20 years of restarting life

Chapter 219 Half a Face Part Three

"Next, I invite campus singer Zhao Chang'an to bring you a song "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze"."

After the hostess announced the curtain, thousands of spectators in the audience burst into cheers and warm applause.

A college student of Fu, a low-key singer who wrote, played and sang, especially in Xu Yijie's plagiarism incident, donated all of the 23 yuan advanced by Danqi Law Firm.

Such a young man with positive energy deserves everyone's applause for him.

Zhao Changan stepped onto the stage with a guitar on his back.

The whole small square, including the hostess, was slightly taken aback.

"Why such a strange shape?"

"He's still just a student. Isn't it good to dress well and sing seriously? Wearing a facial makeup, or half a facial makeup, what does he want to do!"

"It's still too tender, isn't it trying to impress the public with a weird look, just like that stupid cockscomb magician in front of me!"

"You didn't notice just now, there is a blue mark on half of his face, I dare to swear!"

"The green mark is still swollen like blood, I saw it too!"

"I saw it too, with lines on it, as if someone hit a stick with a rubber stick. I used to be a security guard, and I beat him with this rubber stick—hehe, I thought he made up like this on purpose .”

"Since the make-up is done on purpose, why are you still wearing half a Peking Opera mask, shitting in cotton pants?"

"What if it wasn't makeup on purpose?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"What if that Qingyinzi got into a fight? Otherwise, why would he wear a mask to cover it up?"

"Fight, no way, isn't he still a student?"

"Which rule says that students cannot fight?"

"If he is really aggressive and fights with others, this kid is really outrageous. He's still a college student at Fuda University. Let the school know!"

On the small square, there was a lot of discussion, and everyone looked suspiciously at Zhao Changan's half Beijing opera face.

"Zhao Chang'an, the half-clown face you are wearing is very interesting. What meaning do you want to express? Look, the audience is guessing."

The hostess has been busy with the progress of the performance, and she didn't even know that there was a dark green mark on Zhao Changan's left cheek under the mask.

"There is no special meaning, just to respect the audience and my serious pursuit of singing."

What Zhao Changan said made the host very confused.

She couldn't figure out how each of these words, which she could hear clearly and understand, combined together became a kind of cloud and mist that made her dizzy.

"Also, let me correct you. This half of the Beijing opera facial makeup is a martial artist facial makeup, not a clown facial makeup. It's just a serious and professional attitude. I didn't intend to laugh at anyone."

Zhao Chang'an actually didn't want to correct the hostess' mistakes, but it is now being recorded, and TCL and Jiangling will edit and broadcast it in various stores across the country in the future.

He didn't want to make people think he was cynical because of this 'clown mask'.

Sure enough, the face of the hostess turned red all of a sudden, and a look of shame and anger appeared in her eyes.

I couldn't help but said loudly with a 'smile': "I think it's the opposite, you're showing disrespect to the audience by wearing this half face."

"Take it down!"

"let us see!"

The crowd below shouted in various ways.

"Zhao Chang'an, what's the matter with the blue marks on your face? Since it's not makeup, did it come from a fight?"

A young man raised his voice and asked loudly.

The whole small square fell silent, waiting for Zhao Changan's answer.

"This matter can be seen on the Internet, right and wrong have their own conclusions, I won't waste your time here, I will play and sing "Spring Breeze Ten Miles" for you, I hope you like it."

"coax--"

The whole small square was in an uproar.

"Zhao Changan fought?"

"Nonsense, didn't he admit it!"

"Whoever fought with, he probably suffered a lot, and his face was almost disfigured!"

"Young, educated, talented, and good-looking, why don't you learn well and go fight?"

"What do you mean why don't you learn well, so it can't be others who beat him?"

"If you can't slap a slap, if you don't cause trouble, whoever will hit him!"

"It's only been a few days since he became famous, and he's gone? If he doesn't change his past, he won't be able to go for long!"

"that is!"

"I'm thinking of you on the second ring road~
You are in the spring breeze ten miles away on the mountain~
The wind blows to you today and it rains~
I said all wine is inferior to you,—"

Amid the uproar, the hostess walked to the side of the stage in astonishment, and Zhao Changan started playing and singing by herself into the microphone.

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Zeng Xiaoxiao, Yin Wan, and Lu Feifei parked their cars nearby, and when they arrived at the small plaza of TCL's event store, it was already crowded with people.

Especially when a lucky spectator just picked up a JMC light truck, it drove the crowd crazy, and people kept rushing towards the small square.

The three had no choice but to stand on the outermost edge.

Zeng Xiaoxiao made a phone call and saw Zhao Changan come on stage wearing half a mask of a Peking Opera martial artist, and the question and answer with the host, the crowd roared,——

Zeng Xiaoxiao, Yin Wan, and Lu Feifei couldn't help but change their colors.

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When Zhong Lianwei took a taxi back to the old family compound of the phosphate fertilizer factory, he was shocked by what he saw.

I saw that downstairs covered with broken glass, there were people standing in twos and threes, all young men and women.

Or pointing, or holding a camera to take pictures.

And Liu Yihui, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was surrounded by a group of people, speaking enthusiastically.

On the broken balcony window connected to the kitchen on the third floor, there were also a few heads exposed, and some of them had to hold cameras and snap shots around.

There is no doubt that their rented house has become a small attraction at this time.

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After Zhao Changan finished singing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze", he bowed to the audience, stepped off the stage and waited for Zeng Xiaoxiao and the others at the entrance of the hall behind.

Although the security guards stopped people from the small square in front of them, there were still many spectators taking pictures of Zhao Chang'an who was standing at the door wearing a half Peking opera mask.

The 'click' sound of those old-fashioned film cameras, the dazzling flicker of the flashlight, one after another.

"Brother Zhao, you are really brave."

Diao Lincheng handed Zhao Changan a cigarette, but Zhao Changan waved his hand solemnly and refused: "Don't poison me, I'm still a student."

Diao Lincheng was a little dazed for a moment.

"See, there are so many people taking pictures of the two of us, if you want to become famous in the future, you have to take good care of your feathers, there is no need to keep the shots of yourself smoking."

"Uh~"

Diao Lincheng was left speechless by Zhao Changan, thinking to himself, 'You still said I want to cherish feathers, didn't you just take the initiative to admit to fighting? '

"Ha ha."

Of course Zhao Changan knew what Diao Lincheng was thinking now, but the two were just casual acquaintances.

Just like what Nan Xiang'er thought just now, 'As a casual acquaintance, I can only help you so far! '

"My friend is here."

At this time, Zhao Chang'an saw Zeng Xiaoxiao and a group of profiteering people coming to the control line of the security guards, and hurriedly greeted them with a smile.

(End of this chapter)