After singing a song, Fang Juexia looked up and saw many fans crying in the audience.
"Don't be sad." He held the guitar. "You are all the cutest little shops."
Fang Juexia stood up, raised his hand and threw out the guitar pick, "I will give this to you."
Fang Juexia, who had already turned her head towards the center of the stage, screamed, stopped and turned her head, "Be careful."
More fans want to hear him speak more, because he almost doesn't speak much, "Skewer! Skewer!"
But Fang Juexia, who heard everyone's voice, just smiled embarrassedly, "Today's quota for speaking has been exhausted, and there is no way to open business."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"I want to go down and change my clothes," Chasing has been in front of Fang Juexia, guiding him to the elevator platform, "You watch the video for a while, wait for us."
"good!!"
The elevator platform carried him down slowly, and a new behind-the-scenes scene appeared on the big screen. It was a scene where they were singing together.
"How about this beat?" He Ziyan was sitting in front of the console, still playing the keyboard in his hand.
Pei Tingsong shook to the rhythm, "Great."
"How about adding this drum?"
"This drum is a bit..."
Fang Juexia, who was lying on the sofa, raised his hand and sang a rhythm with a melody following the beat. He sang and closed the chorus directly, "dadadadala... listen to me and break the line."
Hearing this a cappella, the audience instantly boiled over. After the scream, everyone screamed the name of War Song 2.0.
"Broken formation! Breaking formation! Breaking formation! Breaking formation..."
In the picture, He Ziyan, who finished the drop part, finally stood up and walked to the sofa to collapse between Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong. He turned on the lock screen of the phone and confirmed the time for the camera.
"It's finally done at 5:30 in the morning."
Pei Ting Songji, who looked up at the ceiling, said a few words in a vague manner. He Ziyan tilted his knee and touched Fang Juexia. Fang Juexia closed her eyes and was still humming the melody. When he interrupted, she said, "It's okay, he is just too sleepy to speak Spanish."
The camera of the video shook and suddenly met the ceiling, but their voices were still there.
He Ziyan asked: "Is the rap of "Po Zhen" in Spanish very hot?"
"I want to listen." Fang Juexia said.
In the end, Pei Tingsong sighed.
The blackened stage instantly appeared many beams of red light, from top to bottom on the edge of the stage. The fans knew that the performance was about to begin, and were thrilled. A white overhead light appeared in the middle of the stage, illuminating the red drum in the middle. Pei Tingsong dressed in red, holding a drumstick with a long red belt in his hand and appeared in front of everyone from his back.
"Boom—"
He struck for the first time. The reverberation of drums spread in the huge stadium, full of momentum.
At the second sound, a new circle of lights came on on the stage, and more than a hundred companion dancers appeared on the stage, all wearing armors and holding shields. When they assembled into a square formation, they raised their shields, looking down from the top, it was a pieced together word—break the formation.
With the last sound, the hammer fell.
Ling Yi's Peking Opera suddenly appeared at the beginning, "I heard the sound of the golden drums and the corners shaking, arousing my lofty ambitions to break through the sky."
Pei Tingsong turned around, wearing an evil mask on his face.
"What's the point of the King Fan Clown, I can block a million soldiers with one sword!"
He walked out of the drum step by step, and the soldiers also spread out on both sides. Finally, five other teenagers in red appeared in the center of the stage, each wearing a goblin mask.
From the music, the formation of a hundred accompanying dancers is like a real battlefield, with the sound of the sword and lightsaber dance and the yellow sand battlefield created by projection technology.
This is the most magnificent scene of "Broken Array".
"Don't ask about the future during this trip, listen to me and break the battle!"
Drop appeared, the lights of the audience turned into Klein blue, and the adrenaline of the fans surged in the strong rhythm of the electronic sound, and it was another time to dance in the open air.
The Solo part maintains the previous BMA's six-person dance, but this time there is a new adaptation. Everyone is holding a sword and dancing sword dance in the array, and the accompanying dancers outside the array also dance in a group. The picture is shocking.
The choreography of the last chorus also changed, and the sword dance continued until Fang Juexia sang the last sentence of the whole song.
"My way is no way, let you lie in wait."
The six gathered their swords into their sheaths, took off their masks, and smiled.
The audience shouted their names, as if they were really welcoming the triumphant young knight.
After the end, they wore this suit and chatted with fans, "Is the stage super cool this time?"
"Yes!"
Lu Yuan turned to face the dancer and stretched out his hand, "Let us first thank our dancer team! You have worked so hard, teachers!"
The six of them turned around and bowed deeply to the dancer team.
A hundred dancers also bowed to them and left the stage with a smile.
"It's really very, very hard. In such a hot weather, we wore very thick costumes to accompany us." Jiang Miao took the microphone, "Without them, this stage would not have such a good effect."
Ling nodded, tugging at the collar of his clothes and fanning, "It's really super hot."
The fans in the audience started to molest them again, "Undress! Undress!"
"You said it." He Ziyan teased them deliberately, "Then let's take it off."
Lu Yuan started to grab his hand and stop him pretendingly, "Brother, Huo, don't be like this, it's not good."
Pei snorted, "You let him take it off."
"Hey, I'll take it off." He Ziyan did what he said and took off his clothes. The screams of the fans braked before they even climbed up, turning into boos.
Because he also wore a blue short sleeve and denim shorts in the Hanfu.
"fraud!"
"I didn't lie to you." He Ziyan said, "You just said let us take off our clothes, and didn't say what it must be like after taking off."
"This is called a routine."
"I'm fighting against Domino every day."
Fang Juexia also took off her own, put them on the ground, and by the way, grouped everyone's clothes together and put them aside.
They chatted for a while, sat on the stage and sang a few lyric songs from the album, and the atmosphere gradually eased. The last song is "Swimming Across the Sea". The on-site projection technology makes the entire stage wrapped in blue, as if they were in a cube of condensed sea water, playing guitar and singing.
Photos and videos from their childhood suddenly appeared on the big screen, all of which were very cute children. The production team also carefully marked them with their names and ages, and every time a cute child appeared, the fans would scream once.
"Swimming across this sea, we will become better kids."
After singing the last sentence, the projected sea water dissipated, and it was about to end with half an hour left.
"We are about to start the lottery, and we will catch a lucky fan on stage to interact."
As soon as Jiang Miao finished speaking, the audience burst into the loudest scream.
"Wow, another game that tests European spirit."
Fang Juexia suddenly joked, "Then Xiao Pei can stop participating."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Pei Tingsong tilted his head and smiled and looked at him, "I have to participate if you say that." After he said that, he walked to the extension platform of the stage, and Ling Yi and Lu Yuan couldn't stop him. Fang Juexia was a little surprised, "You really want to go down."
"Sure." Pei Tingsong walked down and was guarded by a few bodyguards to the depths of the fans' seats, causing a burst of screams, "I will be a lucky one today." After that, he instructed the lighting engineer, "Don't follow me, let me be a regular audience."
"Pei listens to song every day." Ling Yi vomited.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Fang Juexia looked at Jiang Miao, but the captain said, “It’s okay, the bodyguards will follow.” After saying that Jiang Miao started the process, “I originally chose a lucky fan, but now Xiao Pei is going down. In order to increase his chances of winning, we will choose. Two."
"Who will draw first?"
Lu Yuan raised his hand, "I'm coming."
As a result, the photographer's lens began to scan the audience, and flashing faces appeared on the big screen, all their fans. Lu Yuan covered his eyes with his hands and stood on the stage.
"You can stop, Teacher Yuan."
"No, I have to wait for a while, I always feel like Pei Tingsong will be scanned, the photographer, you can run after Pei Tingsong, do you know?"
"Hahahahaha!"
Feeling that it was almost done, Lu Yuan finally called a halt, "Stop!"
The audience screamed, and the picture on the big screen was a little boy waving a kaleidoscope hand lamp.
"Wow, it's a kid!" Ling Yi smiled happily, "So cute."
Jiang Miao said intimately, "Mom can follow along, it's okay."
Unexpectedly, the little kid refused to let his mother follow, and walked out like a little adult. Every fan in the way smiled at him and touched his head. The little guy walked to the edge of the stage and wanted to climb up by himself, but he was too young to touch the sides of the stage, and finally Lu Yuan went over to hug him up.
"Here is our little lucky boy." Lu Yuan put him on the ground, and everyone squatted down to talk to him.
"What's your name?" After speaking, Ling Yi pointed the microphone to his mouth.
There was a blue K-shaped sticker on the little boy's face. He pinched the index finger of his right hand with his left hand. He said with a gruff, "My name is Qiqi." After he said that, he added his age, "I am five years old this year. NS."
He Ziyan learned his voice, "I am twenty-five years old this year."
Jiang Miao joked, "You have to call your uncle."
Unexpectedly, Qi Qi really called his uncle.
"Better than me." Fang Juexia smiled.
Ling Yi touched his head, "Are you our little fan?"
Qi Qi nodded, "So does my mother and my sister."
Lu Yuan simply sat on the ground, and the staff came up from the side of the stage and handed him a piece of Klein blue paper and a pen.
"Qiqi, my brother asks you a question." Lu Yuan said, "Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become when you grow up?"
Qi Qi gave a long hum, very cute, and everyone laughed.
He Ziyan said: "This means he is thinking now."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"I think, I think..." Qi Qi said, but hesitated. Fang Juexia thought he was cute, so she smiled and encouraged him and said, "It's okay, you can say whatever you want."
Qi Qi stretched out his hand and gestured towards the sky, "It's the kind, the kind that can fly in the sky and then fly..."
"Oh," Ling Yi understood, "pilot."
"Yes." Qi Qi nodded heavily.
"It's so cool." He Ziyan gave him a thumbs up, "You are the coolest kid in the audience."
At this moment, Lu Yuan handed him a piece of paper and showed it to the fans in the audience through the camera, "Look at Qiqi, let’s make an appointment, okay? My brother wrote a sentence for you—Qiqi will meet in the future. Become a pilot."
Qi Qi nodded, "Yes."
"You write your name below, okay?"
Encouraged by Lu Yuan, the children wrote their names on the paper carefully and stroke by stroke. Finally, he folded this piece of paper into a paper airplane and gave it to Qiqi.
"You can definitely be the person you want to be in the future, so come on."
With their agreement, Qi Qi returned to her mother.
Caledo on the stage waved at him.
"Well, is it our second lucky audience."
"So far, there is still no such investigation."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Jiang Miao looked at Fang Juexia, "Let Juexia come this time."
Fang Juexia nodded obediently, stood among them, and covered her eyes. Hearing everyone talking about the beginning, he silently counted ten seconds in his heart.
The fans seemed to be screaming and making various sounds, but he was still undisturbed and counted calmly.
… Three, two, one.
"stop."
Even Fang Juexia, who has always been indifferent, couldn't wait to see the lucky fans he chose, but the moment he opened his eyes and looked at the big screen.
He was stunned.
What appeared on the screen was his grandfather.
No one told him this in advance, Fang Juexia even thought it was just a video, but grandpa's background was indeed the scene of the concert.
He turned around blankly, looked down at the stage, looked at the sea of blue light dots and dots, and searched for the figure diligently.
A beam of chasing light fell and hit the person he was looking for accurately. His vision was not clear, not real, and everything was hazy like a dream.
The other members took the microphone and said, "Please let our lucky fans come on stage."
Following the light, Pei Tingsong assisted his grandfather, came out of the auditorium, towards the stage, and then from the long extension stage, step by step towards Fang Juexia.
Their figures became clearer and clearer, but Fang Juexia's eyes were blurred.
It wasn't until Grandpa really came in front of him that the tears finally fell.
Fang Juexia didn't want to cry at all, especially in front of her grandfather. How much he hopes that he is a strong enough child in front of him, can carry everything alone, can realize the dream like a fantasy he has promised.
He didn't want to disappoint him.
Grandpa took the microphone from Pei Tingsong, with the same serious look on his face as he did many years ago, watching Fang Juexia standing in front of him, choked and unable to say a word, so he said first, "You shouldn't ask me," Have you ever wondered what kind of person you will become?"
Fang Juexia, who was still in astonishment, was asked this way. At first, he was a little startled. He nodded when he saw Pei Tingsong, who was standing next to his grandfather, smiling at him. What kind of person will you become?"
"Twenty-four years ago, the best child in the world was born." Grandpa looked at him with an imperceptible tenderness, "I will name him Juexia. I will be his grandpa."
Tears welled up again, and Fang Juexia's hand holding the microphone dropped, and also lowered her head, her shoulders trembling a little. The fans in the audience were shouting his name and weeping with him.
Fang Juexia is a person who walks all the way to the dark. She rarely dreams, at least she has never had such a dream. She never thought that one day she would actually have a concert that belonged to them, and she never thought that one day her grandpa would appear at him. At the concert.
"I'm not very good at talking, I know you are the same." Grandpa patted Fang Juexia on the shoulder, "I wanted to say something for a long time, but I found it difficult to speak."
He cared about this child more than anyone else, but he could only watch his TV show in the empty old house alone. I was worried that he would not see a fall on the stage, but he always used the most ugly words to make him give up his unattainable dreams. Fearing that he would suffer a loss, he couldn't make a call.
But when this child was born, he was the happiest one.
Finally, he hugged Fang Juexia, who was crying, into his arms.
"Jexia, you have always been the pride of Grandpa, and always will be."
Mother Fang, who was sitting in the audience, also shed tears. This once broken family was finally repaired in love and dreams. They are slowly recovering what was lost and recovered.
The other members also greeted grandpa one by one. The staff brought up a chair for grandpa, and they sang "Last summer" together around grandpa.
The summer of birth, the summer of dreams, the summer of debut, the summer of reunion and liberation, and the summer of reunion today.
Each one is worth remembering.
"Grandpa, be careful." Ling Yi grabbed Pei Tingsong's job, and smiled sweetly and held him down.
Grandpa turned around and waved at them, "All come to eat at home, together."
"Good Le."
Time passed, and only the last six minutes of the concert were left.
"It's so fast." Jiang Miao looked at the time, "It seems that it has just begun, but it's almost over."
"Don't end!!" the fans in the audience shouted.
"It doesn't matter," Jiang Miao smiled, "We still have a song."
Six huge luminous "clouds" were pushed onto the stage by the staff, and the members of Caledo stood up one by one, as if standing in a mass of snow-white clouds.
"For the last song, we revised some lyrics and wanted everyone to sing with us."
"Guess what the song is?"
Fans yelled below, and the names of several songs were mixed.
"Jexia, give them some hints."
Upon receiving the signal, Fang Juexia picked up the microphone and sang a cappella, "You are my..."
Fans immediately guessed the correct answer: "Daydream!!!"
"Yes! The last song is a pipe dream!"
Pei Tingsong took the microphone and said, “Every one of us is constantly growing, but growth does not mean losing the right to dream. How does it feel."
"So let's make our own daydream together today."
The lyrics appear on the stage in a projected way, in handwriting line by line.
In the glowing clouds, they were also hung over the stadium little by little, passing over the heads of many fans. Fang Juexia was afraid of heights, so the height of his hoisting was much shorter than that of the other members.
This brisk song is especially suitable for chorus. In the singing, there are many cloud balloons in the sky leading to the venue. They are huge, one next to each other. Soon, the night sky of the venue will be covered by daytime clouds.
This situation was so beautiful that everyone couldn't help but look up at the gathering clouds.
"I know that something will fall from the sky, like a summer shower."
The moment I sang this sentence, there was a popping sound in the sky, and all the cloud balloons burst. In an instant, the blue paper rain was scattered all over the sky, like thousands of butterflies spinning and dancing, filling the entire stadium and the hearts of every fan.
There has never been a moment like this.
As if this is really a day dream.
They stopped singing, took the microphone and said, "Now each of you has a blue piece of paper with the letter K printed on it. The kaleidoscope in your hand can actually be turned on and there is a pen inside."
"Take it out and let's write our daydream together."
"What kind of people will we be in ten years?"
"What kind of life will we live."
When the teammates talked, Fang Juexia gently harmonized for them, but the lyrics have changed, from "you are my daydream." to "It's time to daydream."
The fans in the audience bowed their heads, and under their encouragement, they wrote down their daydreams, about life, about self, and about the future in ten years.
Everyone hanging in the air also wrote seriously their expectations for ten years from now.
"I'm finished writing." Ling raised his hand, "Who else has finished writing, let me see if the light is on."
The stars lit up.
Pei Tingsong asked, "Do you know how to make origami airplanes?"
The whole audience said in unison, "Yes!!!"
"Okay. Let's make origami airplanes together, and then we call 321, and you will fly the paper airplane with your daydreams on the stage, okay?"
After the agreement was made, they began to fold the plane one after another. Fang Juexia also lowered his head, and carefully folded his blue piece of paper. About the future, he only wrote one line.
[It's still kaleido, and I still love Pei Ting Song. ]
What he didn't know was that on another cloud, the sweethearted lover made the unconscious decision to converge, and the scribbled English handwriting wrote a sincere future.
[Forever K, forever fjx.]
The suspended clouds moved towards the stage little by little and landed. The six of them returned to the stage, He Ziyan picked up the microphone, "Lift up the paper airplane in your hands and let us see!"
The stage lights spread to the audience, Fang Juexia looked from a distance, holding their dreams in hands one after another, raised high.
"Very good." Jiang Miao also raised his hand and showed off his work, "Then we are ready to start the countdown, prepare—"
"three-"
"two-"
"one!"
In the last second, Fang Juexia saw the sky full of paper airplanes flying towards them, penetrating the beams of light constructed from the dust, carrying daydreams, as if to draw arcs of dreams in the night.
Their dream is the stage.
Everyone's dreams fly to their stage.
"It's beautiful." Seeing this scene, Ling Yi couldn't help but shed tears.
"Hey, why are you crying again." Lu Yuan laughed.
"I just want to cry." He knelt down and picked up a bunch of paper airplanes. "We have so many daydreams, we are so rich."
"This sentence is very level." Pei Tingsong praised him for the first time.
"Just say I can study philosophy!"
Jiang Miao smiled, "Thank you for writing down your expectations for the future, and I hope you will always remember yourself on the paper."
"We still have a small event at the end." He Ziyan couldn't help but complain, "We really did a lot of girlish things."
"Hahahahaha!"
The staff gave them six kaleidoscopes like those on the stage.
"In fact, this was designed by someone specially designed by us. There is a small program built in." Jiang Miao pointed to a small raised button on the body of the kaleidoscope and explained, "Did you see this switch? It's useless to press it alone. ."
Fang Juexia nodded, "There are a total of 15,000 spectators here. If you count us, it is 15,06 kaleidoscopes. When we press it down together, something special will happen."
"So now I'm sure no one ran in the middle." Pei Tingsong said, laughing. "If you see the kind of kaleidoscope that doesn't have a master, please click for help."
"Hahahahaha!"
"Are you ready?"
A countdown timer appeared on the big screen, and everyone in the audience shouted together until it was zero.
"according to!"
Suddenly a huge kaleidoscope projection appeared in the sky, and the magnificent colors weaves a dreamlike form in the night sky, which is extremely gorgeous, like thousands of overlapping flowers, and like layers of interlaced butterfly wings.
"it's beautiful."
Everyone looked up at this beautiful kaleidoscope and marveled at this beauty.
Fang Juexia said, "Remember, each of you is very important."
He repeated again, "Tell yourself that you are important."
Under the magnificent kaleidoscope, everything must end.
"Finally, I want to thank everyone for coming to our concert," He Ziyan said with a gentle expression. "In fact, we are very nervous and have prepared a lot. I hope you are not disappointed."
"No!!"
"That's good," Ling twitched, wiping away tears, "Why is it going to end so soon."
Yes. Fang Juexia looked at this kaleidoscope of dreams.
So fast, it's over.
"Don't forget that the theme of our tour is EGO." Pei Tingsong said with a smile, "Ego represents the self. Perhaps this is not something that each of us depends on for survival, but it is the core that distinguishes us from others. Maybe Now you have found it, you understand its existence, maybe not yet, but it doesn’t matter, because you will find it someday."
"When you meet your own self, please protect it, because this is protecting the purest and most authentic you."
"So—" He walked to Fang Juexia's side and stood in a row with the other teammates, side by side. "When we end, don't say goodbye. We must solemnly introduce ourselves to each other."
Fang Juexia nodded, "This is a self-introduction after ten years of advance payment."
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "I hope to meet again in ten years, and we can say the same thing to each other."
A line of words appeared on the big screen, Jiang Miao pointed, "This time you will come first, okay?"
Tens of thousands of fans yelled in unison against the words on the screen for the last time under their countdown, not saying goodbye, but introducing themselves. Their voices are the waves of the June summer night, with shocking vitality and surging vitality.
It is love, a dream, and a passion that will never die.
"Hello, we are Domino! We are us!"
Six older boys stood in front of them, "Three, two, one..."
They all made a K gesture, smiled with sweaty faces, and they were shining under the lights.
Like the first time, and like every time.
"Hello everyone, we are Kaleido!"
The author has something to say: After the text is over, there will be some extras, and it will be updated every day without accident.
When I finished writing the last scene, I was still moved, and I felt that I had grown a little bit, because if it were the summer when I just started writing in 2018, then I would not have enough feelings and emotions to write Fang Juexiahe. Pei Tingsong can't write a complete Caledo and the so-called "business paradox" story, but now I can barely do it, so I want to thank all the experiences. It would be great if these people and stories moved you at a certain moment. This is my most satisfying thing.
I have the habit of writing postscripts, but I’d better wait until the end of the episode to write a complete postscript. It’s not completely over yet.
It’s really meaningful to be able to end the text on 5.4, because what the last two chapters express is also in line with this day. I wish you all a happy May Fourth Youth Day and become a better person together.
See you outside.