Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"Ji Mo, look!" the girl screamed excitedly, and at the same time pulled the sleeve of the boy who was still pretending to be active with his eyes closed.

Jimo opened his eyes in response, looked up and looked forward, and found that at the end of the dark blue sky, there was actually a large group of people in ginger T-shirts walking towards the stadium.

He froze for a moment, "I didn't expect my skills to be so strong."

Gu Wanwan ignored him, and only tiptoed to look carefully, "It really must be them!" She repeated happily in a low voice, "It must be them."

It turned out that the previous announcement was just a matter of deep love and responsibility. Those children never thought of giving up Jiangling!

But when the two of them excitedly watched the crowd slowly approaching, the group of fans wearing ginger uniforms suddenly stopped in the square opposite the stadium.

After those people stopped, they sat down on the ground one after another, raised their arms in a well-trained manner, and held up banners of different sizes.

Those banners may be long or short, big or small, but the content on them is exactly the same——Jiang Ling and Yu Yaocen clasped their fingers, he strode forward, she was half a step behind him, her slightly tearful eyes were full of dependence and love. love.

It was a photo taken by Xiaoji Media, and it appeared as a picture in Chen Guo's article "Did You Remember Love", and now it is printed and produced, and it appears on each banner without any change.

The only difference is that there is a bright red cross on all the photos!

Thousands of people sat on the ground without saying a word, but raised their hands high.

They are silent and persistent, turmeric team uniforms, black and white photos, bloody forks... The silent crowd in the night has a strange and heavy power.

"Oh my god!" Gu Wanwan was dizzy for a while, she turned her head in disbelief, "They..."

Jimo jumped down from the railing, with a rare seriousness and seriousness on his face that was always smiling and not straight.He nodded slowly, "They are here to meditate."

Holding concert tickets in their hands and wearing team uniforms that symbolize gingerbread, they came to the gate of the first solo concert in Gangneung, but they didn't intend to go in.

They didn't make noise or make noise, they just held up the photo with the big cross in silence, showing their position to the idol with actions - if you don't break up with that woman, we will never step into any of your activities.

Today in the 21st century, those immature but willful girls actually resort to such extreme methods as "forcing the palace" and "remonstrance" to force their idols to choose lovers according to their wishes.

The scene in front of him was too absurd, absurdly false, absurdly ridiculous.

But it happens to be true.

It was as real as a dormant giant approaching slowly, she could only watch its soft feet step on the ground, and spray its stench to the side of her neck, but she had no power to resist.

"Kara, Kara, Kara..."

In the dead silence of night, the sound of the second hand turning can be clearly heard.

Gu Wanwan subconsciously looked up at the huge fluorescent screen on the square. According to Mingchen Media's original plan, the live concert will be played simultaneously on this screen.

It was originally just a slightly bold commercial promotion activity, but now it looks like the best irony of themselves-indeed, this is the real scene of the concert, and here are the real audiences.

The second hand of the electronic clock on the screen in the square was still turning slowly and unstoppably. When it pointed to "12" again, the screen suddenly changed to the real-time live broadcast of the concert.

The spotlight swept across the shining silver-blue stage, the sky over the vast and silent stadium, and the empty auditorium with no one there.