Although he knew that Chen Fa and Liu Ziwei were friends, when he heard that Liu Ziwei was going to come to the food stall where he was treated, he couldn't help but twitch in his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, they are big stars...... Tonight, I said that I would be the east, and I would entertain the big stars at the food stalls, a little wrong?

With such a mentality, after spinach was entangled, he cautiously spoke to Chen Fa.

"Fa Ge...... Otherwise, let's go to a five-star hotel to eat......"

Chen Fa has a black line......

After this meal, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Liu Ziwei had an agent Zhou Xu come to pick him up, but because he was not on the way with Chen Fa Hotel, Chen Fa and Liu Xun chose to take a taxi to leave.

"Brother Nafa, see you tomorrow!" beckoned the spinach outside the car.

"Howler!" Chen Fa waved his hand.

The car starts.

At this time, Chen Fa had time to relax.

The live broadcast of Yutang Star Music ended in less than an hour and a half, but this hour and a half was enough to go to the Internet to see something.

took out his mobile phone, and Chen Fa entered Weibo.

The name of the song "You Are Not Alone" did not appear on the hot search.

This is because the hot search value is updated at a fixed time, and "You Are Not Alone" has only appeared for less than three hours, so it is reasonable that it does not appear on the hot search.

Although it is not on the hot search list, Chen Fa's private message on Weibo of "Crying Caterpillar" was exploded by netizens.

120,000 unread private messages.

Chen Fa gasped, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Although private messages have also been swept up by netizens before, there were only a few thousand at most at that time.

Chen Fa reads private messages every day, and there were only a few hundred unread private messages a few hours ago.

And just a few hours later, the number of unread private messages became more than 100,000.

It's undoubtedly because of "You Are Not Alone".

At this time, the number of fans on Weibo is about to break the 500,000 mark.

In a few hours, more than 200,000 followers were added......

The notification bar of the mobile phone is still pushing the information that new fans are concerned about, and the sound of ding dong ding dong is so loud that the master driving in front of him can't help but glance at the back row......

Chen Fa was about to turn off the push settings, but his phone didn't listen......

Crashed......

"Liu Xun, I'll use your mobile phone for a while......" Chen Fa had embarrassment written on his face.

After Liu Xun, who had no reason to hand Chen Fa's mobile phone, he wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Crashed...... Use your phone to go up and down Weibo. Chen Fa logged in to his Weibo account and said to Liu Xun.

"Why did it crash? Isn't it still okay just now?" Liu Xun didn't understand.

"There are too many private messages, and I didn't turn off that push notification, so it's stuck......" Chen Fa explained and clicked to log in.

"I've turned on push notifications too. ”

"Uh......" Looking at the mobile phone that was stuck again, Chen Fa was speechless.

……

At one end of the ocean, the country of rice.

New York City Manhattan Street, Wall Street.

Wall Street, known as the "financial center of the United States", has countless cash flows spread to all corners of the world through the signal network every day.

The amount of money bought and sold is enough to make ordinary people sigh.

At the end of this five-hundred-meter-long street, a Bentley is parked here.

In the driver's seat sat a young man in a suit with a capable look.

His name is Jon, and he didn't come to Wall Street to run errands, but to send off his girlfriend from work.

In fact, Jon is a music critic, a relatively professional title, a music critic, although he and his girlfriend are not involved in finance, but the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Picking up the coffee placed in the center console and taking a sip, Jon pursed his lips and turned on his phone.

As a music critic, Jon has relatively free working hours, and although he belongs to a music company, Jon doesn't have to be in the office facing a computer or a lot of papers.

Jon's job is actually the same as that of a foodie, he appreciates music and a foodie tastes food.

The phone shows Jon's Twitter homepage.

Jon tweets a lot more comments than articles published in magazine publications.

And because of his sharp and unique views on music, Jon has a large number of fans, and thus becomes half a media person himself.

Jon refreshed the homepage several times, but he didn't refresh the news that interested him, and when he was about to put down his phone and drive away, he saw an interesting scene.

This is an off-site hyperlink to YouTube.

The description of this tweet is extremely brief: a wonderful voice from the East.

Jon has very little understanding of the East, he has never been to the East, and his understanding of the yellow-skinned Orientals only stays on things like Chinese kung fu and dragons.

"Oriental music? However, it doesn't have to be Huaguo, in terms of Oriental music, neon (Japan) is the most eye-catching, this tweet has more than 1,000 likes......" Jon began to subconsciously think of Dongfang as Huaguo, but after reacting, he felt that it should be music from neon.

Either way, such a tweet has piqued Jon's curiosity as a professional music critic.

After opening the YouTube page, Jon didn't rush to play the video, but looked at the comments in the comment section.

What he didn't expect was that this video was really from Huaguo, because the YouTube account was a string of Chinese characters.

And in the comments, there are also Chinese characters.

Jon naturally didn't know Chinese characters, and after selectively ignoring those unintelligible square words, Jon casually looked at the English commentary.

"It's just wonderful! Amazing Chinese people! Amazing singing!"

"If it weren't for the yellow-skinned Chinese in the video, I would even think that this is a song sung by a superstar in the United States!"

"An amazing voice, such a gentle melody, but it can resonate directly to the heart!"

Jon was surprised again.

Although he is a music critic, in the area of pop music, Jon has never found a Chinese person who can sing an English song well.

"It can't be 'Little Star', right?" Jon smiled and shook his head.

After reading a bunch of comments, all of them were compliments, Jon stopped reading the comments and clicked play.

In the picture, there is a somewhat thin young man, who is standing in the center of the stage with a microphone, speaking Mandarin dialect that Jon does not understand.

Jon shook his head helplessly, "Although I yearn for Eastern culture, your language is too difficult to learn...... But it looks like it's a talent show, right?"

After Jon's narration, which seemed like a book from heaven, ended, the accompaniment sounded, and Jon's frown relaxed.

"It's like it's called 'You Are Not Alone', yes, I'm sure he said it, albeit in a bunch of ......foreign languages I don't understand," Jon put on his headphones and waited for the yellow-skinned guy to start singing.