In the hearts of the public, the quality of fans often represents the image and intrinsic of an artist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This determination is not unreasonable.

The artist has a positive image and good conduct, so most of the fans attracted are mature and high-end, and their behavior is of good quality. On the other hand, if an artist's followers are of low taste, vulgar or even extremely aggressive, then it is difficult for everyone to believe that the artist has a charismatic personality.

The so-called smell is the best summary of this situation.

When these atrocities at the door of Hongfeng TV and even the scene of the police force being dispatched circulated on the Internet, public opinion began to waver.

Many scholars, sociologists, and Weibo verified commentators with V who have not watched the show and have not heard of the masked duck have begun to criticize such crude behavior.

When the act of love is so rude, we have to think deeply about what kind of ugliness must be behind this love. ”

"Justice upheld by violence is in itself an extreme injustice. ”

"What kind of star should fans who have lost their minds support?"

Lin Rong also saw these comments, and she did not use her Weibo account to refute or protest.

From beginning to end, she has never betrayed her principles of life. She just laughed it off at these sanctimonious comments.

Only Xu Shuheng scolded foul language, and on the other hand, he was anxious to find a way to send a public relations article.

But fans moved faster than him, and soon an article "Why are we angry" was released, and it was reprinted tens of thousands of times in just one hour, with more than 30,000 comments and more than 100,000 likes.

This article was posted on Weibo by the ID of a "non-mainstream farmer", and it also featured more than a dozen so-called expert accounts that had previously made sarcastic remarks.

["I'm just an ordinary young man from the countryside who came to the city to work. As the experts expected, I didn't have a college diploma or a higher education, as they say.

I came to this city, not yet twenty, with only two or three changes of clothes, with one-third of my family's savings, and a hard-seat train ride of nearly ten hours. I saw the tall buildings that only appeared on the TV in the village, and the night view of the city that seemed to be brightly lit in the photograph.

I am now a cement maker on the construction site, earning the little money to make ends meet, and everywhere I go, I see the contempt written in the eyes of city people. No one wanted to stand with me on the bus, and even in the restaurant, sometimes I had to be politely asked by the waiter to share a table with someone, and the city people in suits and leather shoes refused.

Everyone's eyes are written that we look down on you.

I'm just an ordinary rural person who wants to come to the city to work hard, and there are many people like me, and we are just one of the migrant workers who live at the bottom and suffer from the white eyes in the latest issue of "Writing Songs for You".

The experts are right, we don't have quality, we don't know quality.

We are angry, and our actions are rough and direct, because when the people at the bottom who have no money and no power are provoked, just like the hundreds of peasant uprisings in historical stories, we only know how to rise up!

The article I am writing today is not to refute our rudeness, but to tell everyone why we are angry and why we are exposed.

In the latest issue of "Writing a Song for You", when I saw the buddy like me, wearing the blue overalls with mud and lime standing on the construction site, I heard a voice in my heart.

That's me! That's another me!

The same lowly, the same coarse, the same dirty!

Duck goddess, I called her that first, in fact, it was later when I searched the Internet, I heard her song in the mask, and when I watched the live broadcast, I saw the buddy who looked very similar to me walk into the room, I didn't know who she was, and I didn't know that she had a voice like a fairy.

She was wearing sunglasses that day, and I couldn't see her eyes, but I kept thinking that she, a high-paid artist, must have shown contempt and disgust when she saw us dirty men, and even smiled like the so-called musical elves in another room, but her body stiffened, and she even unconsciously sat on another sofa to keep her distance from us people.

However, I was wrong.

Her voice was still so gentle, even though the mask covered her face, I could hear her laughing, like an elf. She said so kindly to the buddy who was nervous, had inferiority complex written in his eyes, and couldn't speak, go out and relax for a while.

At that moment, I felt that she understood us, she understood the bewilderment in the eyes of that buddy, and understood our inferiority complex that felt that the distance between us and normal people was insurmountable!

The director of the program team objected many times, saying that the rules of the program were that the recording must be completed in the room, but she repeatedly emphasized that she had to go out, even if the program was not good, it would not matter if she was eliminated (in fact, I think the program was so good in the end that the director team said that she was not moral, which was simply slander).

In the end, she was willing to bear all the consequences, and took out the poor buddy who didn't even know where he was there. Ignoring everyone's eyes, they made their way through the crowd and into the high-end department store.

Even the clerk was reluctant to receive them, unwilling to take shoes for the buddy with holes in his socks, but she never gave up, one after another, and then changed eight stores (I really counted), and finally found a store that was willing to serve them.

She chose a pair of royal blue casual shoes and gave them to the cramped buddy. When the buddy said that she couldn't take it, she smiled and asked the clerk to give a discount, and when she came back, she coaxed the director team to pay for the shoes (coaxing this word is not good, but the director team is actually not worthy of a better word)

The recording process was a bloody replay of myself that walked into the store, was looked at, rejected, and left.

The show is as real as it is real.

In the end, she wrote the song, the light melody, the weird singing voice of that buddy, which made me want to laugh, but I cried.

'As I was leaving, I saw a specialty store,

That's the skateboarding shoes I want.

Rub, rub!

On this smooth ground, rub!

I felt a force drive my steps......

With skateboard shoes, you are not afraid of the dark,

One step at a time, one step at a time......

I beat myself,

It was a wonderful moment in my life......

In this beautiful moonlight,

In this beautiful street

I told myself,

It's true, it's not a dream......'

At the best moment, the old guy who sang on the stage cried, and he moved on the stage with strange steps in his new skate shoes.

I know, it really was the best of times!

The most stylish skateboard shoes we've ever had, the best skateboard shoes for dancing...... And she gave it to us!

Why are we angry?

Because this person who gives us respect, gives us care, gives us the best moments, gives us strength in the dark night, is treated most unfairly!

We have had enough of all injustice, ridicule!

But enough is enough, enough for us to do this, and those who are not allowed to write such songs for us are also insulted like this!

So we are angry, angry to protest!

I'm just an insignificant migrant worker, and I protest for my idol, even if it's rude.

Brothers, let's do it together!"]

Even Yuan Wei and others, who didn't want to admit Lin Rong's current identity, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this article.