Chapter 139. 138. Take the Title of Queen
Luo Ling hung up the phone, his expression became terrified.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai looked at each other.

They all realized that things were going very badly.

"Lao Luo, don't be affected." Chen Ya patted him on the shoulder, "Now the concert is the first one. After the concert, I will deal with this matter. I will definitely seek justice with you."

Jiang Xinhai frowned and said, "This must be Yingzi's fan. They are bullying you now because you have few fans. If you can succeed, you will never suffer this kind of bullying again."

"I know, I know." Luo Ling sat on the white bed in the hotel, a little slumped.

"Listen to me, take a good rest, turn off your phone, and do your best during the concert." Chen Ya looked down into his eyes, "Promise me?"

"Yes." Luo Ling said simply.

The two knew that it was useless to stay any longer, so they bid farewell to Luo Ling and left the hotel.

After walking a long distance, Jiang Xinhai said: "It's hard to say that Yingzi and the others did not instigate this kind of incident at this juncture."

"Even if we know, it can only be said to be speculation," Chen Ya said, "There is no evidence."

"You're so angry." Jiang Xinhai clenched his fists, "I used to think she was a celebrity and looked up to her, but now it seems that she is a scum!"

Chen Ya shook his head, not wanting to comment.

After the two left, Luo Ling sat alone in a lonely room with his head down, silent for a long time.

……

into the night.red hall.

The crowd was noisy.

The Hung Hom Stadium, commonly known as the Red Pavilion, is not actually red.

But the people who come here must be very popular.

This is the holy place in the hearts of countless singers.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai followed the crowd. Jiang Xinhai was wearing a baseball cap. Under the cover of night, it was unlikely that his identity would be revealed.

"The fans of Sword Wolf are all older." Jiang Xinhai whispered to Chen Ya after observing the people around him.

"It's not a fan," Chen Ya replied, "It's a fan."

Because there were so many people, Jiang Xinhai kept holding on to Chen Ya's clothes tightly, and the two found the front seat and sat down. Even though it was someone else's concert, Jiang Xinhai's heart was "pounding" with excitement.

"I don't know if Luo Ling is better." Jiang Xinhai leaned into Chen Ya's ear and said.

"I hope he's okay." Chen Ya remained expressionless.

But Jiang Xinhai saw that he quietly clenched his fists.

He has already put all his net worth in all.in, if Luo Ling's concert fails and the album dives, his and Jiang Xinhai's careers will be ruined.

It didn't take long for Luo Ling to take the stage—he was still wearing the iconic cap and shirt, and he looked no different from his usual life.

Other stars will definitely think long and hard about their attire on such an occasion, but Dao Lang is different, he always wears a cap + shirt.

The audience applauded and screamed together, and they didn't mind Daolang wearing such ordinary clothes.

Daolang is a pure singer, and they are also pure fans.

What he wears doesn't matter.

Jiang Xinhai whispered, "He seems to be in a bit of a mood."

Chen Ya frowned and nodded.

Luo Ling on the stage looked a little...sad.

After the cheers stopped, Dao Lang spoke: "Today, I am very honored to be here."

"When I was still singing in the dance hall, I dreamed countless times that I could stand here."

"Because for me, only by standing here and singing can I truly become a singer."

"Then, please listen to my first song "Punishment of Impulse"."

The guitar and cheers sounded together, and the atmosphere of the scene immediately rose.

Jiang Xinhai covered his mouth excitedly and said, "It feels more exciting than expected."

"It's really exciting," Chen Ya said, "It's directly related to whether our "Encounter" will have a smooth or difficult delivery."

On stage, Dao Lang has already started.

"That night I was drunk and held your hand,
Talk nonsense.

Only care about the suppressed thoughts in my heart,
Frantically expressing..."

Jiang Xinhai listened blankly.

The lyrics were so earthy, she was stunned.

"Dao Lang married his ex-wife Fengzi when he was 19 years old," Chen Ya said from the side, "After the child was born, his wife ran away a few days ago, so this song came about."

"Ah? 19 years old?" Jiang Xinhai was a little surprised, "Didn't you have a baby when you were one year older than us?"

"Yes, but there is ambiguity in your words. I don't want to have a baby with you next year."

Jiang Xinhai became red-faced, grabbed the flesh under Chen Ya's ribs, pinched and squeezed, grabbed his arm and slapped and beat him, threatening in a low voice:

"I kill you!"

Then, she covered her face in the singing of "Thinking of your beauty, smelling your fragrance, struggling in the lust of ice and fire".

Luo Ling didn't seem to be affected by the previous incident, he sang very devotedly, and a smile appeared on his face from time to time.

When the last high note was sung, Jiang Xinhai finally showed a surprised expression.

"Unexpectedly, his treble is good!"

"Yes," Chen Ya said, "he is a player who can stand firm in high C, not worse than you, but due to age and timbre, his voice is more vicissitudes, and his singing style is very cramped, causing many People subconsciously ignore his singing skills."

He turned his head to look at Jiang Xinhai, and said seriously: "Xinhai, everyone who can hold a concert in this place is not easy, and you still have great potential for growth, you have to study hard."

Jiang Xinhai nodded seriously.

Soon, she entered the learning state.

After listening to a few songs, she touched her throat and began to really admire Daolang.

"This "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" has a much higher pitch than other songs. It is actually difficult to sing, but he sings very steadily." Jiang Xinhai said, "I was afraid that he would sing, but he can sing very steadily every time. Gotta sing it."

"Closed singing," Chen Ya said, "This is a very typical closed singing technique, I should have taught you."

"Ah."

Jiang Xinhai looked at Daolang on the stage and said, "He's actually very good at singing."

"Yes, born, self-taught," Chen Ya said, "That's why I fell in love with him at first sight."

As the atmosphere got better, all the fans stood up, and Jiang Xinhai also pulled Chen Ya to stand up.

The audience sang in chorus several times, and Jiang Xinhai also sang along with Kebaba, and even held Chen Ya's hand to cheer together.

After the last song "The First Snow in 2012" ended, Jiang Xinhai actually felt a little unfinished.

"From today," she turned to Chen Ya, "I'm also a fan of Daolang."

Chen Ya curled up his lips: "Then you have become a farmer."

"Bah. Don't learn Yingzi's second strokes, she knows nothing."

The harmony gradually died down, and Dao Lang took the microphone and spoke on the stage.

"Dear fans and friends," he said, "I sang very happily in this concert. I don't know whether everyone is satisfied or not, but in my heart, it is a success. May I ask everyone, are you satisfied?"

He pointed the microphone at the stage, and there was a roar of "satisfaction" from the audience.

Dao Lang smiled and said, "I'm happy if you are satisfied. Very good, very good."

He repeated "very good" several times in a row, then wiped his face, and said slowly:

"This is the first time I hold a concert. It is very unforgettable. It is a very unforgettable experience for me. I also think that as a singer, this life is worth it."

"As I said before, I always think that standing here is a real singer, so my feeling now is that it is worth it."

"And then, thank you all so much for the likes, I have an announcement to make."

He glanced at the audience in the audience, the venue with tens of thousands of people suddenly fell silent.

"What I want to announce is that this is also my last concert," Dao Lang said, "After today, I will bid farewell to the music world."

He shrugged his shoulders and said with ease: "Actually, I'm very afraid of facing the camera, and I'm not suitable to be a star. I think it's better for me to quit the entertainment industry. I still like the one who was alone under the lonely light." Write the song yourself."

There was an uproar.

Jiang Xinhai quickly turned her head to look at Chen Ya, and she found that Chen Ya, whose expression was hidden under the flickering stage lights, was motionless, as if he had withdrawn from the scene and was fading out quickly.

"Thank you everyone." Dao Lang finally said.

A few tears fell on the stage, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Xinhai grabbed Chen Ya's hand.

"Chen Ya, wake up." Jiang Xinhai said, "Don't do this, I... I'm afraid."

As if taking a breath out of the water, Chen Ya finally moved and took a deep breath at the same time.

Only then did Jiang Xinhai realize that his eyes had turned red.

"Xinhai, I've changed my mind," he said, "Your "Encounter" can't be limited to 10 songs."

"Huh?...Okay, I'll listen to you." Jiang Xinhai said.

"Add songs, add two more songs that I used to press the bottom of the box," Chen Ya said, "I wanted to keep a hand, and let you slowly ascend the throne."

"One album, just one album," he turned his head to look at Jiang Xinhai and said, "I want you to become a queen right away, take that Yingzi's title from me! Crush all her pride!"

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