Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 168 Picking Up the Airport (Fourth Change)

The next night's performance at Northwestern University was also a great success. After the performance, Yu Dongqing and the others were surrounded by enthusiastic fans and almost left the concert hall, but returned to the hotel under the protection of security.

After resting for one night, they learned their lesson this time and hurriedly left the hotel early in the morning with their luggage and sunglasses. However, Du Hui would stay for two more days, and he was going to give lectures at Shaanxi University of Finance and Economics.

As a result, before Yu Dongqing and the others took the bus to the airport, they saw Du Hui complaining in the wechat group of the four of them.

"This lesson can't be finished. I knew I would go back to Yanjing with you."

"What's wrong?"

"The students didn't listen to my lectures, they insisted on taking photos with me, and even asked me to sing the song "Kaede Rukawa and Sora Kurai"!"

"Haha, then sing it." Yu Dongqing smiled and typed.

"I'm still here to give lectures, not to sing! Well, well, finally there is a teacher here to maintain order, so let's stop chatting." Suddenly there was no news from Du Hui.

Yu Dongqing looked at it and smiled.

The plane arrived at Daxing Airport at [-]:[-] noon.
A group of people pushed their luggage, chatted and laughed out of the aisle to the lobby, and suddenly found a lot of young men and women, most of them were underage girls, and some journalists were waiting by the side with cameras.

It is estimated that some fan came to pick up his idol.

Of course Yu Dongqing didn't think it was picking her up.

Their audience is basically college students or people who are already working, and these fans are younger.

People like traffic stars.

That's a lot of momentum.

Yu Dongqing was a little curious about which star it was, when she heard someone shout: "Come out!"
I saw a handsome boy wearing a mask walking out of the passageway, accompanied by several assistants escorting him.

"Congcong I love you!"

"Accompany you to grow up, send you on a long journey, and wait for you to go home."

Fans frantically rushed forward holding their mobile phones, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

"Hey, who is this?" Yu Dongqing didn't know him, and asked Zhang Yang in a low voice curiously.

Zhang Yang took a look, and said in a low voice: "It seems to be Liu Cong, a traffic niche, who sings rap and dances, but at best he can be counted as a second-tier player. I didn't expect this opportunity to be very powerful."

Liu Cong was secretly proud of this situation.

The specific flight of my return to Beijing this time was naturally "unintentionally" disclosed through the fan support meeting.

Of course, this is the top layer of the fan circle is the fandom. For ordinary fans, if you want to know the latest news of the star, such as flight information, you have to pay, not much, ten yuan.

Otherwise, who would do those things that fans don't benefit from?
And journalists.

Just your own fans without reporters, what kind of pick-up is it?
Of course, journalists also need to clear up the relationship.

With fans picking him up, Liu Cong felt very proud, but he couldn't show it on the surface, and wanted to leave in a hurry.

You can't stay in the terminal for too long, lest you be accused of disrupting order and occupying public resources on the Internet, which is self-defeating.

what.
what happened?

Why did the reporters gather around those middle-aged men?
But you paid for it yourself?

Even some fans surrounded him?
Liu Cong's face suddenly turned ugly, and the assistant whispered something in his ear.

The assistant took a closer look and suddenly realized: "It's Father Qu, Yu Dongqing!"

Grass!
Liu Cong cursed inwardly.

He made such a big battle by himself, but instead made wedding dresses for others!
Yu Dongqing didn't expect that a few of them dragged their suitcases and passed by the side, but were stopped by reporters.

"Mr. Yu, hello, you and your band sang two new songs at the College Music Festival last night. What was your inspiration?"

"Recently, folk songs have become popular again in the past few years. Do you think it is possible for folk songs to revive?"

The questions asked are very serious, not so gossip.

Yu Dongqing couldn't shirk it, so she had to say that the two new songs were what she thought of when she took her daughter to Xi'an for a trip two months ago, and of course she also read some stories on the Internet.

"As for the revival of folk songs, it requires the joint efforts of creators, singers, music fans and the society."

"Ms. Yu, can you take a group photo for me?" A little girl with a ponytail squeezed over with her mobile phone.

Yu Dongqing couldn't help asking, "Little girl, do you like my song?"

To be honest, Yu Dongqing's songs are more folk and rock, and it is rare for such a young girl to like to listen to them.

But the little girl said: "My dad likes to listen to it. Of course I like it too."

Ok
Yu Dongqing also consciously took a group photo with the girl.

After he had finished pestering the reporters, Yu Dongqing found that the little fresh meat had disappeared, and Zhang Yang and the others were already waiting outside the hall.

"Holly, do you see, you will be busy in the future, there are reporters everywhere." Zhang Yang joked: "Hurry up and find a manager, assistant or something to escort you."

Do you really need a broker?
Now Yu Dongqing felt that she should seriously consider this issue.

Find a few more assistants, and hand over all the messy things to him. If you perform in other places in the future, you can't just trouble Zhang Yang every time, right?
But there is no rush, now that Du Hui is going to hold a wedding, a few buddies will help him to make arrangements for it. After that, Du Hui will take his little wife on honeymoon, and there will be no performances in a few months.

The second half of September was a relatively leisurely one. Apart from taking my daughter to school, there was also Zhang Luo Duhui's wedding, especially taking wedding photos.

The weather was fine today, and the sky was clear. After Yu Dongqing sent her daughter to school early in the morning, she took her Canon digital SLR to Du Hui's home near Qinghe.

The house is newly bought. It is located in a high-end real estate called Lishui Renjia. The three-bedroom and two-living room is well-decorated and you can move in with your bags. It is very warmly furnished.

After Du Hui resigned from China University of Finance and Economics, he also moved out of the house allocated by the school and bought this house as a new house.

"Sure enough, it's a new house. It just feels different." Yu Dongqing stood in the living room, looking at the room furnishings and praising her.

Simple white walls, matched with wooden floors, look very refreshing.

The fabric sofa decorated with blue smoke mixed with purple, matched with light gray and blue single chair, bright white table, hanging simple and warm branch firefly chandelier, an elegant, romantic, low-luxury and fashionable space is born.

"It was arranged by Ke Yao." Du Hui explained with a smile.

Ke Yao was standing next to Du Hui, wearing loose home clothes, her belly was slightly swollen, and her face was filled with a happy smile. Hearing Yu Dongqing's praise, she said with a smile:

"Brother Yu, don't be envious, hurry up and get married, the wedding room is more beautifully decorated!"

"Married? I'm alone." Yu Dongqing laughed at herself.

"Oh, brother Yu, with your current conditions, can't you just find a lot? How about...let me introduce you?" Ke Yao said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

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