." Mo Ting Baishou was already chasing people away.

Simon: Neither do I.

After being pushed out of the car, Sinan felt that he was also an idol, so he might be recognized, so he quickly put the mask Mo Tingbai gave him on his face.

His gaze scanned around cautiously, and from time to time some eyes were aimed at Mo Tingbai's Porsche body, but almost no one looked at Sinan who was wearing a tracksuit and a mask for the convenience of dancing.

Driving such a low-key car will also be watched, Sinan was puzzled.

The car window was rolled down, half of Mo Tingbai's face wearing sunglasses was exposed through the gap, and he threw out the speaker and microphone that he didn't know when he put it in the car: "I'll be back to pick you up in an hour."

"Aren't you watching?" Sinan took the speaker and looked at him.

The car window was quickly rolled up again, leaving only a gap three or four fingers wide. Mo Tingbai pulled the sunglasses to the tip of his nose with one hand, revealing a pair of slender and indifferent peach blossom eyes under the scattered bangs: "Sinan, do you think I Is there a lot of time? Why should I waste my time here watching your boring show."

Isn't it time to drive all the way here?

Moreover, if you are not watching from the side, how do you know if I am performing or not?

Before Sinan could ask his question, the dark blue sports car disappeared at the end of the intersection.

Sinan carried the speaker and walked to the edge of the park square.

At six or seven o'clock, the sun set at a second speed, and there was still some bustling light in the sky, and the street lamps on the square were lit.

In the middle of the square, there were more than a dozen aunts in red coats and green trousers. They were beaming and practicing square dancing with pink silk. The strong rhythmic songs played from the four speakers were so loud that Sinan probably couldn't beat the little guy in his hand. They found a small corner where fitness equipment was placed and put down the speakers.

"Young man, make money by performing arts." An old lady hanging on the walker shouted.

Before Sinan could speak, the aunt next to her twisted her waist and retorted: "What's the show? They're called street art performances by the younger generation, so you're just old fashioned."

"Yo, you're still an artist." The old lady clicked her tongue twice, "What are you singing about, young man?"

"What do you want to hear?" Sinan turned around and asked after connecting to the microphone. Although he was wearing a mask, his eyes were crooked and there was a sweet taste in his smile.

The old lady looked happy, and jumped off the walking machine vigorously: "You can sing "There is a Beautiful Legend", right?"

The aunt also came over: "How can young people today sing this? Now they all listen to rap, electronic music, etc. I'm talking about it, young man?"

The old lady felt unconvinced: "I can't get used to those songs now, wow wow. I just think "There is a beautiful legend" is good." As she spoke, she started to sing, "There is a beautiful According to legend, the exquisite dripping stone," nodded at Sinan, "can sing goose~"

Counting the time for installing the equipment, an hour has passed and almost 10 minutes have passed. Sinan couldn't get in his mouth when he wanted to speak. When the two old ladies were arguing about who is more advanced, classics or pop, Sinan picked up the microphone and said: "Otherwise I will Sing "Beautiful Legend", I will listen to it first."

Si Nan took out his mobile phone, put on the earphones and listened quickly, and the old lady who had the upper hand over there said proudly: "Let me just say, classics are eternal."

Learning a song is not difficult for Sinan, he quickly connected to the microphone and finished singing the song handpicked by the old lady.

"Hey, you sing really well, young man! There are not many of you in this generation who can sing well, just those on TV now, and they even say they are singing, and they can't understand the words." The old lady shouted at Sinan. Thumb, and said: "Can "Song of Peony" be sung?"

"Wait a minute, I have to listen to it again."

Si Nan was learning and singing, and soon more and more people came to ask for songs, and the aunt who was originally dancing in the square also threw down the silk and ran over to shout:

"Come to "Hometown Love"!"

"According to "Lovesickness"!"

Sinan responded patiently: "Come one by one."

Behind a bush in the park, Mo Tingbai, who was tightly wrapped in a mask and sunglasses, showed his head.

The car was too noisy, and he stopped at another intersection. The 200-meter road was muddy and potholed due to watering. It took a full 5 minutes to walk. There was still dripping water on the leaves of the shrubs. Mo Tingbai kept backing away in disgust, flying insects constantly under his feet, and when he was fighting with moving and immobile creatures, Sinan sang a song.

"There is a beautiful legend..."

"What are you doing?" Mo Tingbai broke a tree branch to repel insects under his feet, frowning tightly, "When did you learn the songs of this era?"

A group of old men and women who were more than three times their age surrounded Sinan with kind eyes, some fanned him, some handed him tea, and said, "It's so rare!"

"Tch, Sinan, you still have time to be liked." Mo Tingbai laughed, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

The warm yellow light enveloped Sinan's body, because the weather was still hot, and because he sang several songs, a little sweat oozed from Sinan's forehead, which shone faintly under the light, but looked very refreshing and vigorous .

"It's really cute when you smile." Mo Tingbai chuckled, took out his phone and took a picture of Sinan.

Mo Tingbai was not the only one who couldn't help taking out his mobile phone. The little girl who went home during the summer vacation to accompany the old lady to dance in the square was originally bored. When she was thinking of a reason and was about to go back, she was dragged by the old lady to Sinan who was singing. .

The little girl felt that these eyes seemed a little familiar, like a celebrity, but she also felt that it was impossible for a celebrity to come to their small place for a road show. Maybe he was a college student who was on vacation like him.

After singing a few songs, the more I listen to them, the more I like them. The voice is great, and the eyes are so handsome!

I couldn't help but recorded a video and posted it on Weibo, and finally caught the moment when the boy stopped, the little girl ran over quickly, her face was as red as her grandma's red coat.

"Hello...can you give me your WeChat..." The little girl hesitated, and the grandmother next to her thought that it would be great if such a good guy would be her grandson-in-law, so she pushed the little girl forward, "My granddaughter is a sophomore studying fine arts this year, how old are you, young man?"

"I'm 21." Sinan took out his phone, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. In the previous world, the girls were all blurry background panels. Although there were some screaming at him, there was no emotional line derived from it, and it was the same for being asked for a number. first time.

When I called up WeChat and was about to open the QR code, the phone rang suddenly, with a bright display on it: Don't listen to white.

The [people not to be messed with] in the WeChat note has been replaced by [Gentle Beast] by Si Nan, but the phone number is still the real name that the original body gave the note, and the little girl who accidentally caught a glimpse next to her was also startled.

Don't listen to white?Is it the Mo Tingbai she knows?

"Hello?" Si Nan opened his mouth and found that the speaker was still connected, so he quickly cut off the Bluetooth, and said to the phone, "Don't listen to Bai, I've sung several songs."

Mo Tingbai's head was full of black lines: "Don't call me by my name in public!"

"Oh." Sinan nodded obediently, "When are you coming to pick me up?"

Mo Tingbai didn't answer him, but said, "Sinan, do you know what the basic qualities of an idol are?"

"Ok?"

"You can't wechat girls! Otherwise you're screwed!"

Si Nan quickly covered his phone, and looked vigilantly at the little girl next to him who was still a bit confused.

little girl:  …

"But how did you know that someone asked me for WeChat?" Sinan asked.

Mo Tingbai was silent for two seconds, and said, "How could I know, I just want to remind you."

"Oh." Sinan nodded, "Are you really not going to see my performance?"

Si Nan covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered his name word by word: "Don't listen to white."

Mo Tingbai flipped through the photos in his mobile phone, smiled silently, and then showed a serious face: "I don't have time, I came here to do business and dragged you here, do you think everyone is as useless as you?" Announcement—Young man, give way, my wheelchair is not easy to get through!"

"What's the sound?" Sinan felt that the sound seemed to be divided into two, one was from the phone, and the other was not far from the scene, so he looked around.

"It's nothing." Mo Tingbai covered the microphone and stood up to make way for the wheelchair-bound grandfather.

There was just a small step ahead, the old man pawed twice but did not move, Mo Ting Bai pushed him over with a straight face.

The old grandfather's voice was loud, and he turned around and shouted loudly: "Thank you, young man!"

It was too late when Mo Tingbai realized that the voice was so loud that Sinan could hear it, and then hid behind the grandfather's wheelchair.

"Mo Tingbai, come to see my performance!"

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