Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

The performance at Northwestern University the next night was also a great success. After the performance, Yu Dongqing and the others were surrounded by enthusiastic fans and almost left the concert hall, but they returned to the hotel under the protection of security guards.

After a night's rest, they learned their lesson this time and hurriedly left the hotel early in the morning with their luggage and sunglasses on. However, Du Hui would stay for two more days because he had to give lectures at Shaanxi University of Finance and Economics.

As a result, before Yu Dongqing and the others arrived at the airport on the bus to the airport, they saw Du Hui starting to complain in the WeChat group of the four of them.

"I couldn't finish this lesson. If I had known I would go back to Yanjing with you."

"What's wrong?"

"The students didn't listen to my lectures. They insisted on taking photos with me and made me sing the song "Rukawa Kaede and Kurai Sora"!"

"Haha, let's sing." Yu Dongqing smiled and typed.

"I'm still here to give lectures, not to sing! Okay, okay, finally a teacher is here to maintain order. Let's stop talking." There was no news about Du Hui.

Yu Dongqing looked at it and smiled.

The plane arrived at Daxing Airport at 11 noon.

The group of people pushed their luggage, talked and laughed, and walked out of the passage to the lobby. Suddenly they found a large number of young men and women, most of whom were underage girls, and some reporters who looked like they were waiting with cameras.

It was probably a fan who came to pick up his idol at the airport.

Of course Yu Dongqing would not think that he was picking her up.

Their audience is basically college students or people who are already working, and these fans tend to be younger.

People like traffic stars.

This is a huge battle.

Yu Dongqing was a little curious about which celebrity it was, and then she heard someone shout: Come out!

I saw a handsome boy wearing a mask walking out of the passage, accompanied by several assistants escorting him.

"Congcong, I love you!"

"Grow up with you, send you off on a long journey, and wait for you to come home."

Fans held up their mobile phones and rushed forward crazily, making the scene a bit chaotic.

"Hey, who is this?" Yu Dongqing didn't recognize him and asked Zhang Yang in a low voice out of curiosity.

Zhang Yang took a look and said in a low voice: "It seems that his name is Liu Cong, a popular niche student who sings rap and dances, but he is second-tier at best. I didn't expect that this opportunity would be quite big."

Liu Cong looked at this formation and felt secretly proud.

The specific flight number for his return to Beijing was naturally "accidentally" revealed through the fan support meeting.

Of course, the top level of the fan circle is the fans. For ordinary fans, if they want to know the latest news about celebrities, such as flight information, they have to pay, which is not much, only ten yuan.

Otherwise, who will do those things that are of no benefit to fans?

And reporters.

Just having your own fans and no reporters, what kind of pick-up is that?

Of course, reporters also need to clear relationships.

With the fans picking him up, Liu Cong felt very proud, but he couldn't show it on the surface and looked like he was leaving in a hurry.

Don't stay in the terminal for too long, lest you be accused of disturbing order and occupying public resources online, which is self-defeating.

Huh.

what happened?

Why are the reporters gathering around those middle-aged men for interviews?

But you paid for it yourself?

Even some fans gathered around?

Liu Cong's face suddenly looked a little ugly, and his assistant whispered something in his ear.

The assistant looked at it carefully and suddenly realized: "It's Dad Qu, Yu Dongqing!"

Grass!

Liu Cong cursed secretly in his mind.

If you create such a big battle yourself, you will be making wedding clothes for others!

Yu Dongqing also didn't expect that when a few of her people dragged their suitcases past, they would be stopped by reporters.

"Hello, Mr. Yu, last night you and your band sang two new songs at the College Student Music Festival. What was your creative inspiration?"

"Folk music has become popular again in the past year. Do you think there is a possibility of a folk music revival?"

The questions asked were serious and not gossipy.

Yu Dongqing had no choice but to say that the two new songs were the result of her trip to Xi'an with her daughter two months ago. Of course, she also read some online stories.

"As for the revival of folk songs, this requires the joint efforts of creators, singers, fans and society."

"Teacher Yu, can you take a photo for me?" A little girl with a ponytail squeezed over with a mobile phone.

Looking like a senior elementary school student, Yu Dongqing couldn't help but ask: "Little girl, do you like my song?"

To be honest, the songs Yu Dongqing sings tend to focus on folk songs and rock songs, and few girls at such a young age like to listen to them.

But the little girl said: "My dad likes to hear it. Of course I also like it."

All right

Yu Dongqing also consciously took photos with the girl.

When he was finished with the reporters' entanglement, Yu Dongqing found that the little fresh meat was nowhere to be seen, and Zhang Yang and the others were already waiting outside the hall.

"Dongqing, did you see that you will be busy in the future? Reporters are everywhere." Zhang Yang joked: "Hurry up and find an agent, assistant or the like to escort you."

Do you really need an agent?

Now Yu Dongqing feels that he should consider this issue seriously.

Find a few more assistants and leave all the troubles to him. If you perform in other places in the future, you can't bother just one person like this every time, right?

But there's no rush. Now Du Hui has a wedding, and several of his buddies have to help him organize it. After that, Du Hui will take his little wife on their honeymoon, and there won't be any performances in a few months.

The second half of September was relatively leisurely. In addition to taking my daughter to school, I was also busy with Luo Duhui's wedding, especially taking wedding photos.

The weather was good today, with clear skies. After Yu Dongqing sent her daughter to school early in the morning, she took her Canon digital SLR to Du Hui's home near Qinghe.

The house is newly bought and located in a high-end real estate called Lishui Renjia. The house with three bedrooms and two living rooms is well-decorated and can be moved in with a bag. The layout is very warm.

After Du Hui resigned from Zhongcai University of Finance and Economics, he moved out of the house assigned by the school and bought this house as a new house.

"It is indeed a new house, this feeling is different." Yu Dongqing stood in the living room, looking at the room decorations and praising it.

Simple white walls, paired with wooden floors, look very refreshing.

The fabric sofa decorated with blue smoke and purple, the single chair with light gray and blue, the bright white table, and the simple and warm firefly chandelier hanging from branches create an elegant, romantic, low-luxury and fashionable space.

"This is all arranged by Ke Yao." Du Hui explained with a smile.

Ke Yao stood next to Du Hui, wearing loose home clothes, her belly was slightly bulging, and her face was filled with a happy smile. When she heard Yu Dongqing's praise, she smiled and said:

"Brother Yu, you don't have to be envious. Get married as soon as possible. The wedding room will be even more beautifully decorated!"

"Getting married? I'm alone." Yu Dongqing laughed at himself.

"Oh, Brother Yu, with your current conditions, can't you find a lot of them? How about I introduce you to one?" Ke Yao said, half joking and half serious.

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