Phew――

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Taking the edge of the stadium as the boundary, a series of fireworks salutes immediately rushed into the sky, accompanied by thick gunpowder smoke, which completely illuminated the scene around the Fengjing Sports Center.

The 45,000-seat venue was filled with spectators, who waved glow sticks and various props that made noises. Whenever a familiar celebrity avatar appears on the big screen on the north side, a deafening shout erupts from the scene.

There are also groups of spontaneously wearing clothes of the same color, waving long banners in their hands, most of which have the words "xx I love you".

On the opposite side of the big screen.

The front row on the south side of the venue is the media area, which can be regarded as the best place in the venue except for the VIP area.

If anyone deliberately sets their sights on this area, they will definitely be amazed by the luxurious press corps - there are traditional Chinese TV media such as China Central News Channel, Donghai Satellite TV, Phoenix TV, as well as well-known domestic online media such as NetEase News, Sohu Entertainment, Times Entertainment Network, as well as newspapers, magazines and even overseas media such as Tokyo Satellite TV, KBS, and N.

Sun Hexiang wore a blue sign of "Northern Satellite TV" on her chest, and she was quite uncomfortable sitting in the media seat.

Next to her sat a reporter from Tokyo Satellite TV.

The two journalists, who had come from afar, spoke authentic Tokyo.

"Huaguo's economy is really good, and the momentum of this charity concert is almost catching up with Japan's red and white song party. ”

Another goatee reporter disagreed, pouting and saying, "It's still far from it." It's just that the pomp is bigger and the media is more...... Chinese people are naturally good-looking and more willing to spend money. ”

"So what direction do we focus on?"

"In short, don't talk about economics. This is the most sensitive thing in the country, don't uncover the scars again......"

Sun Hexiang could only pretend not to understand, and sat quietly in his seat, quietly like a porcelain doll, a beautiful porcelain doll wearing a red cheongsam.

She didn't know a few Chinese stars and wasn't interested in the concert itself.

In the afterglow, Sun Hexiang could feel the dazzling lights on the stage even if he lowered his head, and his ears were full of sound effects, booming, and with the bursts of chanting, the atmosphere of the venue became more and more enthusiastic.

The host struggled to stir up the atmosphere, and one after another well-known big-name stars appeared on stage.

"Here's the please-famous singer Sun Yu!"

Not only the audience at the venue, but also a young reporter next to him couldn't help but shout with his real arms, and then he was glanced at by the old guy next to him, and then his brain gradually calmed down.

And Sun Hexiang still lowered his head and stirred his fingers.

She shook her head: "Boring entertainment." ”

From the small purple bag she carried on her forearm, she took out her Sharp phone, turned on the function of the notepad, and slid her dexterous thumb across the nine-square keyboard. She uses the pinyin input method, which is a little rusty at first, and then gradually becomes proficient.

"Young people don't need to be judged. Just give them cars, motorcycles, beautiful stars, exciting music, popular costumes, and a sense of competition for their peers. ”

"It is best to deprive young people of their ability to think, to instill in them the obedience to the orders of their mentors, to keep them in an animalistic primitive hatred of criticizing the state, society and their mentors, to convince them that it is the sin of minorities and heretics, to make them all think the same way, to make them think that those who think differently from everyone else are the enemies of the state......"

Bang Bang -

She closed her phone.

Sun Hexiang gradually discovered the pattern of cheering in the venue.

The loudness of the sound is probably directly proportional to the celebrity...... Although she didn't know about Chinese stars, this did not prevent her from guessing the status of a certain star on the stage in the eyes of media reporters from the frequency of the flash next to her.

Camera film is also directly proportional to celebrity fame.

She suddenly felt a little sorry for some of the guys on the stage, and when the room was close to quiet, many of them were not because of the politeness of the audience during the performance, but because of a real lack of interest. These people are either obscure starlets or unknown local performance groups.

No matter how hard they try, they are subtle in the eyes of professionals, but they will not get an enthusiastic response from the audience.

Sun Hexiang is very interested in such a show.

"You're alone?"

Suddenly, someone greeted Sun Hexiang.

She turned to look at a young reporter dressed in Japanese and Korean style, with an ID tag on his chest that read "Entertainment at eight o'clock."

"My name is Zhao Liuchuan, get to know me. ”

Sun Hexiang glanced at the man, pursed his lips and didn't make a sound, put his eyes back on the stage again, and after a while, said, "Concentrate on watching the show." ”

"There are no big stars below, only Yan Ping's show finale, and the rest are very boring group programs, so it's better to chat. I see that you are also a reporter-" Zhao Liuchuan took out a white invitation letter from his arms, and said with a smug smile: "I happen to have a press invitation for the charity reception in the evening, why don't you go and have a look together?"

There was a reporter next to him who cast an envious look.

Not every journalist is qualified to participate in the charity reception interview session in the evening, and it is considered some energy to get this invitation.

Sun Hexiang chuckled and raised the burgundy card in his hand.

"Don't bother you, I'm a guest. ”

Puff -

A slightly chubby female reporter next to her was amused, and this laughter made Zhao Liuchuan's face turn burgundy, and he didn't say anything, and turned around and left here.

Sun Hexiang was discouraged by this self-feeling man, took out her phone again, put on her headphones and turned on the music, intending to search for the latest domestic news in Japan. I just lowered my head, and I haven't flipped through a few pages yet.

She suddenly noticed that the atmosphere around her was a little strange, even if she was wearing headphones.

Quiescence?

It's silence!

In a large venue of tens of thousands of people, there are always people shouting and talking excitedly, or waving props that can make a sound in their hands, desperately releasing their inner restlessness.

At this moment.

Sun Hexiang seemed to hear his own breathing.

She suddenly raised her head and saw a group of men and women in white robes standing on the stage, their mouths moving slightly.

Sun Hexiang pulled off the headphones in confusion, and finally heard this low and slow prelude. It was a language she had never heard before, and a style of music she had never been exposed to, and she stared at the center of the stage in a daze, finally understanding the unusual silence of the room.

Not really lost all the sound.

Rather, there seems to be an invisible magic in the center of the stage, which makes people subconsciously ignore the rest of the sounds, and only this beautiful and soft chorus is left in their ears.

The last note faded away, and the conductor suddenly raised his arms high!

His voice was penetrating, coming from the direction of the stage, and was the only intelligible word in the entire performance: "Elven Score: Chapter 1!"

The loud chorus suddenly sounded, rising from low to peak, and then gently flowing down! After the oppressive prelude, the style of the whole piece suddenly changed, and burst out with unimaginable amazing power!

Sun Hexiang subconsciously rubbed his eyes, in the bright light...... She seemed to see a green meadow.

The nose moved.

That's the scent of flowers.

(To be continued.) )