In six and a half hours, Zhang Beifeng's national tour concert, Star City Station, will be held in this stadium that can accommodate 30,000 people.
entrance.
Several security guards were guarding the door to prevent people from sneaking in.
"Oh, this security guard is so principled that he won't even let me in even if I give him money."
In the square not far away, a group of Zhang Beifeng fans gathered with various support items.
The leader spread his hands and said, "We have no choice but to wait until the time comes to let us in before entering."
"Brother Yu, why don't we start at eight o'clock in the evening? There's no one inside. Why should we go in at this time? Watch birds poop, is there anyone who wants to poop or clean up?"
His words immediately attracted the eyes of others.
Do you have two arms?
Several people looked at the "cute new baby" in front of them. Only Brother Yu took the initiative to explain: "Go in and watch the rehearsal."
"Wouldn't it be different at night?"
Brother Yu said: "In the evening, Brother Feng will sing for tens of thousands of people. Now when we go in, Brother Feng will sing for a few of us. One is for the ordinary audience and the other is for VIPs. Can it be the same?"
The cute new baby was about to speak, but Brother Yu raised his hand and interrupted him, "Stop talking! Listen, the rehearsal has begun."
Inside the stadium.
Zhang Beifeng said to Zhou Ziwu: "After six songs, I will change my clothes for the first time. It will take about five minutes. I will leave this time to you."
Zhou Ziwu nodded.
Zhang Beifeng smiled and said OK to him, then came to stand on the hanging basket on the stage.
Tonight, he plans to make a cool appearance.
behind.
Zhou Ziwu looked at the large empty seats in the stands around him, and his heart surged.
In a few hours, these seats will be filled with people, and by then, when I sing on stage, I will truly be the center of attention.
Why are you feeling a little stressed all of a sudden?
Listening to the intermittent music coming from inside, the cute baby asked again, "Why is there a section of silence in the middle of every song? Is there something wrong with the accompaniment equipment?"
"This is reserved interaction time, so don't be so talkative."
Even Brother Yu, who had always been very patient, was annoyed by him asking, where did these 100,000 whys come from?
After another long period of silence, an unfamiliar melody came from the venue.
"Which song is this? Brother Feng has released a new song?"
"This song is not by Brother Feng, it is "Stubborn" by Zhou Ziwu."
"Zhou Ziwu? Stubborn?"
They had an impression of this name. Brother Feng seemed to have mentioned it on Weibo. As for this song, everyone looked unfamiliar.
…
At seven o'clock in the evening, night falls.
There are already many Zhang Beifeng fans in the square outside the stadium. They are in small groups, bringing their own or other people's girlfriends, looking forward to Zhang Beifeng's upcoming concert.
"You can enter."
Someone shouted, and the crowd began to move slowly towards the entrance.
When the first spectator who finished checking his tickets walked into the stadium, his attention was immediately attracted by several giant screens in front of him.
The video played above is a video that Zhang Beifeng recorded in advance. He would like to thank his fans and friends who have supported him over the years.
What is this hanging basket for?
A hanging basket hanging in the air caught his attention. There seemed to be figures of people shaking on the hanging basket, but it was too dark and he couldn't see clearly who was on it.
Maybe it's the staff.
He no longer paid attention to the people on the hanging basket, but instead watched the video on the giant screen.
eight pm.
Most of the audience has finished entering the venue, and there are tens of thousands of people at the scene, making a huge noise.
Even if people are next to each other, they have to shout loudly to hear what the other person is saying.
Suddenly, the video on the giant screen suddenly turned into numbers composed of flames. Along with the shocking sound effects, fans began to count down with the numbers.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"ohhhhhh!"
The sound came like an overwhelming wave, one wave after another. Zhou Ziwu stood in the background, listening to the shouts outside, and his adrenaline surged.
"howare you guys!"
The rising "clouds" of dry ice made the scene feel like a fairyland.
This voice came from the "cloud". When the headlights were turned on and the camera was turned on, everyone saw clearly that the figure on the hanging basket was Zhang Beifeng himself.
It turned out that he had been standing there for at least an hour!
This appearance is so surprising!
"Ahhhh!!!"
The sound at the scene has once again reached a new level.
As the hanging basket slowly descended, Zhang Beifeng said a few opening remarks and said: "'No Man's Land' is for you."
"Ahhhh!!!"
The fans at the scene have turned into ruthless machines that can only say ahh.
Just listening, many people felt something was wrong. Brother Feng's state today didn't seem right.
Why does your voice sound trembling? Is your throat tired from the continuous concerts?
Three minutes later, the first song ended.
Zhang Beifeng was not in a hurry to sing the second song. Instead, he held the microphone with a depressed expression and said, "Originally, I wanted to spend a happy night with everyone."
"However, an unexpected incident disrupted my plan. I believe you heard it just now, my voice was trembling a little."
As soon as he said this, there was a sudden discussion in the audience.
"What's wrong with your throat?"
"Are you really tired?"
"Can't we sing tonight?"
Backstage, the staff were in chaos.
Listening to the noise in the audience, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Beifeng's face, "Okay, just kidding, I didn't expect that the night in Star City would be so cold."
"The cold wind was blowing up there for an hour just now. My whole body was messed up in the wind. I will never fix these things again. Please give me two minutes and I will take a breather."
Zhou Ziwu looked wonderful.
He never expected that Uncle Zhang, who looked serious on the surface, would turn out to be such a rough-and-tumble person.
Fans were also dumbfounded.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Beifeng gasped and said to his fans: "I'll go down and change clothes. In the next few minutes, I'll ask my good friend Zhou Ziwu to sing his original song, "Stubborn" for everyone."
"ohhhh!"
Cheers rang out.
In fact, most people don't know Zhou Ziwu, and the cheers are just because of Zhang Beifeng's face.
Below the stage.
"call--"
Zhou Ziwu took a deep breath and walked onto the lift.
As the lift platform continued to rise, the scene in front of him gradually became brighter and brighter from darkness.
Until the end, when he slowly ascended to the stage, a bright blue "starry sky" composed of tens of thousands of stars came into his eyes.
The blue dots of "stars" are the light emitted by the waving fluorescent sticks.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
When Zhou Ziwu's face was transmitted to the giant screen through the camera and entered the audience's sight, the scene once again erupted into huge cheers.
However, this time the cheers seemed to be mostly from girls.