"You haven't even heard this song. Are you a fan of Wenwen?"
"If you're not a fan of Wenwen, why are you here? It's not a waste of time. Come down quickly. Come down quickly."
"Okay, what we are looking for today is a friend who has never heard of this song." Song Wenwen also has good adaptability. She then smiled and said: "I will sing a line and you will sing along. Is that okay?"
"Okay...ok." Lin Yu nodded, still a little confused: "As long as you are willing to teach, I am willing to learn..."
"Okay then, let's start now, the music starts..." Song Wenwen smiled slightly.
The music at the scene sounded slowly. Because this song is a classical song, the opening music started with guzheng. As the music played, Song Wenwen gently spit out the lyrics.
She sang a line, and Lin Yu sang a line along with it. This mixed male and female chorus style was a bit weird. Lin Xun seemed a little jerky at first, but he soon figured out the lyrics.
The lyrics of this song were written by Song Wenwen. The meaning of the lyrics is very ancient, and the meaning is very deep, which makes people never tire of listening to it.
Soon, Lin Yu became familiar with the lyrics, and he volunteered to sing the song with Song Wenwen, and then the chorus officially began.
The music is getting slower and slower, which is similar to the Spring River Flower Moonlight Night in the ancient poem. It is gentle at first, then compact, and in this compact fragment it reaches the peak of the song.
The fans were so excited that they stood up one after another and sang along with Song Wenwen uncontrollably. Some even stood on the stools excitedly.
At this moment, a man walked quickly to the stage holding a bouquet of flowers. At concerts, fans usually give flowers to their favorite stars. This is already a norm, so this man walked out
At that time, no one deliberately stopped him.
He raised the flower in his hand and handed it to Song Wenwen. At this moment, Lin Yu, who was singing, glanced at the man. A sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart. Without thinking, he reached out and held Song Wenwen's hand.
He was held in his arms, rolled quickly on the spot, and then threw the microphone in his hand towards the man who walked on the stage.
Song Wenwen, who was immersed in her own music, was confused. She was singing, okay? She didn't understand what Lin Yu meant. Was he trying to forcefully kiss her?
Then he realized that he had really thought too much. The man was knocked down by the microphone in Lin Yu's hand. The bouquet of flowers he was holding forward exploded with a bang, and then a stench came.
What's hidden inside this flower is actually a rotten egg.
And there are some special devices placed on it. As long as these devices are pressed, the rotten eggs can explode directly. If you really take the bouquet of flowers... the consequences will be really disastrous.
The fans at the scene were stunned, and then they came to their senses. What they saw in front of them made them completely angry. Even if they were stupid, they realized that this man was throwing rotten eggs at their idols, and they couldn't bear it.
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"Catch him and beat that guy to death..."
I don't know who yelled, and nearly half of the men on the scene stood up. They stared angrily at the man who was still lying on the ground on the stage, and almost rushed towards the stage like a crazy bunch.
There were hundreds of people at the concert, and they didn't buy tickets. There were nearly a thousand people standing outside at the advertisement.
More importantly, for some reason, the news about Wenwen being thrown rotten eggs spread throughout the venue. The door of the concert was pushed open by angry fans, and they rushed in angrily. They wanted to find the man who threw rotten eggs.
, they were going to tear that guy into pieces.
The scene instantly got out of control. The police intervened in time, but the angry crowd seemed to have exploded. Many people squeezed through the concert stage and rushed towards the stage.
Fortunately, the man who caused the accident was controlled in time, otherwise this guy would definitely pay the price for his ignorance.
"Let's go..." Lin Yu pulled Song Wenwen and quickly got into the backstage.
The concert was held in an opera house, which was relatively old. Lin Yu pulled her all the way to grab it, while the people behind her had already squeezed through the defense team composed of police and bodyguards, and rushed in completely.
"Ouch..." Song Wenwen suddenly twisted her foot, and then a heartbreaking pain shot through her foot.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yu quickly turned around.
"My foot is twisted." Song Wenwen frowned. Her high-heeled shoes were too high. She left in a hurry just now and accidentally twisted her foot.
"Come in." Lin Yu pulled her into the dressing room, turned on the big lights in the dressing room, helped her sit on the chair, lifted up her skirt, and looked at her injured foot.
The one that Song Wenwen twisted just now was really serious. After a while, her ankle began to swell. Lin Yu stretched out his hand and pressed on her foot and said, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts..." Song Wenwen exhaled in pain.
"It's twisted, not dislocated." Lin Yu smiled and said, "It's not a big problem, don't worry."
As Lin Yu spoke, he reached out and took off her high-heeled shoes, found his position, and started massaging her feet.
Song Wenwen felt waves of pain in her feet. She endured the pain and said to Lin Yu with some worry: "Lin Yu... will my foot be broken? Will I not be able to dance anymore? I
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"You are thinking too much." Lin Yu said dumbfounded: "I said, this is just a twist, not even a dislocation. In other words, even if it is really broken, I can still find a way to make you the same as before.
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"Really? Are you lying to me?" Song Wenwen asked with some doubts.
"Why should I lie to you?" Lin Yu said strangely, then he let go of his hand and said: "It's okay, come down and take a few steps and try..."
"Really?" Song Wenwen then realized that the swelling in her ankle had subsided after Lin Yu pressed it a few times. She stood up with some hesitation and tried to take a few steps.
Sure enough, the heartbreaking pain just now had completely disappeared, and she felt that there was nothing wrong with her feet.
"Awesome, are your hands magic hands?" Song Wenwen asked.
"I'm a doctor. You can't even call it a dislocation. You underestimate my medical skills." Lin Yu said with a bitter smile.
"That's good, that's good." Song Wenwen murmured, and she sat down on the chair, feeling a little lost for a moment.
The scene just now was something she had never encountered before. Although she had held many concerts, the order was maintained very well every time, and her reputation had always been good. No one had ever made things difficult for her at a concert.