In the evening, it was already after nine o'clock when the recording of the program was completed. This was a time specially chosen by the program team because there were a lot of excitement today and it was not safe for passersby to come and go during the day.
It started drizzling in the afternoon, and by the time the recording was completed, everyone was soaked in the rain. Especially at the end, director Yan Ming blew up a house. Everyone was so out of their wits that their legs felt a little weak from running away.
Fortunately, the location here is in the suburbs. If we were in the city, if we made such a big noise, we would have to be invited to the police station for tea.
After returning to the hotel, after taking a shower and going downstairs to have dinner together, Fang Jing formally invited the FHM members to attend the concert. Luo Zhixiang had already agreed and had no objection.
Huang Bo also expressed his willingness to go. Wang Xu was an employee under him, so he naturally followed his boss. Sun Honglei thought about it and also agreed to participate. Only Huang Lei said he could go but not sing.
Fang Jing didn't force him. Huang Lei had stopped singing for many years, so his willingness to go was considered a sign of consideration.
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On July 7th, at the Magic City Sports Center, two hundred security personnel arrived early. At 6:30 p.m., a large number of fans began to check in and check in.
"Beauty, do you want to buy a light stick? Ten yuan?"
"Beauty, do you want the Fangjing Luminous Brand?"
"Handsome guy, I see this is your girlfriend. She is so beautiful. Buy her a drink. She will be here for several hours. Don't let her get thirsty."
In front of the stadium, there are many temporary stalls set up on the street, all of which are used to earn money from fans attending the concert. They sell everything.
Not to mention, the business was not very good. Few of the people who came to the concert were poor, and most of them came in groups. They bought whatever they wanted, and the items were not expensive for just a few yuan.
In the dressing room backstage, Bai Luomei carefully applied makeup on Fang Jing's eyebrows. More than a dozen cosmetics were applied in turn, and it took twenty minutes to complete.
Then the costume designer brought him clothes. There were more than thirty sets of clothes. He tried on each set again and finally selected five sets.
Shoes, hairstyle, etc. have all been tested several times in advance.
At seven o'clock, it was getting dark and the entrance was closed.
"Sister Zhang, aren't you going to live broadcast and play games today? Well, there are many people over there. Are they attending some party?"
The corner of Zhang Fenfang's mouth twitched, "Brother, Leopard-headed Brother, is it too dark for you to see my beauty? First of all, I am Brother Zhang, not Sister Zhang."
"One more thing, I really won't be playing games live today. I already said this yesterday. Now I'm watching Fang Jing's concert at the Magic City Stadium. I'll show you how popular the scene is."
As a popular anchor on the Shark Platform, Zhang Fenfang had many people online even during her mobile live broadcast. When the camera turned, all the people in the live broadcast room saw were black heads and fans shouting.
"Okay, the concert is about to start. I'm going to listen to the song. The broadcast is off. Everyone, please leave!"
He couldn't do such a thing by letting others watch the concert via live broadcast. If Fang Jing knew about it, he would have to cheat him dozens of times.
If the concert can be watched live, there is no need for the organizer to continue to hold it, and no singer will be willing to sing. Imagine that the venue is empty and there are dozens of mobile phones holding the live broadcast. Who can sing in that scene?
"Good evening, all fans and friends!" A voice came from all directions, and Fang Jing slowly rose up from below through the elevator.
"I'm glad you can attend my concert. I'll give you a song called My Future Is Not a Dream."
As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared in the middle of the stage, with colorful lights shining on his body. His long, short hair was dyed yellow and combed into a slicked back style, making him look neat and energetic.
He looks very handsome with his deep eyes and sharp eyebrows. His white shirt and black vest are quite British style.
The music was playing, and the big screen on the back showed bright neon lights, busy streets, and an animated version of a young man wearing a black suit walking on the street.
"Are you like me bowing your head in the sun?"
"Working hard and quietly with sweat"
"Are you like me, even if you suffer indifference?"
"Don't give up on the life you want."
"Are you busy pursuing me all day long?"
"Pursuing an unexpected tenderness"
Fang Jing sang affectionately, and some audience members hummed along softly, and some gentle people sang so hard that they shed tears.
From his angle, the auditorium was so densely packed that no one could be seen, only the waving and flashing light sticks all over the sky.
At the beginning of the year, he was just a fledgling little actor. At the New Year's Eve concert, he was still in this venue, with all the stars. He only had one song, and he was a little trembling and excited when he sang it.
More than half a year later, this place has become his home court. No one competes with him for rehearsal time, there is no director to urge him, and he does not have to work hard to get a seat.
Pick up the microphone, he is the only protagonist, and today, he has the final say!
"I know! My future is not a dream!!"
"I live every minute seriously!"
"My future is not a dream!"
"My heart moves with hope!"
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"I debuted at the age of seventeen. Thank you for your company along the way." Fang Jing bowed deeply after singing a song.
He participated in Metamorphosis at the age of seventeen. He turned eighteen in the ninth month of the lunar calendar last year. Now he will be nineteen in a few months. If he is still studying, he will take the college entrance examination like ordinary people.
"When I was a kid"
“There are many jasmine flowers in front of the door”
“Exudes a light fragrance”
"As I grow up"
"Those jasmine flowers in front of the door"
"It has slowly withered and no longer sprouts."
In the crowd, several junior high school classmates cheered. Yan Jing still had the same short neck-length hair, her appearance had not changed much after a few months, and she was still wearing the same green sweater she had last seen.
Fang Jing remembered that this girl had always liked wearing sweatshirts when she was in junior high school. She didn't know what the quirk was.
Chen Jinpeng, an old acquaintance, has been coming to support him since the New Year's Eve concert, and he was not absent this time either.
Knowing that they were coming, Fang Jing specially sent a few front-row tickets and asked his assistant to book a hotel and round-trip air tickets for them.
In the past, everyone had a good relationship, and he had a lot of fun with these people even though he had no money. Now that he finally comes here, it's nothing to do anything he can.
"In the rainy season when I was seventeen, we had the same expectations, and we once hugged each other tightly..." Yan Jing held a blue fluorescent stick and sang along, her eyes moistening as she sang.
Next to her was Fang Hui. It was summer vacation again in a blink of an eye. Fang Jing grabbed her to go to the summer camp. Knowing that Chen Jinpeng and others were coming, he asked them to form a group and come together.
Looking at this brother's female classmate, Fang Hui thought for a while and took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it over.
Yan Jing took good care of her along the way and gave her a lot of food. I heard from Chen Jinpeng that Fang Jing once worked part-time and couldn't go back to the dormitory late at night, so he stayed at someone else's house for one night. If it weren't for her young age, all her children would fight now.
Soy sauce.
Fang Hui didn't believe a word of this. If something really happened to these two people, she could only watch Fang Jing sing in prison.
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