Entertainment: I Became A Professional Brainwashing Angel Guardian!

The car gradually stopped, Lin Yi took off his sunglasses and stepped out of the car.

Seeing the poverty scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning.

The reality was even more tragic than he imagined.

The whole village was desolate, and the fire had burned everything that could.

The houses, the land, and the trees were all blackened.

A few unkempt children ran around the desolate land with balls in their arms.

Little ones have no idea what's going on in their homeland.

Lin Yi did not procrastinate, and took a group of people to the performance site.

The county leaders came to greet the village chief and several strong men from the village.

"You are Mr. Lin, can you come to our disaster relief performance... I don't really know what to say. The

village chief took Lin Yi's hand, and the tears in his eyes kept rolling.

"Yes! Mr. Lin, none of their stars came, only you came, and the people of Zhaojia Village thanked you for a lifetime! "

......

Soon, the disaster relief performance officially began.

The audience also arrived one after another.

Sitting in the front row were firefighters and businessmen who had arrived from the county seat.

Sitting in the back row are local villagers.

The total number of people in the audience is 1,000.

The cameras are also positioned.

On-site donation boxes and links to donate on the web are also ready.

There are two ways to raise funds for this time, one is on-site donation and the other is online fundraising.

It's easier to donate on-site.

Today, all the businessmen present are also rushing to donate, no matter whether the performance on the stage is good or bad, they will donate as much as they want.

But fundraising online is different.

The amount of donations from the majority of netizens is based on mood.

To put it bluntly, it has a lot to do with performance.

If the performance is good, you may donate more, but if the performance is not good, it will be disgusting, and everyone may not donate directly.

Soon, the village chief stepped onto the stage and acted as a temporary host.

"We're the first to perform."

First up are the dancers from the province.

They turned their backs to the audience, and soon the rousing music sounded.

But the sound was very harsh.

Lin Yi covered his ears uncomfortably.

This sound is too inferior.

But on second thought, it would be nice to have a sound speaker in a place like this.

What more bikes do you need?

After a few moments, the dancers on stage finished dancing.

But at this time, the scene was very quiet.

Lin Yi has also participated in many competitions and performances, no matter how good or bad the performance is, the people in the audience will give some applause appropriately.

But here, Lin Yi could only hear a few sparse applause.

Lin Yihu looked at the audience suspiciously.

The villagers present were all blank in their eyes and expressionless, and some even showed despair on their faces.

None of them seem to have come out of the haze of the fire.

Lin Yi sighed.

These are people who have lost their homes, lost loved ones, lost important partners.

At this time, they have lost hope for the future.

Lin Yi took a deep breath, and then opened the system in his brain.

Fires, casualties of firefighters, villagers who have lost their loved ones.

And so on and so forth.

Reminds him of a song.

"The Lonely Brave".

......

Time flies quickly, and many people have already finished performing.

But in the fundraising pool on the Internet, there are only about 10,000 yuan in donations.

The female reporter stood beside the county magistrate and said anxiously: "County magistrate, seeing that the performance is almost over, I received a donation of more than 10,000 yuan." The

county magistrate looked sad and said, "Wait a minute, Mr. Lin hasn't performed yet." The

female reporter nodded, and now she can only pin all her hopes on Mr. Lin.

In the blink of an eye, it was Lin Yi's turn to perform.

Qin Han sat under the stage and stood up excitedly to applaud Lin Yi.

He turned to look at the back row, waved his arms vigorously, and shouted, "Everyone's applause and encouragement!" However

, there was a deathly silence in the audience.

Qin Han's face suddenly turned green.

He's grown so big, he's always been responsive.

It's also so embarrassing!

Qin Hanbian flattened his mouth, muttered a few words in his mouth, and had to sit down stupidly.

At this time, the netizens in the live broadcast room saw Lin Yi coming, and they also began to send barrages.

The originally lifeless live broadcast room instantly became hot.

"Lin Yi! I'm here for Lin Yi!

"As a die-hard fan, I also get a place in a small field!"

"I've been waiting for a long time, my Lord Lin! Just waiting for you!

"Mr. Lin, I wonder what you're going to sing today?"

"If Lin Yi doesn't come, I'll donate 100, and as soon as Lin comes, I'll donate 200."

on stage.

As soon as Lin picked up the microphone, he didn't say the polite words that everyone else liked to say, but went straight to the point.

"The song is called 'The Lonely Brave', and I want to give it to the villagers who lost their homes and loved ones in the fire, as well as the heroic firefighters."

However, this passage did not cause any resonance in the audience.

From beginning to end, only Qin Han and his friends applauded in the audience.

At this moment, a burst of mournful music sounded,

which was in stark contrast to the energetic singing and dancing that had preceded it.

As the music progressed, Lin Yi's singing voice sounded.

"All are brave",

"The wound on your forehead, your difference, you are not allowed to make mistakes

", "You don't

have to hide", "You shabby dolls

, your mask, your ego", "They say to tame every beast with light", "They say

to sew up your wounds, no one loves clowns",

the song seems to have been born for this fire, and it is set against the bleak background behind everyone.

The desolation and desolation are magnified even more.

The county magistrate stood on the side of the stage with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Lin's previous songs were very cheerful, why are today's songs so sad?"

"I thought that this time Mr. Lin could also sing some cheerful songs and quickly lead everyone out of the haze."

The village chief took a puff of his empty cigarette pouch.

"Mr. Lin was able to come all the way here to raise funds for us, which already shows his character, and I believe that he must have his reasons for choosing this song."

The county magistrate also felt that what the village chief said was very reasonable, and nodded.

"Yes, no matter what, Mr. Lin is the only one who is willing to come to our small place to raise donations."

At this time, everyone in the audience was still staring blankly ahead, but their thoughts were not on this stage, but had already drifted into the distance.

On stage, Lin Yi continued to sing affectionately.

"Why is loneliness not glorious

", "People only have imperfections worthy of praise",

"Who said that those who are covered in mud are not heroes"

The songs came here, and the people in the live broadcast room also understood what Lin Yi wanted to express.

"Does Lin Yi want to encourage everyone with songs?"

"The villagers in the audience seem to have lost their souls, since they are so uncomfortable and should go home to rest, why do they still participate in the show?"

"Home? Many people are homeless! I'm afraid they'll have to sleep on these benches at night! "