It turned out to be the last group of audience members in the concert hall, and they were also run out by Qin Wenrou and joined the open-air concert on Qin Xin's side.

Hu Yi listened to a few words with his ears open, and said gossipingly: "Sister Xin, I'll go see what's going on." ”

He trotted to the concert hall, and in less than a minute, he ran back like a ghost: "Mom, Sister Xin, my pure little heart has been seriously injured and polluted......

Where did he think that as soon as he opened the back door of the concert hall just now, he saw that on the stage, Qin Wenrou was pulling a man like a fitness trainer, rolling around on the piano!

If you don't play the piano well, forget it.

The point is, the man was covered in muscles, wearing a racer vest and small pants, and his greasy face was not a serious musician at first glance.

Looking at Qin Wenrou again, I don't know where to lose the clothes on my body.

The sound of the keys was completely smashing her arms, P, and the back of her head on the piano.

Qin Wenrou is not wrong, she has really innovated and improved abroad, and has really created a more shocking way of playing the piano than in China.

It's just that she innovates shamelessly.

What is progressive, further flaunting - coquettish!

Hu Yi was so disgusted that he ran back quickly, rubbing his eyes constantly: "I regret it to death, I want to gossip about Mao, I want to change my eyeballs now......"

The friends laughed.

Qin Xin slapped his face: "Come on, let's do another song and wash everyone's eyes and ears." ”

The crowd shouted in response: "Good! ”

The sound of light and melodious music drifted by the river again, overshadowing the chaotic sounds coming from the concert hall.

The late reporters desperately squeezed into the crowd to snap pictures of Qin Xin and others' performances.

Soon.

The news headlines of the major media in the imperial capital have come out.

The performance of an unknown artist by the riverside caused a sensation in the city.

In stark contrast, Qin Wenwen, oh no, the performance report of the returned "artist" Rose.

Because of the publicity fee received from Rose, it is definitely not okay for the reporters not to report, but it is impossible for them to tout Rose for praising Rose as a flower with a clear conscience.

They are also very clever, and they don't judge whether Rose and the man are good or bad on the piano in the text, but directly put a small picture with spicy eyes in the lower right corner of the front page for readers to judge.

The comment areas of major media exploded that day.

Readers scolded:

"What kind of report is this insulting to my IQ? Can this kind of picture also appear in the media? ”

"Not everybody likes to see this kind of selling...... Meat stuff! ”

"I admit that I love meat, but never look at this kind of dead meat that has no aesthetic taste!"

"Resist dead meat Rose, resist fake foreign devil artists!"

"Resist dead meat Rose, resist fake foreign devil artists!"

Hu Yi swiped the comments on his mobile phone, looked around, looked up and sighed at his friends: "The eyes of netizens are really bright...... I was relieved. ”

The riverside open-air concert has ended.

Qin Xin couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the audience, and promised to consider arranging it next time, and all the income from today's tipping was donated to the "Wish" Foundation for the treatment of children with Tourette's disease from poor families.

The crowd finally dispersed.

When I was about to get on the bus, there was another commotion from the concert hall.

It's not a spectator disturbance this time.

Instead, Qin Wenrou carried the torn dress skirt, and chased her out with her cloak and shouted-