[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Qi Yan felt that human beings are really hypocritical and cruel creatures.When He Qianqiu taught Simon a lesson, he thought it was a big fuss, and even complained about being wronged when he was cleaned up.

Now that He Qianqiu let go gently as he wished, he felt uncomfortable again.

He wanted to say something else, but the editor came in and He Qianqiu was getting ready to work, so he had no choice but to leave first.

Until he set off, ready to take off, he was a little sullen.Luo Yiping and Simon were both there, and asked him what's the matter, Qi Yan said nothing.Are you kidding, do you want to say "I'm not happy because Mr. He didn't bully me"?It will definitely be regarded as Shaking M.

Simon misunderstood, and held his hand and said, "Are you unhappy because Billboard's ranking is too low? No problem, I'll give you a scan next week, and I'm sure you'll be in the top ten!"

Qi Yan almost choked on the intake pipe with a sip of coffee, endured and endured but still couldn't hold back, knocked on Simon's head, Simon covered his forehead aggrievedly and muttered, "A man's head and a woman's butt cannot be touched casually. "

Qi Yan laughed at him: "Man? Where is it? Is Lao Tzu so reduced to the point where I need to brush the list? Where did you learn these messy ideas?"

There were tears in the corners of Simon's eyes, "My classmates are all canvassing for his favorite idol, and all the pocket money for a month has been poured into it."

"You need to be sensible when chasing stars," Qi Yan taught the young boy solemnly, "Do you understand? Do what you can, and don't spend money recklessly."

Simon thought for a while, but still didn't understand, "But, I bought [-] CDs of yours, and they are almost used up, and I plan to buy another [-] CDs... My classmates say this is true love."

Qi Yan was angry: "You are in a special situation!" Qi Yan couldn't stand their behavior of eating records as consumables. Even though he had known these aliens for a while, he still felt awkward.

Simon nodded obediently, and then whispered to him: "Brother Xiaoyan, hurry up and release a new album, I'm tired of the old ones."

Qi Yan replaced force with action, and punched him on the head.Only then did the little boy calm down, thinking that when I grow up to He Qianqiu's height, I will definitely deal with you in turn.

The ideal is very plump and the reality is very skinny. If he wants to grow up like He Qianqiu, the road ahead is far away.

The two were arguing, when suddenly someone behind him laughed, "Are you Qi Yan?"

It has a deep and deep voice like a cello. Qi Yan originally thought that He Qianqiu's voice was human enough, but he didn't expect this man's voice to be more mellow, making people who heard it feel crisp from the ears to the soles of the feet.

He turned his head and saw a man with a complexion like chocolate sitting in the back row. His curly black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, his facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and his eyes were like bright black gemstones, looking at him with an obvious smile.He is a typical Middle Eastern handsome guy, but unfortunately he did not wear a robe, but a well-tailored gray-blue checked shirt with light gray trousers.

Qi Yan lamented that his fans are really globalized, while showing a springy smile, "I am."

The man stretched out his hand to him, "My name is Shen Qinghou, nice to meet you."

Qi Yan shook hands with him hesitantly, and then heard him smile heartily, "Don't look at me like this, I actually grew up in China."

The man is very talkative. He introduced himself as an import and export business with branches in several countries.Because his father loves Chinese culture, he became a Chinese citizen a few years ago, so he immigrated to China with his parents when he was six years old. Naturally, he speaks Chinese fluently.

Shen Qinghou said that he went to New York this time to discuss business, and yes, he is indeed a fan of Qi Yan.

After speaking, he specially asked the secretary beside him for a pen and paper for Qi Yan to sign, and left a business card, begging Qi Yan to honor him and treat him to dinner or something.

Luo Yiping and Simon couldn't stand it any longer, pulled Qi Yan's clothes from left to right, pulled him over and reminded him in a low voice, "There is nothing to show courteousness to, it's either rape or robbery, Brother Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, don't be too easy to be fooled! Eat first , give a gift later, it’s time to open a room after a few soaks, be careful!”

Qi Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You guys think too much, why are there so many gays..."

"Maybe you can find fresh meat for the rich woman?"

Qi Yan continued to knock on Saimen's head, "You are talking nonsense at such a young age."

Simon continued to cover his head with various grievances, "I care about you!"

Qi Yan knew that the two of them were kind, but he also felt that they were too shadowy.Shen Qinghou is funny, talkative, and knowledgeable. In just a dozen hours, Qi Yan has gotten to know him to the point of exchanging wechat phone numbers and QQ numbers.

When it was time to part, Qi Yan was a little reluctant to part with her.

Located in the center of Manhattan, Bryant Park is known as a fashion landmark.This music festival invites all internationally influential musicians. When Qi Yan first received the invitation, he almost felt flattered.

The list includes Didi Foster, a famous black blues singer who has been famous for more than 30 years. Qi Yan watched her singing on TV when she was a child; and the White Rock Band, a powerful group that has won three Grammy Awards.

Qi Yan and Luo Yiping were a little dizzy when they checked the list and confirmed the timetable. They frowned and sighed deeply: "It's actually not a good thing for a teenager to become famous."

Luo Yiping snorted, "How many platinum records have you sold? How many concerts have you held? When will my salary reach five figures? How many awards have you won? Have you ever given an award? President of the Fan Support Club Who is it? How many albums have you released? How many masterpieces are there? Why are you lamenting that you haven’t done anything.”

Qi Yan was immediately drenched in a basin of cold water, and he was no longer flustered, and was honestly preparing for the performance.

The music festival lasted for three days, and Qi Yan's daily performance time was arranged in the evening when the show was about to end. It was not intentional bullying, but he was indeed less experienced and famous than the other superstars.

Of the three songs he sang, two were in English, and the third was an ancient Chinese song.

Bi Wenning didn't follow, she had other business in the company.However, she also discussed carefully with Qi Yan through video calls, and she has reservations about Qi Yan's choice: "Although I can understand your desire to express the national style in public, the aesthetic difference caused by cultural differences is like a gap. Don’t cry when the effect is not good.”

Qi Yan chuckled: "It's a music festival, it's not a personal concert, don't you need to be so cautious? Anyway, I won't die just because I didn't sing well this time. Sister Wen Ning, just let me play."

Bi Wenning sighed helplessly, "Okay, just play if you like."

Qi Yan cheered and sang two songs in English and one in Chinese on the spot the next day.At night, people were high all day, and they were a little tired, but the Asian youth with a clean and clear voice still attracted many people to watch.

He wore a simple wolf-head T-shirt and linen slacks, sang soothing little love songs with his guitar in his arms, and then changed to an exotic foreign language song after singing.Although most people can't understand the lyrics, they are still attracted by it. They always feel that the song is elegant and sad, mysterious and melodious-even though Qi Yan sang "In the Three Thousand Drunken Country, I only heard that Cang's business is not smooth; In the dream of Jiangshan, you can't find the king of yesterday."

More and more people gathered, and at the end they were still unsatisfied. Seeing that Qi Yan was about to step down, many people started to shout Encore, and the staff also looked at him encouragingly, so Qi Yan had to sing two more songs in a row.After winning the first battle, Qi Yan couldn't help feeling elated after all.

During the day on the first day, he watched the performances of several singers he liked.The next day, I went to a store I had inquired about in advance to make jewelry.

This store is located on Fifth Avenue. The brand Qi Yan has never heard of. It's called Oulan.He originally wanted to choose a pair of rings at Tiffany's, but when he chatted with Liu Xin, Liu Xin, a fashion PHS, recommended this store to him.It is said to be a century-old brand, specializing in men's accessories, such as collar clips, cuff buttons, collar buttons and the like.In addition, couple rings and wedding rings are also designed.

Liu Xin also revealed a piece of information to him. Oulan practiced the apprenticeship system, and now it has been passed down for seven generations. Today's seventh-generation Oulan master is very arrogant and difficult to serve, but he is also quite talented.If you can get the design that he only makes one pair every year, it will definitely be a treasure that can be passed down from family to family.

Qi Yan felt that this was probably considered an independent designer, so he wanted to kill two birds with one stone, on the one hand to complete the task, on the other hand... well, he just wanted to give He Qianqiu a gift.

The facade of Olan's store was very inconspicuous, and he almost missed it.When I opened the door and went in, I saw a handsome Middle Eastern guy who was talking to the clerk very familiar.His handsome guy also saw Qi Yan, and immediately smiled, "Xiao Yan? What a coincidence?"

Qi Yan couldn't help laughing, "Shen Qinghou, I didn't expect to meet so soon."

Shen Qinghou is obviously a regular customer, and warmly entertained him instead of the clerk, took the picture album and opened it, "Come on, sit down, Olan's autumn and winter themes have come out, pick slowly. This pair of platinum silk snowflake cufflinks is good, pre-order It will take half a year, and I have already placed an order. The matching collar clip is this..."

Qi Yan wanted to cry, but he was embarrassed to tell Shen Qinghou that what he wanted to buy was a pair of rings for couples, and the marriage and love information of artists were all company secrets.

But looking at Shen Qinghou's enthusiastic introduction, it's really hard to refuse. This guy is actually a trustee of the store, right?

He was hesitating whether to go along with the flow and buy something casually to deal with it, or to excuse that when he was looking at the ring for a friend, the bell at the door of the store rang again.

"Xiao Yan?" The new guest is He Qianqiu. Qi Yan was taken aback when he saw He Qianqiu hand over the receipt to the clerk, then strode over, took his arm and pulled him behind, with a very bad tone, "Ka Sim, why are you here?"

Shen Qinghou propped his chin with a smile, and looked at He Qianqiu with provocative eyes, "This is really a coincidence, Qianqiu, did you forget that I am a VIP customer?"

Qi Yan poked his head out behind He Qianqiu, "Huh, do you know each other? This world is really small."

He Qianqiu abruptly interrupted his sigh, "Stay away from this person, otherwise everything he touches will rot."

"It's true Qianqiu. He said that he is like a virus. Who are you, that kid? I won't eat him if you protect him so tightly."

"Greedy food will shorten your life," He Qianqiu smiled, "Eat something you shouldn't eat, be careful of indigestion."

The other party also nodded with a smile, "That's right, it's really touching that Junior Brother cares about me so much."

They talked in Chinese, and the clerks’ Chinese proficiency was still at the level of “Hello, goodbye”, so they didn’t quite understand, but they also intuitively found that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so a familiar clerk came to smooth things over, “ Mr. He, do you need to inspect the goods in the private room?"

He Qianqiu said: "No need."

He took a long jewelry box from the beautiful clerk, opened it with a glance and then closed it.After signing for it, he held Qi Yan's hand, "Let's go."

Qi Yan noticed He Qianqiu's rare nervousness, and became more curious about the relationship between the two.At this time, he had no choice but to leave with He Qianqiu, and only turned his head to say goodbye to Shen Qinghou.

Shen Qinghou continued to smile and waved, "See you later, we will meet soon."

He Qianqiu strode forward, Qi Yan had no choice but to trot to keep up, "I seem to hear him calling you junior brother?"

"Well, one of us graduated from college."

In this way, He Qianming and Tang Dao also graduated from the same school, and Qi Yan suddenly became very nervous, "Does he have plans for you!"

He Qianqiu only slowed down at this time, the previous nervousness seemed to have never existed, he smiled and rubbed his back, "The old monster eats both men and women, but I like your type the most."

Qi Yan sighed, relieved, and brazenly hugged He Qianqiu's arm on the street, "I like you the most, and you are the only one I like."

Although the promise of language is insignificant, but hearing the sweet talk of the person you like, you can't stand it personally.He Qianqiu stood on the street, holding Qi Yan into his arms, "I like you too."

The two of them quietly warmed up for a while before Qi Yan asked: "By the way, what type am I?"

He Qianqiu hesitated, and after a few seconds he said uncertainly, "Stupid?"

Qi Yan firmly pushed him away, and left angrily alone.

He Qianqiu followed behind him unhurriedly, and the setting sun shone head-on, making the outline of the young man's body shone with golden light, and the shadows of the two were stretched out to be long and overlapped with each other.

After Qi Yan followed He Qianqiu to visit Aunt Yun obediently, when he left, He Qianqiu sighed, "Aunt Yun likes you very much."

Qi Yande said: "That's because the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at her, the happier she becomes."

He Qianqiu didn't refute, but just pampered and kissed him, Qi Yan soon couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed on the back seat.Then the man patted his face slowly, "Who is the son-in-law, huh?"

Qi Yan muttered unwillingly to say your name, and suddenly remembered that even if he brought his son-in-law home, there would be no mother-in-law to visit.So he lay in He Qianqiu's arms sullenly and didn't speak.

When it was time for the performance in the evening, the audience gathered around the stage was densely packed, with a total of two to three hundred people, and there was no need to ask for help.Qi Yan bumped his fists with Simon who was squatting backstage, and then jumped onto the stage.

The atmosphere ahead was still very harmonious and warm. When the prelude to the third song was over and Qi Yan had just started to sing the first line, something flew in front of him suddenly.

He dodged to the side reflexively, the thing hit the stage and burst with a bang, splashing scarlet liquid, some of which fell on his trousers.The strong smell of paint spread out, and the cracked rubber skin bounced aside, it was a balloon filled with paint.

Immediately afterwards, more balloons flew onto the stage, crackling and bursting, accompanied by shouts and curses.

The spotlights on the stage were bright, but in contrast, he could only see the darkness below the stage, and the malice seemed to form a whole and weigh heavily on it.

Qi Yan was a little stunned, but fortunately the security guards reacted very quickly, rushed up to protect him, and immediately took him to the backstage.

The crowd is easy to incite, and after drinking some wine, and in such an emotional atmosphere, the balloon thrower was premeditated, while the mineral water bottle thrower behind him was making a fuss.

Fortunately, only a small number of people threw bottles, and more spectators couldn't stand it any longer, and started arguing with others. The dispute turned into pushing and shoving, and pushing and shoving turned into fists, and the riot quickly expanded.There were people running around, yelling, fighting, making trouble. The NYPD came, the fire department came, and finally the ambulance came.The TV station that was originally present immediately began to broadcast the riot live.

Qi Yan huddled in the temporary backstage, hugging his legs tightly, listening to the noise and commotion outside, he couldn't understand how this matter became so serious.

The author has something to say: try to sum up the characteristics of each character in one word: Qi Yan: Stupid

He Qianqiu: pretend

Tang Yue: Ruthless

Du Feng: Miserable

He Qianming: Two

Tang Dao: Tsundere

Tang Dao: "Get lost!"