At this time, the Cheng family, several people who were sitting around watching the show had their own calculations in their hearts. Although it is a family, who doesn't want to get more benefits for themselves.

One of the women covered in jewels looked at the middle-aged man opposite and said with a smile: "Big brother, Xue Ning will soar in the future, don't forget us." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw another thin woman beside her continue: "Yes, yes, Hendrick is the top person in country A, and Xue Ning can be contacted so easily, which shows that he values Xue Ning very much." ”

Saying that, she covered her mouth and smiled, "If you want me to say, the status of our Cheng family will soon be different!" ”

The two women sang and harmonized, coaxing Cheng Wenjiang to laugh.

He smiled heartily, and his brows trembled.

"Everybody's a family, so it's a shame. Although Xue Ning is my daughter, you are her uncle and aunt, and she will never forget you. ”

His daughter is getting better and better, and of course he is extremely proud of being a father, not to mention that the Cheng family has since become a famous family. He is the eldest son, and he definitely hopes that the Cheng family will be prosperous in the future.

Soon, Cheng Xuening's smile didn't stay in the camera for too long, and the camera turned back to the host.

"This festival is a little different from the previous ones, and I think everyone knows the difference. Towards the end of the festival, the song "Goodbye". ”

Speaking of this, the host looked at the audience and paused with interest.

""Goodbye" is a combination of classical music and pop music in country Z, it perfectly combines the elements between the two, especially the classical instrumental performance of the band, how many people are like me when listening to the cold hair? Yes, please raise your hand! ”

The audience was also very cooperative and raised their hands one after another.

To be honest, the violin's voice is melodious, like an elegant and noble swan. The beauty of the classical musical instruments of country Z is very different, the guqin has a long history, the flute's warbler and swallow language, the silk wisps of the erhu and the pipa are crisp and high-pitched, each instrument has its own unique timbre effect, and their expressiveness is no worse than that of the violin.

There are words in the host's words, which can't help but make the majority of netizens speculate wildly.

"My God, the column team won't invite Xiao Xixi, right??? Who's going to report to the fan base! ”

"Wouldn't it? I haven't heard of it! ”

"Cheng Xuening can be on it, why can't my goddess?"

"I don't favor anyone, but I feel that the guqin is beating Cheng Xuening...

"Is this a forcible pull of teammates for Bu Chongxing? Most of the people present are famous violinists, so even if she comes, it won't be useful, right? ”

"Xiao Xixi, a 20-year-old yellow-haired girl, doesn't have too much life experience, and her strength is not enough, what are you doing here?"

Within 1 minute, sure enough, the number of hits on the show surged, and soon, Xiao Xixi's fans successfully occupied the comment area.

"Where is I? What's so nice about a bunch of old men. ”

"The goddess hasn't appeared yet, wait~"

"Please Rongcheng's fans speak in a civilized manner, we are high-quality fans, don't do things that lower the level of the goddess. Look at the people of Jingda, they never talk nonsense on the Internet, are you willing to lose to them? ”

"Can't! We are determined to surpass them! ”

Who can know that in a short period of time, Xiao Xixi's fans have formed gangs and factions, and the geographical division is extremely clear, not to mention the fan base of every city in China, and now abroad, Xiao Xixi also attracts a large number of fans.

The host was a little surprised in his heart, he didn't expect so many audience members to raise their hands off the stage. If you want to say that the people of country Z praise their own country in the past, but the audience is basically mixed with different races from all over the world, and art has no borders, it seems that this sentence still makes sense.

He looked at Bu Chongxing, and then Mr. Bu, who had been forgotten in the corner, showed his face.