Ling Xi's fan club was successfully held amid his anxiety and the expectations of his manager. As Wu Youpeng expected, although the number of new fans on Lingxi's Weibo is large, they are all following the trend. Those who are really willing to pay—although the tickets for the fan club are only 150 yuan—still remain at a very low number. .
For the first music club in City G, 300 tickets were sold out for two days from invoicing until they were sold out. However, Ling Xi was quite content: last year it was sold for five days.
Only 45,000 tickets were collected for the fan club, which was just enough for the venue fee, and the brokerage company paid for the equipment rental, the band, and the host. But after the fan club is over, fans often buy some extra fans, notebooks, and hats, and the commemorative autographed album can also sell for a good price. So the sum of the bits and pieces adds up to no loss or profit, and you can still win. a reputation.
For Ling Xi, a 12th-tier singer, the purpose of the fan club is to connect fans with feelings and tell everyone that "I'm still creating, I haven't given up." In the past, when on tour every year, Ling Xi came to the stage with a sense of guilt. In the past eight years, he felt that he had made no achievements. The more songs he wrote, the more the venue did not get bigger.
But this year, because he was comforted by An Ruifeng's words, he let go of the small burden in his heart. Before going on stage, he was refreshed and said to Wu Youpeng with a smile: "I think I can turn the whole audience high."
Wu Youpeng looked at him suspiciously: "What elixir did you take today, why are you not nervous at all?"
Ling Xi shook his head: "It's a secret."
"Forget it, no matter what your secrets are, I was just worried that you would say An Ruifeng's name."
"..." Ling Xi's neck shrank, not daring to look at Wu Youpeng's face again, and hurried on stage with a guitar.
The atmosphere of the fan club is relatively casual. The fan club brokerage company in City G rented a small bar with two floors. The venue was completely emptied, and only a few scattered seats were reserved in the last row. Fans gathered in front of the stage, and when Ling Xi came on stage, they waved and cheered to him in unison. Ling Xi was not stage fright, looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the audience, she was in a good mood.
He said a few gossips to everyone generously and sang a few title songs from the album. Most of his songs are soft and beautiful little love songs, and they sing with a little melancholy of a teenager. Fans can't help humming along with him.
After singing the title song, he picked a few songs that were not so famous, but he liked very much. He sang slowly and leisurely for more than an hour. His throat was a little tired, so he stopped to chat with everyone instead.
The part of free talk was the most popular among everyone, and soon it became everyone's question, and Ling Xi answered.
Someone asked him: I heard that you have started acting in TV series now, will you stop singing in the future
Ling Xi shook his head: I am a singer, and I must sing songs for a lifetime.
Someone asked him: I saw your makeup photos are very cute, do you think it is difficult to act on TV or sing
Ling Xi thought about it: It's all difficult. I have no foundation in TV dramas, and I am afraid that the director will be disappointed if I can't act well. When it comes to singing, I am afraid that I will not have any good works and you will be disappointed.
Someone asked him: Tell me about your friendship situation!
Ling Xi replied: What kind of friendship are you asking about? If it was an ordinary friendship, I did meet a very good friend recently.
Fans continued to ask: What about unusual friendships
Ling Xi: Uncommon friendships... still zero.
These words are quite ambiguous. Ling Xi means "the love life is still blank", but on another level, it can be interpreted as "the love life is number zero". Ling Xi was stupid and didn't realize that what he said was strange, but the fans below were already snickering.
Everyone couldn't bear to bully him anymore, and after running on him for a while, they quietly listened to him sing. This time, Ling Xi didn't sing his own song, but sang the song he wrote for others. Ling Xi's songs are tender and are very popular with female singers. Most of the lyrics are about love and love, and the themes revolve around asking for nothing, breaking up and cheating, and meeting the wrong person at the wrong time.
Ling Xi sang five songs in a row, and a female fan standing in the first row didn't know which lyric hit her heartbreak. Ling Xi has held so many fan club meetings, and he has never seen anyone who proposed or kissed, but never cried. He was so panicked that he didn't know what to do, he was at a loss on the stage for a while, he quickly put down the guitar, jumped down the stage and hugged the female fan.
When hugging a female fan, Ling Xi took care not to hug her waist or touch her chest, and put both hands on her shoulders, showing a gentlemanly demeanor, but even though he was so far away, he could still smell the wine coming from the other party. taste.
The female fan cried with red and swollen eyes, and asked him hoarsely: "You have written so many songs about lovelorn, have you been dumped several times?"
Ling Xi was embarrassed: "Did the authors of detective novels kill people?"
The female fan started a drunken madness: "Go and have a relationship, and you are not allowed to write songs about lovelorn after the conversation!" She jumped, hurriedly asked someone to help her off the field, and led Ling Xi to the backstage to change clothes.
Fortunately, they prepared two stage outfits at that time. Ling Xi cleaned himself up with the shortest speed and returned to the stage to continue his performance. But he held back a breath in his heart, and didn't understand how his good singer would encounter such a bizarre episode.
After the fan club was over, Ling Xi finished washing up and was lying on the big bed in the hotel. He tossed and turned on the bed for a while, counting sheep with his eyes closed for a long time, and finally realized why he couldn't sleep peacefully today—because he I didn't receive a call from An Ruifeng tonight.
They usually talk on the phone around ten o'clock in the evening, but it was already past eleven o'clock when he ended the fan meeting today. After that, it took him a long time to remove his makeup and finish it. It took An Ruifeng's work and rest to go back to the hotel. slept long ago.
… but that should make a phone call too!
Ling Xi took the phone and flipped it several times, but the red words "1 missed call" did not appear in the call log.
He angrily threw the phone to the bedside, turned on the airplane mode in a fit of anger, and after thinking about it, he was afraid of delaying things, so he switched back to the vibration.
Three seconds after he put down the phone, An Ruifeng's call came unexpectedly.
Ling Xi picked up the phone, and the first sentence was a question that seemed angry but actually cared: "It's so late, why are you still not sleeping?" He knew how hard it was on the set, and the actors looked at the scenery, but in fact, often four or five in the morning Get up at one o'clock and put on makeup.
An Ruifeng explained with kind words: "Isn't it time to call you?"
"It's okay to call tomorrow, you can't stay up so late." ... I don't know who was still regretting not receiving the call just now.
"This is the first music club you have held since we met. As a good friend, I have to greet you." An Ruifeng pulled out a banner.
Ling Xi reluctantly accepted his explanation and urged him to go to bed quickly.
What is An Ruifeng willing to do, he works 18 hours out of 24 hours a day, and the only fun is that he can talk to Ling Xi for a few minutes before going to bed every night. They were so far apart, and only relying on the radio waves to maintain their relationship made him feel that it was not enough. He just realized his special desire for Ling Xi not long ago. If it wasn't for work, he really wished he would always guard Ling Xi.
"I'm not sleepy, tell me about the song club." He said softly. He knew that Ling Xi liked him the most, Ling Xi was soft-hearted, and had a budding affection for himself (although he didn't realize it), as long as it was An Ruifeng's request, Ling Xi never refused. Pass.
"What do you have to say about the fan club..." Ling Xi was embarrassed. He picked out some trivia before and after the fan club to tell An Ruifeng, and then spit out the drunken female fan he encountered tonight. He listens.
Ling Xi was quite critical of the female fans' request: "I have never been in a relationship before and wrote songs so well. I'm afraid that if I fall in love, a single dog will commit suicide just by listening to the songs I wrote."
On the other end of the phone, An Ruifeng was silent.
"You fell asleep?"
"No," An Ruifeng said, "...Are you planning to fall in love?"
"How could it be!" Ling Xi coughed, feeling an inexplicable sense of shame discussing this kind of issue with An Ruifeng. His eyes drifted around the room, to the ceiling, to the TV, and to himself again.
"Then when will you fall in love?" An Ruifeng chased after him.
"Just..." Ling Xi whispered: "When you meet the right person."
An Ruifeng smiled unabashedly: "The right person? Then who is the 'right' person for you?"
Ling Xi broke her fingers and started counting: "You look good."
"En." An Ruifeng felt that he was very good-looking.
"Good character, gentle, caring about me."
"En." An Ruifeng gave himself a hundred percent.
"It's best to be in this circle, and we can work together in the future."
"Yeah." No problem.
"I don't care about height, age, family background."
"kindness."
Ling Xi stared at the little Ling Xi who was wrapped under a layer of triangular white cloth between her legs, remembered the "sigh" incident a few days ago, and quickly turned her eyes away. He wanted to cover up and added a condition: "The most important thing is to have big breasts."
This time, An Ruifeng was silent.
There was another long silence on both ends of the phone.
Just when Ling Xi thought that An Ruifeng was asleep and wanted to hang up the phone secretly, An Ruifeng spoke again, and the topic jumped to a completely different direction: "When will your S city's fan club open?"
Ling Xi was interrupted by him, forgot the previous topic of love, and began to count the time with great interest: "After that, there will be X City, C City, and then S City, I calculate... It should be Nine days later."
"Okay, then we'll see you in nine days." An Ruifeng said, "Don't forget what you promised me to reserve a VIP seat for me."
After the two said good night to each other and hung up, An Ruifeng, who was far away in S City, lifted the quilt, got up and went to the bathroom. He had just taken a shower, and now he was wearing only loose cotton pajamas.
The hotel's bathroom is very spacious, and there is a large mirror that is one person high on the wall. He stood in front of the mirror and carefully observed his appearance. Because of his diet control for several months, he lost a lot of weight, lost a lot of muscle on his body, and became slim and tall overall. After the movie is over, he will gradually resume his diet, resume fitness, reshape his body, and build his muscles.
He came to the front with his hands, slowly unbuttoned the buttons on the placket one by one, the loose pajamas slipped from him, and the naked upper body was projected in the mirror without covering.
He reached out and touched himself in the mirror, secretly making up his mind.
… and most importantly, get your pecs out first.