She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu raised his eyes and turned to look at Shi Xueer.

"Thanks."

"I mean, this song is called "Happy Birthday to You"!" I don't know if it's too cold, Shi Xueer sniffled, "This song has not been included in any album, only the concert Arrived. Teacher Zhu, I thank you so much, you don’t even know how long I’ve been thinking about the concert.”

Zhu Wenshu didn't speak any more, as if the wind was blowing by his ears.

She looked at Ling Chen on the stage, the music had stopped for a long time, but he was still sitting under the spotlight, there was no singing or piano sound, as if he hadn't been separated from the song yet.

At this time, someone from the audience area on the left shouted hoarsely: "Ling Chen! I love you!"

The applause and cheers and screams sounded together, as if waking up Ling Chen who was sitting sideways in front of the piano.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and pulled out the microphone on the piano.

Unfortunately, before Zhu Wenshu saw him get up, the stage fell into darkness again.

The lights went out, but the cheers in my ears were làng after làng.

A few seconds later, the large LED screen on the stage lit up, and a dancing girl appeared in the middle of the stage.

Zhu Wenshu's eyes followed her dàngdàng, but he didn't hear Ling Chen's voice again.

But when she heard the prelude, Shi Xueer grabbed Zhu Wenshu's hand excitedly.

"Ahh! All your wishes are true! I didn't expect the second song to be this one! When will I sing "Little Silkworm Classmate"!"

Hearing those four words, Zhu Wenshu suddenly sped up, and the cold wind in the stadium seemed to have turned into heating.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the auditorium on the right.

The whole group of people looked sideways.

Sure enough, at the corner of the stage on the right, Zhu Wenshu saw a vague figure.

Still wearing the same clothes as before, he walked along the edge of the stage towards the center while singing.

Seeing him approaching step by step, Zhu Wenshu's heart beat suddenly.

This short distance seems to have become very long, and Zhu Wenshu felt that he had waited for a long, long time before Ling Chen came over.

I don't know if he can see the auditorium——

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Zhu Wenshu saw Ling Chen's footsteps stop diagonally ahead.

He was still holding the microphone in his hand, but his head was tilted to this side.

The bright lights on the stage dazzled Zhu Wenshu.

She didn't know if Ling Chen saw him, but felt that his gaze seemed to stay for a long time.

Amidst the cheers and screams all around, his eyes seemed warm, and Zhu Wenshu trembled. At a loss, he quickly grabbed the light stick and waved it with the people around him.

Gorgeous stage lights cast from overhead, extremely dazzling.

Ling Chen's gaze swept across the front row of auditoriums again and again. Under the strong light contrast, the auditorium seemed to be the sea in the middle of the night. It was completely dark, and only the waving fluorescent sticks and deafening cheers could be seen.

In fact, before the show started, the stage lights had not yet been turned on, and almost all the audience had already entered the venue. He stood behind the scenes and looked towards the auditorium, and he clearly saw that there was an empty seat in the front row.

Zhu Wenshu has never been to other concerts. I don't know if other singers, like Ling Chen, have little interaction with the audience, one song after another.

After thinking about it, after a two- to three-hour concert, no matter how good a voice is, people probably won't have the strength to speak anymore.

But the audience in the audience is probably not much better than Ling Chen.

Their screams became louder and louder each time. If it wasn't for the open-air gymnasium, the roof might have been toppled over.

Even people like Zhu Qisen who just came with his girlfriend were infected by the atmosphere and applauded and cheered with everyone.

But Zhu Wenshu remained silent.

The seats in the gymnasium were not very comfortable. She was sitting upright, the scarf covering half of her face had already been taken off and folded on her lap.

Most of Ling Chen's music is very quiet, with a low voice and a natural sadness in his voice.

Like a gurgling stream in a deep mountain, there are seldom rough moments.

However, Zhu Wenshu felt that he was ups and downs in this stream, and would gently shake his head with his voice.

Later, Shi Xueer's voice was almost hoarse, and finally realized belatedly that the people beside her hadn't moved at all.

She thought it was outrageous, how could anyone keep calm at Ling Chen's concert.

But when she turned her head, she saw Zhu Wenshu resting his chin on one hand, tilting his head, looking quietly and intently at the man on the stage.

There seems to be a light in her eyes that is different from other audiences, gentle and tender, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Shi Xueer thought for a while, this seemed to be the way she looked at Zhu Qisen.

When the music stopped, Shi Xueer poked Zhu Wenshu's arm, and asked in her ear, "Teacher Zhu, have you fallen?"

Zhu Wenshu sat up straight as if waking up from a dream, and stared at Shi Xueer in a daze.

Under the swirling lights and the biting cold wind, Shi Xueer saw a suspicious blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, Teacher Zhu, you can be ashamed, everyone is like this, who is not a fallen person who came to the concert?"

"oh……"

Zhu Wenshu responded in a low voice, but before she could say anything else, Shi Xueer screamed and turned away again.

Zhu Wenshu was still immersed in her words and didn't come back to her senses. She just had an intuition that drew her attention to the stage.