Passionate to know

November 11th, this is a day that should be remembered.

The press conference of Fanling was not held in Yujing Company, but Hualing paid for the largest multi-functional exhibition hall in the city, which was also one of the conditions proposed by Hualing at the beginning.

That night, celebrities gathered, and the major media outlets rushed out, directly setting up a live broadcast channel, fearing that it would be a second slower and lose a few points in ratings.

What is displayed tonight is not only the last single product of Fanling, Song Zhiyang has already arranged for two bulletproof vehicles to take out the first six works of Fanling from the museum, and together with Anzhi's works will be released together.All those who have seen the true face of Fan Ling can't help but sigh with emotion, Bai Yuncanggou, 11 years are just a snap of the fingers.

Song Zhiyang met the guests who entered the venue one after another in the front hall, while Qin Ge was busy in the backstage, managing up and down, and the whole venue was orderly.

The elegant violinist played the movement, symbolizing the grand opening tonight.The background curtain of the venue was slowly opened, and the huge photos were displayed in front of everyone, which attracted everyone's amazement.The photo is Anzhi's work, the protagonist of tonight - Fanling's last single product.

Even if it's just a photo, you can clearly see the delicate and exquisite Diancui, which will not lose to Jiang Yuyuan's previous handwriting.The shape of the whole work is like half a broken butterfly attached to a cluster of burning fire. It is obviously a scene of moths flying to the flame, but such a heroic pattern is covered by blue and green colors, which looks beautiful and desolate.

In the upper right corner of the screen, the flame-colored characters are written like dragons and snakes, and the title is clear-"fight the fire".

Qin Ge looked at the photo, walked up to Song Zhiyang, and said sincerely, "Mr. An is indeed a genius."

Song Zhiyang put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "I know."

"I'm going to worry about how to keep him for Mr. Song."

Song Zhiyang snorted with his nose: "Boss Qin, I'm too worried."

Qin Ge turned around and patted Song Zhiyang on the shoulder, "Confidence is good, it's better not to become conceited, it's ironic when an accident happens." After speaking, he walked backstage.

Song Zhiyang didn't want to guess the meaning of Qin Ge's words, because Jiang Yuyuan had already come to power.

The press conference officially begins.

Jiang Yuyuan is wearing a conservative wine-red gown tonight, and her hair is high, which makes her look extraordinarily energetic.Her somewhat old eyes seemed to have been swept away from the shadows of so many years, and her high-spirited appearance was just like when she was young.

She was still elegant and graceful on the platform, and gave the opening speech perfectly, but anyone could see that she was a little excited.

How could she not be excited?

Jiang Yuyuan read the speech, and as he read it, tears welled up in his eyes. What is the concept of 11 years? It is difficult for a person to be persistent in one thing for 11 years.Those days and nights of studying, those futile running around, and those disappointments of bumping into walls are all worth it today.

While she was full of emotion in her heart, she finished her speech fluently.In the end, she bowed deeply to the audience and said emotionally: "Next, please appreciate the first six pieces of Fanling that have been dusty for 11 years."

As soon as the words fell, the stage lights dimmed in a coordinated manner, and a beam of follow spot lights hit the tray in the hands of the hostesses.The hostesses slowly walked onto the stage one by one, and everyone's eyes were firmly glued to those works.

Everything looks in order.

As long as all six works are displayed, An Zhi will appear in front of everyone holding "Huo Huo", which is the pre-design of the stage process.

Just at this moment, the backstage staff came over panting, sweating profusely and said to Song Zhiyang, "No! It's not good! Mr. An... Fanling... can't be found!"

Song Zhiyang only felt a buzzing in his head, and shouted sharply: "Be clear, what is missing?"

The staff swallowed: "It's all... gone."

.........

"What did you say?!" Jiang Yuyuan slapped the table heavily, "Such a big man! Such an important thing! Why is it missing! Look for it! Find it for me!"

Jiang Yuyuan's expression can be described as frightened, just now he slapped so hard that even his long little thumbnail broke off.

The stage manager wiped his sweat, and said with a guilty conscience: "People in our company are not familiar with this place...Probably...Mr. An has lost his way...This...the hostess on this stage has walked back and forth three times... Just stabilize the outside first..."

Song Zhiyang commanded: "Go and tell the host, let the etiquette come down, and put the halftime show on top first, if you haven't found anyone after the show, let's play Fanling's video commentary first, in short, drag it first, it's right to be a gimmick gone."

The manager promised twice, and hurried to go.

Jiang Yuyuan kept calling An Zhi's phone, but no one answered, Jiang Yuyuan was so angry that he even smashed his phone.

"When will things go wrong? Just now!"

It was a bit harsh to say this, but Song Zhiyang knew that Fanling meant a lot to her, and she couldn't control her emotions, so she knelt down and comforted her: "Mom, don't worry, Anzhi is a person who cares about the overall situation."

After listening to Song Zhiyang's words, Jiang Yuyuan reluctantly let go.

"I know where An Zhi is."

Qin Ge's voice was like an antidote, saving the two anxious people.

"Where is he?"

"Just now, I met him in the corridor. He said that he felt that the work was not perfect enough, and he wanted to change it again."

"Nonsense!" Jiang Yuyuan suddenly became angry again, how to change this time?She immediately asked, "Where is he?"

"Second floor, I'll ask the secretary to take you there." After waving, a female secretary came forward, "Teacher Jiang, please follow me."

As soon as Jiang Yuyuan heard this, he immediately ran to the second floor with the people. Seeing this, Song Zhiyang wanted to follow, but was stopped by Qin Ge.

"Mr. Song, let them solve the matter of their artists themselves. I think the front office needs you more now."

Song Zhiyang frowned and frowned, looked in the direction of the second floor, his eyelids twitched.But what Qin Ge said was right, the front hall couldn't be away from him for too long, and he finally gave up.

As soon as he returned to the front hall, Song Zhiyang received a text message from An Zhi.

"After the video, I'll be on stage."

Now, Song Zhiyang was completely relieved.

The performance ended in only five or six minutes. The lights in the audience were turned off again, and the LED screens were turned on. The 6-year documentary of Fanling carefully produced by Yujing will be played.

When everyone was watching with bated breath, the screen suddenly flashed everything, presenting a strange picture.

Song Zhiyang looked at the screen that was still playing, and his pupils closed violently.

Oops.

……

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, the female secretary pointed to a room: "Mr. An is here."

"Anzhi!" Jiang Yuyuan opened the door and there was a high-pitched call, "What are you doing?!"

An Zhi in the room, sitting on a chair, holding the "Fire Fighter" in his hand, looked extremely calm, as if he didn't feel that he had done anything worth worrying about.When he saw Jiang Yuyuan coming in, he said softly, "Madam Song, please close the door, it's a bit cold."

Jiang Yuyuan felt that An Zhi was possessed by a demon, and she was still losing the chain at such an important moment. She couldn't help but sink her face, and for the first time sternly shouted at An Zhi: "An Zhi! Now is not the time to play, All the media and clients are waiting outside! I don’t care if you have stage fright or not, in short, you go on stage with your work right now!”

An Zhi watched Jiang Yuyuan get angry quietly. After she finished speaking, he got up and walked to the door, but instead of going out, he closed the door and chuckled: "Mrs. Song, calm down. I am here for today After working hard for so long, how could it not end?"

"Then what are you doing foreign work here?!"

An Zhi picked up "Pu Huo", looked at it with almost nostalgic eyes, but said in a helpless tone: "I am its creator, I am just a little bit reluctant to let it be occupied by other people's eyes." .”

Jiang Yuyuan felt that she had never met such an unreasonable person as An Zhi in her life, and her good self-cultivation for so many years was almost wiped out by An Zhi.What's more, today, for today, she has been looking forward to it for 11 years! 11 years!How could she allow mistakes!She almost roared and yelled at Anzhi: "That's not only your work! I'm also its creator! Now, as the designer of Fanling, I order you to take Fanling out immediately!"

Hearing Jiang Yuyuan's words, An Zhi burst out laughing suddenly, a real belly laugh: "Hahaha...hahaha..." He laughed so hard that tears flowed out, and he even closed his mouth. I couldn't help coughing a few times, probably anyone who knew An Zhi had never seen An Zhi laughing like this.

"Your? Designer? Hehe..." An Zhi's eyes became mocking and sharp, like a knife, piercing Jiang Yuyuan's body again and again, she suddenly had an indescribable urge to want to Block An Zhi's mouth, lest he say something shocking.

But Anzhi would naturally let her get what she wanted, and he blurted out the words like a blade: "Mrs. Song, you are really justified in snatching other people's works!"

Have you ever seen the look on the face of someone dying of thirst on the beach?Have you ever seen the face of a patient lying on a bed with exhausted oil and lamps?Jiang Yuyuan's expression at this moment is the same as these.Her face, which was flushed with rage just now, instantly deflated like a punctured rubber ball.

"...you...you are talking nonsense!"

An Zhi looked at Jiang Yuyuan's panic like watching a clown, and continued to hit her fragile heart: "I think you shouldn't be too old to forget the real designer of Fanling...An, Yue, really. "

The thick powder cake on Jiang Yuyuan's face was not as good as the disastrous look on her face at the moment. She stared at An Zhi with her eyes staring like copper bells, her throat seemed to be strangled by some rope, and said with difficulty: "You ...Whose name did you just...call? Who are you? You...how did you know? How did you know her!"

An Zhi looked at Jiang Yuyuan like an idiot: "Her surname is An, and I am also surnamed An. Tell me, what is our relationship?"

"Anzhi...An...Yuezhen...An..." Jiang Yuyuan murmured several times, unable to accept the fact: "Are you... her child?"

An Zhi smiled with satisfaction, and the smile was harmless to humans and animals. He nodded and said to Jiang Yuyuan, "Let's get to know each other again, Mrs. Song. I am a real child, and my name is An Zhi."