Food saves the world [Interstellar]

Liao Lan has a starship specially used for touring concerts, because he does not care whether it is a big planet or a small planet when he holds a concert, as long as he encounters a planet on the way, he will stop.

Since some small planets do not have dedicated venues for concerts, he purchased a remodeled starship specially used for concerts with the help of the Therapist Association.

But also because of this, his mental strength has been seriously overdrawn over the years.This time when I went back to the Central Star for a concert, I was persuaded by my manager to talk about it before agreeing.

The manager originally planned to persuade him to rest for a while after returning to the central star, but he hasn't had time to speak yet.

After a while, listening to the rehearsal music outside gradually stopped, the manager immediately greeted him with a bottle of special nutrient solution.

Seeing his manager's nervous look, the man in a silver costume felt a little helpless: "You don't have to be so nervous, I didn't use my energy during the rehearsal."

As one of the few therapists in the Federation who can conduct group therapy, Liao Lan, who has held many concerts over the years, has long been able to control his spiritual power freely.

His mental power was already somewhat overdrawn, so he naturally had to use the few mental powers he had in the most important places.

The manager turned a deaf ear and continued to babble: "It's not that I'm scaring you. Vice President Wang of the Association of Therapists, you know, he was carried away by the Federal Hospital every three days because of his mental exhaustion. For two days, the director of the Federal Hospital sent a communication to the old president, saying that if Vice President Wang doesn't pay attention, he might be in danger of mental breakdown."

After finishing speaking, seeing that the big singer and famous therapist he was in charge of still didn't care, the manager who was a little middle-aged and fat continued to give examples: "There is also Therapist Wei, remember? She was ranked with you before." She is one of the outstanding therapists of the Federation's youth generation, I heard that the edge star fought with the Zerg before, and she almost became a vegetative after overdrawing herself."

Liao Lan knew what his manager said, and because of his status, he also knew some things his manager didn't know.Seeing that the other party still looked very worried, the man with a warm temperament smiled and said: "I know what you said."

"But don't worry, I really didn't force myself."

He is just a little happy.He has been happy ever since he learned the secret news from the Therapist Association two years ago.

Originally, whenever he arrived at a planet, looking at the turbulent crowd in front of him, every eye seemed to contain hope, and he always felt a sense of guilt for being powerless.

But now, Liao Lan has a new idea.

His current efforts are not only for those who have hope in their eyes.

Also for that still immature child.

Although these adults don't have the ability of that child, they can stand in front of the child before he grows up safely, and they can always do it.

Just like he was detected to have the potential to become a therapist before, but those seniors never let people overly disturb him, creating a peaceful childhood and adolescence for him.

The psychological depression caused by overly sensitive observation before the psychological maturity, only those who have experienced it can truly understand the horror.

Tired like this, he still said that he was just happy. The manager looked at his artist with complicated eyes, always thinking that he might have a problem with his mental strength.

But now there is no time for him and Liao Lan to talk anymore, because there is already a faint sound coming from outside.

There are spectators entering the arena one after another.

After taking the nutrient solution from the agent's hand and drinking it, Liao Lan sat down and closed his eyes for a while, then got up and left the stage with the microphone in hand.

When he was about to walk to the front of the stage, his figure suddenly became a little dazed.But soon Liao Lan pressed his temple and stepped up the steps steadily again.

At the concert venue

Ning Yuan was sitting with Lu Ming and Lu Ming's family. On the left of the little guy was his little friend, and on the right was the third uncle who had specially asked someone to change his seat and also sat next to him.

Not to mention, although Lu Ming always steals his father's spices, his father still loves him a lot.When buying the tickets, he didn't perfunctory him, and bought several front-row tickets.

At this time, in the seat of Lu Ming's parents, a man who looked a little like his son Lu Ming was sitting upright, but it was not difficult to see that the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the bottom of his ears.

Good boy.He thought that this kid specially asked for another ticket from him to give it to someone.Unexpectedly, he abducted Mr. Ning Yuan from the next door.

It's worth the front-row ticket he grabbed for this silly boy!

Thinking of the concert that he would be able to hear up close later, and the children sitting two seats away, the man smiled happily no matter how much he tried to keep calm.

Until Lu Ming, who was next to him, looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Dad, is your face cramp?"

The man pulled his face away, and quietly glanced at Ning Yuan who was not far away. Seeing that he probably didn't hear Lu Ming's words, he was relieved.

At the same time, he glanced at Lu Ming.

Forget it, he took back what he said earlier.

This unlucky child should be beaten first after returning home.

Now I have learned to frame him in front of my friends.

Lu Ming didn't know anything about his father's psychological activities. After seeing the other party's suspected twitching face seemed to return to normal under his reminder, he calmed down and continued talking to the boss.

"Boss, boss, look, the one in front is Vice President Wang of the Association of Therapists. He is very powerful. He is also here to listen to the concert today." Looking around, he looked in the direction of Lu Ming's finger, and he saw A burly old man was sitting in the audience seats.

Liao Lan's concert scene was not noisy.Even if there are really one or two unconscious audience members who make a big noise during the concert and disturb everyone listening to the concert, they will be thrown out by the impatient audience soon.

So when Lu Ming and Ning Yuan talked about Vice President Wang, Vice President Wang, who had been paying attention to this side, just heard him rightly, turned his head and smiled and greeted the two little dolls.

The reason why Vice President Wang appeared at the concert today is not all because Ning Yuan also came, it was just a coincidence.

He came here mainly because of Liao Lan's invitation.

In the early years, Vice President Wang was in charge of newly registered therapists in the association before he became the president, so he had a good relationship with both Wei Jin and Liao Lan.

As the start of the concert drew closer, everyone consciously stopped speaking loudly.

The audience sitting in the front row gradually heard the sound of stepping up the stairs, and a silver figure gradually appeared on the stage.

Although there is no concept of chasing stars in the interstellar era, when Liao Lan appeared, there were still many audiences below silently waving anything that could shine in their hands without a teacher, to welcome the arrival of a new concert .

The little guy sitting in the front row watched everyone wave, and followed everyone's example by turning on the light function of his communicator.The soft and non-glare light instantly filled the entire communicator, and then Ning Yuan's small arms lifted it above his head and began to shake.

Because the child is not tall enough, from the perspective of the audience behind, a white and tender little hand suddenly appeared above the originally empty auditorium, holding a luminous communicator in the little hand, which dangled with the adults' movements dangle away.

At this time, many people suddenly realized that it wasn't because there was an audience member in the front row who didn't come.Instead, he came but was not tall enough to show his head.

Liao Lan on the stage also saw this scene.

Although he knew of Ning Yuan's existence, he didn't know the specific appearance of the little guy.So I just smiled kindly at the little guy who was shaking the communicator with the adults, and then started his own singing.

Different from the more explosive concerts in ancient times, Liao Lan's concert style is quieter, even a little hypnotic.

With the soft singing of the man on the stage.The adults below with strong self-control are okay, but the children are different.

Liao Lan's concert was at night, so it was time for Ning Yuan to sleep.Only because he was watching the concert now, the little guy who was distracted didn't feel sleepy.

But now, the time and place are favorable, and the uncle's quiet singing like a stream flowing in my ears.The lights on the stage were dim, and the lights off the stage were not dazzling.

The kid sitting in the front row who was still shaking the communicator to light up suddenly yawned a little, and the frequency of shaking his hands gradually decreased until it gradually stopped.

The seats in the auditorium are big enough for a five-year-old kid, who can sleep with his head slightly tilted back.

Lu Ming, who was originally listening, was about to turn his head and whisper something to the boss, when he saw that the boss was already sleeping soundly on the seat with his eyes closed.

Lu Ming watched the boss's third uncle lightly put his own coat on the boss, and the range of activities could not help being much smaller as he sat on the side.

Although the purpose of taking the boss for maintenance today seems to have not been achieved, but sleeping with the boss should be considered maintenance, right?

After another hour or so, the concert was halfway through.Ning Yuan's sleeping place has changed from a seat to the third uncle's arms.

Liao Lan, who was still singing on the stage, could see the An Ran child in the front row who was sleeping in the arms of the adults at a glance. Maybe it was because the child was sleeping too sweetly, or it could be because the child was too cute. The rhythm of the singing was involuntarily slowed down.

Until he changed a song and was about to sing again, the corner of his eye swept the other direction in the front row, as if another audience member had fallen asleep.

Liao Lan couldn't help feeling helpless.

When he held a concert before, he never saw so many people sleeping.

He took a closer look, and when he saw who was sleeping, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Without thinking, he stopped singing and said, "The audience in Block B12, please take a picture of the person sleeping next to me."

After speaking, he himself walked over there non-stop.

Because of her impatience, Liao Lan's voice was a little loud.The child who was sleeping soundly was awakened by a sudden sound.The big eyes followed the footsteps of the people on the stage ignorantly.

Ok?

Ning Yuan, who hadn't fully woken up, was a little dazed.

But when he saw Grandpa Wang with his eyes closed, he subconsciously felt something was wrong.When I got up, I wanted to get out of the third uncle's arms.

The sudden accident turned the scene into a commotion, and all the audience looked in the direction of Vice President Wang.

Soon other people recognized Vice President Wang.

Someone realized that something was wrong, and immediately dialed the communications of the Therapist Association and the Federal Hospital.

Because it was relatively close, Ning Yuan quickly came to the old man who had lost consciousness, and stretched out his small hand to grab Grandpa Wang's wrist.

As soon as he caught it, before he could make another move, there was another exclamation.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion of mental strength and the sudden panic, Liao Lan, who was walking towards this side just now, also fell down on the stage with a bang.

The little guy looked left and right.

I want to catch my uncle on the stage, but I feel that I can't let go of Grandpa Wang, because if I let go, there will be problems.He could only grab his little hand in the direction where Liao Lan fell through the air in vain.