"Hello everyone, we are Tiara."

Even though there were only a handful of people in attendance, they bowed and thanked the 'fans' who came to their concert as before.

Weng Tingjun lowered his head and looked at his watch again, his face was silent and he couldn't see any expression, but his heart was very depressed.

Don't you even want to do self-deception?

At the beginning, he was very confident, thinking that the Hong Kong capital SC should be very popular, after all, people abroad are not as strange and disgusting as the mallet.

They all hate Liu Huaying, and they follow the online comparison of Liu Huaying to a troll and scolding them, which she deserves, but they sympathize with the other seven members, and even cherish them more than their own mother in South Korea.

Weng Tingjun has investigated and tried to recall, because of this incident and the big news in South Korea in 14 years, many people in China have become queens, he thinks...... He thought that this sc would make Tiara feel warm.

But......

"Husband, don't make trouble, the concert has started."

"It's okay, isn't it Tiara? There's nothing to look at.,It's just a group that falls into the glamorous #Zhaomen.,Wait until 2ne1 is still a girl's generation.,I'm taking you there.。 Now let's move on and cheer with their songs. ”

"Okay then."

Weng Tingjun took a deep breath, swept his gaze to the couple who had just spoken, stared for a moment, and then took off his watch and smashed it hard at the couple who were kissing.

Bang!

A Casio watch, worth hundreds of dollars, smashed the head of the angry young man impartially.

The young man screamed in pain when his head ached, then stood up and scolded:

"Dio Lei Lou, who? Who is it? ”

Weng Tingjun stood up, his eyes were terrifying, he had killed people, killed Jack, and shot him in the head, so his eyes were murderous.

He really wants to kill this pair of street boys who have tarnished other people's earnestness and other people's dreams!

Although the air conditioner was on, the venue was too big after all, and the air was still a little stuffy, and as soon as the young man came into contact with Weng Tingjun's murderous eyes, he swallowed his saliva and became stiff.

A rolling word spat out of Weng Tingjun's throat, and the security guard also moved his steps towards the young man, who hurriedly pulled her non-mainstream little daughter-in-law and fled.

"Why are you running? Oh, do you want to call people? ”

The young man couldn't help but think of Weng Tingjun's cold eyes just now. Forget it. And the security guard's actions just now seem to be aimed at him.

He wants to cry without tears, today's concert tickets are so cheap, this little girl wants to see me again, is it easy for me?

……

This little episode made the girls on the stage slightly stunned, they didn't know what was going on. But at this time, the stage lights dimmed, and they couldn't think much about it, so they began to prepare the first song.

They looked at each other, then nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and looked at each other with determination.

"The first song, RolyPoly is dedicated to everyone......"

Weng Tingjun was not worried that they would recognize him, it had been a month since the incident, and the kidnappers had already been ambushed, and his vision was not very good now, so he did not shy away from watching their performances very seriously.

Of course, Jeon Baolan and Park Ji-yeon don't count.

……

The Rolypoly melody sounded, and the seven and the backup dancers quickly pulled out of formation.

"Where have you go......"

As soon as the first sentence was spoken, a sudden change occurred, and the originally black and oppressive auditorium was as bright as dusk at the moment.

Lemon-colored lights poured out from all directions.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Just like the endless sea level at night, the lights are lit up in a staggered manner as far as the eye can touch.

They forgot the lyrics.

They forgot their dance steps.

They all looked at the sea of lemon colors that were too familiar to be more familiar, and they covered their mouths in disbelief.

“T!”

“A！”

“R！”

“A！”

“T－ara！”

Their eyes were moving, their hearts were racing, and everyone's face was flushed with excitement, and now, right under their noses, one after another people dressed in lemon yellow clothes with their cartoon avatars emblazoned on them walked in from the entrance of the passage in an orderly manner. They were unusual, everyone was dazzling, each holding a lemon-colored lantern in their hand, and one out of ten people dressed differently held a banner written in Korean.

"Tiara is here, and we've been there."

"Eun Jing is so handsome, we love it so much."

"Baolan is so cute, how can she cry."

"Juli is so beautiful, how can she lose."

"Hyo-min is so charming, how can she be discouraged."

"Su Yan is so round, how can anyone dislike it."

"Zhiyan is two, we will accompany you two."

……

Everyone consciously sat in their own place, no one spoke, and some even held the cake.

The originally empty singing was full at this time, and a sea of lemons was seen as far as the eye could see.

“3－2－1！” A middle-aged man stood up and shouted loudly in Korean: "A sleepy death, a lifetime of sleepiness." ”

Then the already crowded stadium shouted over and over again.

The momentum was shocking, and the crowd was crowded, and this force seemed to have lifted the roof.

……

Is this salt on the wound?

No, it's not.

This is the warmth that hits people's hearts, the wounds on their hearts that have rotted, hearing this sincere and moving cry, seeing this piece of dazzling and holy light, has been healed.

Tiara。

Tiara。

……

Park Ji-yeon laughed while crying, looking at the uncles holding their signs and smiling kindly, puffing out their cheeks slightly, their faces flushed with shyness, and then their eyes returned to the center position, and the person who gave her strength was smiling and looking at her, and even made a 'two' gesture in disgust.

Dislike.

Dislike.

Who's two, who's two.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Quan Baolan took the children and bowed deeply, and then said loudly in the newly learned Chinese: "I love you." ”

"We love you too, fighting!"

fighting！

They soon hid the deepest throbbing in their hearts in the most corners, their faces regained their dazzling light, each of them was full of aura, the confidence and strength that had been crushed by despair surged again, the dance steps were neatly shining, the singing was beautiful and moving, the melody was like a fuse, and the boom detonated the audience.

The RolyPoly melody sounded, and they swept the formation again, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Some of the queens in the audience couldn't help but stand up and start jumping with them, shouting loudly as they jumped.

Weng Tingjun quietly retreated, leaned against the entrance of the passage, and borrowed a cigarette from the security guard.

"Brother, aren't you going to see it?" The security guard was so flustered that he couldn't help but speak.

"Do you still need to see it?" Weng Tingjun asked rhetorically, and left the scene without waiting for the security guard to reply.

Still need to watch?

Just listen to it.

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The original concert is even more moving, these three or four chapters are all considered small high # tide, if you think it's okay, pay for it.