Pick something important.

This S, the song is often at the top of the list, and the album has sold more than 10 million, but this person has never shown his face.

There are only one pair of hands, and one back.

But it doesn't matter, just a pair of hands and a back are enough for tens of millions of fans and compatriots Xiao Xiang.

He does not accept any interviews, any activities, has always been indifferent, does not care about anything, and does not participate in any programs, but he has been praised by thousands of fans as the supreme myth of the Chinese music scene.

The sentence in the fan circle, "Just one glance at him, the god of love fell to the mortal world" is popular all over the streets and alleys,

Even the top entertainment critics in the circle quipped, "Whoever can pull such a person off the altar will have the whole world." ”

Stain Stain ......

What a big face.

Tan Sang didn't have any feelings for him, but this person's song was really ......

Not bad.

Suddenly a bear hug, Tan Sang was a little stunned.

As soon as she saw those bright apricot eyes, Tan Sang knew that this was her friend and friend Fu Xixi.

"Sister, you are dressed so well, and you are going to hook up with a good-looking little brother?"

Fu Xixi smiled playfully.

Tan Sang raised his thin wrist and glanced at the watch in his hand.

"There's still half an hour to go live."

Fu Xixi dragged Tan Sang out in a hurry.

Ahhh

She must occupy a good position on the live broadcast site.

This is the first time that her male god has broadcast live to the outside world.

Looking at the soft and weak little girl, all her strength burst out for a while.

The place where S live broadcast is a venue, and Fu Xixi was lucky enough to grab two tickets, but the location is ......

Not so good.

So the two of them arrived at the legendary venue in a hurry.

Tan Sang didn't know until he arrived,

Where is this TMD venue?

Is this a palace good?

The main hall is staggeringly elaborate, with a huge dome covered with reliefs and elaborate frescoes.

Stain Stain ......

Tan Sang sat down with Fu Xixi.

A faint yellow spotlight poured in through the opening in the center of the dome and hit the man in a white suit in front of the piano impartially.

He wore a black mask, a pair of light brown pupils drooped faintly, and he didn't even have the etiquette of playing the piano and bowing.

With a black tie between the snow-white shirt and a slender shoulder line that holds up an extraordinarily beautiful line, such a person seems to be born to stand in the most conspicuous place and accept everyone's praise.

Sit straight down, a pair of hands that seem to be a godsend, with distinct knots.

With a light movement of the fingers, a light piano sound accompanied by a faint sadness immediately poured out, penetrating into everyone's ears and evoking the purest youth in their hearts.

The most beautiful years, like is pure and hot, but it is like a girl's heart, hazy and with deep meaning.

Hesitant to miss.

The sound of the piano suddenly accelerated, like a drunken longing for a lover in a rainstorm, and like a silent vent of his hesitation.

It didn't take long for the piano to slow down, and the crisp tinkling sound slowly circled here.

Everything is settled, the past is the past, and no matter how much you miss it, you can only bury it in the bottom of your heart.

The last note ends, and the slender fingers abruptly leave the piano keys.

The audience burst into thunderous applause, and some even burst into tears.

Tan Sang's emotions didn't touch that much, and he always felt that this live broadcast was like a lonely live broadcast.

The cold man got up, and a faint light in his eyes fell.

"The gods are above! The galaxy drowned me! My legs are limp! ”

Fu Xixi pulled Tan Sang's wrist, stammering and trembling: "He ...... him"

Later, the whole person simply hung on her: "Sangsang! The male god looks at me!! I don't care who he's looking at, but he definitely saw me!!

Woooooooo ”