After Wang Zixuan took his fans to have an authentic French meal, he took them to the Internet together.
"Why did you get online..." Meng Xiaoyou asked doubtfully.
Wang Zixuan put on his eyes and said: "Don't make any noise, everyone, don't say who I am, how about we play a game today, World of Warcraft, which is a very popular game recently. I usually like to play it when I have free time..."
"No, you still play games?" Meng Xiaoyou pointed at Wang Zixuan in surprise and said.
"Why, it's not possible. I also have hobbies, okay? I can't play games. Don't look at it like this. I'm also a master of playing World of Warcraft..." Wang Zixuan opened Meng Xiaoyou's little hand and said.
"Okay, I never knew that Prince Xuan can play games before. I'll try it too, but you have to protect me..." Jinsha was also a little interested. It was the first time he heard that Prince Xuan could play games. After all, everyone knows that Prince Xuan can play games.
He has been developing in the music and film circles, and everyone doesn't know much about his private life.
The male fans are much more excited. Games are their favorite. They are not interested in games yet. It is finally their turn to show off their skills.
Wang Zixuan pointed at the male fans beside him and said: "Don't worry, beauties, we have a few handsome guys to protect you. What kind of monster can decisively make them burst into tears..."
"Okay, it's up to you..."
"No problem..."
Wang Zixuan and others came to the net, and with a series of machines, eleven people entered the World of Warcraft and started fighting. The girls were often attacked because of their insensitive operation, and they screamed from time to time. The boys fought against the monsters passionately...
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It was as if he was back in middle school. Wang Zixuan felt this familiar feeling. It was more relaxed this way. Ordinary people also have the fun of ordinary people.
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After fighting hard all afternoon on the Internet, Wang Zixuan said goodbye to the lucky fans and came to the concert site to start tonight's concert. Of course, Zhang Xueyou also arrived in time.
"Originally it was Andy who came this time, but he was temporarily busy, so the two of us changed get off work. He was the guest singer at the concert in Beijing, and I will be the guest singer today, no problem..." Zhang Xueyou said to Wang Zixuan.
"No problem, Seventh Brother, you look very beautiful tonight, here is your hard-earned money..." Wang Zixuan took out a gold card and put it in Zhang Xueyou's hand, which contained 50 million yuan.
Zhang Xueyou frowned and said: "Brother, you are wrong. My brother is performing in your concert as a friend, and my brother is holding a concert in China. As a brother, it is normal for me to support..."
Wang Zixuan patted Zhang Xueyou on the shoulder and said: "Seventh brother, I feel bad for always troublesome brothers. Don't worry about this little trick. My brothers are still settling the accounts. Accept it. I have caused you such trouble."
I came here and shied away a lot of things. This is a small compensation. I accept it..."
Zhang Xueyou accepted the gold card and said: "Okay, let's forget it this time. Don't be so polite next time. You are still being polite to your brothers after such a long time. You really are. Don't be so polite next time..."
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Wang Zixuan said with a smile: "I won't give it to you next time if you want it. It seems that I will invite you more often in the future. Since Brother Qi has spoken out, I won't give you any money. I have saved a lot of money..."
"You kid, you want to buy it once and use it as a permanent meal ticket. You brat is really good at planning. If I had known about it, I wouldn't have said anything..." Zhang Xueyou couldn't help laughing and scolding.
"Well, I'm just trying to get off the slope. Okay, I'm on stage. For the second song, I will sing with my brother again. For the first song, I want to commemorate my brother Zhang Guorong. Today is his death anniversary..."
Wang Zixuan said.
"Well, go, alas, Guorong is really, forget it, go, give him the first song. He will be very happy when he hears you, a little brother, remembering him like this in heaven." Zhang Xueyou sighed with emotion.
He said.
Wang Zixuan nodded, pursed his lips, clapped his hands with Zhang Xueyou, and walked onto the stage...
The moment Wang Zixuan walked onto the stage, all the fans cheered in unison, and their screams penetrated the sky.
Wang Zixuan's face turned red, and he stretched out his hand to wave to the fans. He spoke loudly into the microphone and said: "Hi, good evening, everyone. It's the beginning of the concert soon. Today is April 1st. It's an unusual day. There must be many.
Everyone knows the significance of today. It is the first anniversary of the death of my brother Zhang Guorong. Now, let us observe three minutes of silence to convey our thoughts to this music superstar..."
Suddenly the whole place was silent. Everyone held their hands together, closed their eyes, and began to recall Zhang Guorong. There were many die-hard fans of Zhang Guorong at the scene. They couldn't help but shed tears. The sudden departure of their brother was everyone's fault.
Pity.
After three minutes, Wang Zixuan picked up the microphone and said: "The first song today, "A Chinese Ghost Story", must have been heard by many people. It is a classic song and one of my brother's famous songs. I will sing it tonight.
This song is in Cantonese. I think it is best to use Cantonese.
I have practiced Cantonese many times before coming here. It may not be too standard. I hope you can forgive me. OK, now, the first song tonight is "A Chinese Ghost Story"..."
"woooooooooooo!!"
"Pa bang..."
"Pa bang..."
"Pa bang..."
The fans applauded enthusiastically. This must be the first time that Wang Zixuan sang a Cantonese song, which was very memorable.
Wang Zixuan nodded to the backstage, and the melodious melody gradually sounded, and the atmosphere that had been lingering in the ancient times was slowly washed away.
The road of life is as long as dreams are
The road is windy and frosty, the wind and frost hit my face dryly
In this world of mortals, how many directions can dreams take?
Looking for love in the heart of crazy dreams, the road is confusing with people
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Wang Zixuan held the microphone and sang softly. The faint sadness slowly spread throughout the audience as his singing voice made everyone recall the time when Zhang Guorong stood on the stage and sang this song.
Wang Zixuan's siren singing voice is at work again. Even the Cantonese songs are simulated to the point of reality. Moreover, Wang Zixuan listened carefully to Zhang Guorong's voice when singing this song many times, and imitated his own voice.
With this sense of rhythm, it truly simulates Zhang Guorong's "A Chinese Ghost Story".
Wang Zixuan's singing was so real that the fans could hardly tell whether it was Wang Zixuan standing on the stage or Leslie Cheung back then. It was so realistic that if they didn't look at people, they would almost think that it was Leslie Cheung standing on the stage.
Rong.
Wang Zixuan did not mean to imitate Zhang Guorong. Instead of imitating, he would rather sing his own feelings. However, this song recalled Zhang Guorong, so he sang with Zhang Guorong's feeling. He felt that his brother was not meant to surpass him.
It is to commemorate Zhang Guorong. As Zhang Guorong, Zhang Guorong is already an unsupportable monument. There is only one Zhang Guorong in the world, and there will be no second one. He is unique, so there is no need to surpass, only to remember.
