Laid-off and re-employment

According to Zhang Feifan's experience of watching the Spring Festival Gala for many years, people who come down from the sky have to turn twice in the air, but Yan Zhuoying didn't, he just picked up the microphone and sang loudly as he wanted.

It was obviously a cappella without accompaniment, but just as Yan Zhuoying uttered the first word, the fans suddenly cheered and screamed, wave after wave, as if everyone had eaten golden throat lozenges.

Zhang Feifei was stunned, he didn't know why this old song made fans so excited.Seeing this, Zhang Bieyu explained to him in a low voice: "This is the first song he sang on stage."

When I met Yan Zhuoying for the first time, he was singing this song and standing on the talent show stage. We meet again today. He has debuted for many years, he is no longer unknown, and he is no longer timid and confused, but he still sings this song When you look at the song, it's like seeing it for the first time.

Why don't you make your fans go crazy!If they don't talk about Zhuoying's madness, what kind of madness is going on!

Countless cameras were aimed at the people on the stage, and Yan Zhuoying, who was standing on the stage, stood under the brightest light and looked down. He saw crowds of people, thousands of faces, and even those who were particularly bright in the dark. name.

That's my own name.

With a smile on his face, he waved his hands in every direction of the auditorium, and pressed his palms down again. Under his signal, the fans stopped screaming quickly and began to listen quietly to his singing.

However, the quietness is only the surface, and the madness is the inner one, but it just turned to the Internet and started to go crazy.In private groups in forums on Weibo, you can post wherever you can.

Although the signal is not good, only one or two of the few can be sent successfully, but so what?Crazy as long as you feel good, who cares whether others can see it?

A song was sung slowly, the lights on the stage went out, and the opening show was over.

The darkness in front of him made Zhang Bieyu regain his senses from Yan Zhuoying's performance just now, and only then did he realize that he followed him and sang half a song together.

Yan Zhuoying is right, the stage is so big, but when the lights are on, I can only see Yan Zhuoying alone, and singing live is more difficult than on TV, but he has no problem from expression to singing.

No wonder he can be so popular.

Zhang Bieyu couldn't help but compare himself with Yan Zhuoying in his heart, losing one item after another, feeling sour in his heart, the lights on the stage turned on again at this moment.

Everyone thought that the host was about to officially start the show, but no one else appeared on the stage, Yan Zhuoying was still standing there, but he was putting on a suit jacket.

"It's still a bit cold after dark, I'll put on some clothes." Yan Zhuoying said softly into the microphone, and there was another scream.He smiled and hissed to signal everyone to be quiet, and then continued: "Thank you everyone for coming to my birthday party, whether you are at the scene or you are watching the live broadcast, thank you very much, thank you."

He bowed in four directions and heard them all shouting happy birthday to Yan Zhuoying.The fans who came to the scene were notified before, they were organized and disciplined, and they all stopped after shouting three times.

"Thank you, today just started, I seem to have said thank you many times." Yan Zhuoying smiled, adjusted her moved and excited mood, pursed her lips and said: "There were hosts in previous birthday parties, but I didn't invite you to host the birthday party this time, so this time everyone should feel wronged and let me host your own birthday party."

The screams and cheers sounded, but Yan Zhuoying suddenly stretched out his finger to the sky, and said loudly: "In the first session, I have two new songs for everyone!"

The lights on the stage changed suddenly, the sound of the string orchestra sounded, and the deep cello sounded across the blackness. Yan Zhuoying wore his black suit and walked slowly towards the auditorium.

The first new song was lyrically sung slowly, not a love song but his own self-narrative, from the curiosity that filled his heart when he accidentally entered the unfamiliar entertainment circle at the beginning, to becoming famous overnight and facing overwhelming doubts, to stumbled all the way to the present.

He slowly sang his own songs and told his own stories without much rhetoric. It seemed that he was just a friend sitting in front of you, chatting about the past years and the bad known self.

[Some news is broadcast on TV, but some moods are not told to others]

When she sang this line, Yan Zhuoying suddenly turned her head and met Zhang Bieyu's eyes.

[It seems to be destined, it seems to be arranged, it seems to be those lucky ones]

She obviously didn't intend to turn her head, but just happened to see him, Yan Zhuoying sang the lyrics and laughed slowly,

Zhang Bieyu originally didn't want to smile, but now everyone is looking at him, but he is looking at himself, can it be considered that the smile is because of himself?

Vanity was satisfied, Zhang Bieyu couldn't control the curvature of his mouth anymore, and began to rise.

Yan Zhuoying quickly turned his head and looked away. He looked at everyone with a smile, raised the corner of his mouth generously, stretched out his hand and waved to the audience, and slowly sang, "That's why I met you."

Meet thousands of you.

The fans screamed repressedly and broke out during the interlude after the chorus, the lights and light sticks were waved, the new song couldn't be sung, and they couldn't follow the harmony, so let them beat the beat.

Even though the light that belongs to them is just an ordinary one among hundreds of light sticks, they still want Yan Zhuoying on the stage to see what they like.

After finishing a slow song, Yan Zhuoying did not stop, but suddenly turned around and ran to the center of the stage. The string band stopped, the sound of the electric bass broke the silence, and the beat of the drum set fell on his footsteps.

The lights on the stage became colorful, and there were fireworks exploding with crackling sounds. Yan Zhuoying stood in the center of the stage again, and changed back to his standard cool face.

"Second song, start now."

Gentleness is followed by violent wind, and slow songs are followed by dance music. When he debuted in the talent show, Yan Zhuoying's singing and dancing could only be regarded as quite satisfactory. Some people laughed at him for being greasy on stage, but fans praised him overwhelmingly. Sister Tao also told Yan Zhuoying not to care.

Sudden popularity will arouse the rebellion of others. He is not perfect, and it is too normal to be criticized by others.

He was only 22 years old that year, he hadn't been smoothed by the society, he still couldn't learn to look away, how could you tell him not to care?

If you don't practice dancing for a day, you will know it, and if you don't practice it for two days, others will know it.As long as Yan Zhuoying has time, he will lock himself in the dance studio. After countless nights in which the lights were not turned off in the dance studio, everyone will look wherever he is standing now.

There are some words that don’t need to be said, as long as you read them, no one can deny his strength and efforts.

The atmosphere was completely ignited and heated up. You don't have to suppress yourself when you sing and dance.

There were also fans in the VIP seats beside him, and the screams were behind him. Zhang Bieyu looked up at Yan Zhuoying, the center of the stage, without blinking his eyes, repeating that sentence in his heart again.

No wonder he is red.

He followed the fans and screamed twice, Zhang Feifan beside him was also deeply in love, put his finger in his mouth and blew a high-pitched voice, shouting Yan Zhuoying's name, telling him how handsome you are!

Zhang Bieyu's lung capacity roared, not only Yan Zhuoying on the stage paused, but everyone in the area looked over, Zhang Bieyu quickly called Zhang Feifan who was excited beside him, and told him to calm down, don't be turned away as a midnight murderer chicken coop.

Zhang Feifan calmed down for a moment, but when he saw Yan Zhuoying took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, the gurgle still came out.

Zhang Bieyu just stared blankly, not in the mood to remind Zhang Feifan to stop screaming, and only Yan Zhuying's undressing playback was in his head.

Damn it, this guy is so handsome again!

The rhythm of singing and dancing finally came to an end, Yan Zhuoying took a few breaths, and after calming down, he picked up the microphone and asked, "Do you like the new song?"

The voice of liking shouted like a tsunami, but Yan Zhuoying laughed: "You shouldn't ask, how could you say you don't like it."

Someone sang a naysayer, and at this moment, he raised his voice and yelled that he didn't like it. The voice was particularly conspicuous in the silence. Everyone laughed. Yan Zhuoying pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the voice, Seriously: "Then I will try my best to make you like me next time,"

There was another series of screams.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and said in a gentle voice, "After the new song is sung, the next one is an old song. If everyone can sing, you can sing along with me."

Yan Zhuoying raised his hand to give a gesture, and the music played again, because the old songs specially re-arranged for the birthday meeting also had a new flavor.

This song is a fast song that Yan Zhuoying came out of the circle. The voice of the fans chorus was even louder than Yan Zhuoying's voice. In the end, he couldn't sing anymore, so he could only point the microphone at the audience, saying that you will count on finishing singing up.

After singing this song, a reminder came from Yan Zhuoying's earphones, he turned and walked to the lifting platform: "Next, I'm going to change clothes, drink some water and take a break, but everyone has spent money to come, so we can't let everyone Just wait for me."

"Then..." He suddenly raised his voice and said, "Welcome Miss Rong Naixin, the rescuer!"

The fans had already guessed that it was time for the guest, and the guest was an entertainer, they could figure out what was going on with their feet, so the applause was far less enthusiastic than when Yan Zhuoying performed.

The fans just wanted to fast forward, to the time when Yan Zhuoying returned to the stage.

"The applause should be warm." Yan Zhuoying reminded at this time, the fans sighed, thinking to forget it, give him face, the applause on the scene immediately became enthusiastic.

Yan Zhuoying stood on the lifting platform and slowly descended, while Rong Naixin who was wearing a light green gauze dress on the other side slowly rose.

The lights in the sky turned into stars. Rong Naixin knew that she was not the most popular person on this stage, but the warm applause still made her smile sincerely.

Without saying too many polite words, Rong Naixin joked openly with the fans: "Just sing two songs, let Brother Yan change his clothes and rest for a while, and leave after singing, don't bother me."

The fans laughed and applauded a little more sincerely.

The first song is Rong Naixin's famous song, the love song with a gentle female voice is a universal style that will never go out of style, the second song is her new song, I thought it was the same as before, I love you that fits her image, why don't you Love my bitter love song.

It turned out that the first sound of the accompaniment was wrong. No one expected that she would tear off the hem of her dress and throw it aside, and the tutu skirt instantly turned into a tight-fitting cheongsam.

Rong Naixin grabbed the curly black hair directly behind her head, looked at the audience and winked and said, "It's boring to sing love songs, let's hurry up."

The dynamic dance music directly broke her previous image, and Yan Zhuoying's fans immediately screamed, "My sister is so hot, and the light sticks in my hands are swaying wildly."

Sister Tao, who was in the background, couldn't help raising her eyebrows, thinking that Rong Naixin must be on Weibo's most popular search.

And after singing a quick song, Rong Naixin put down a goodbye and left the stage cleanly, returning the stage to Yan Zhuoying.

After resting, Yan Zhuoying came on stage again. He changed into a pair of high-waisted black trousers, and wore a light blue shirt. He dragged a stool from the lifting platform and slowly returned to the audience's sight.

He limped and dragged the chair to the auditorium, less than ten meters away from Zhang Bieyu, and sat down.

Everyone froze for a moment, and heard him say with an embarrassed wry smile, "I'm sorry, I jumped too hard just now, and I have to sit down for a while because of cramp."