After everything was ready, the cordon at the entrance of the theater was opened and fans began to enter. Qiu Xing's sitting position was too conspicuous, and fans quickly noticed him, and some of the more lively could not help shouting his name.
Qiu Xing looked over and politely nodded at everyone.
The fans became more and more excited, and someone shouted: "Mr. Qiu, your new hairstyle is super handsome!"
Qiu Xing was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew his sight.
"happy?"
Qiu Xing restrained his expression: "No."
Mother Qiu obviously didn't believe it. He looked back at the fans and said to Qiu Xing, "They are very cute."
Qiu Xing frowned and muttered, "You didn't see them when they didn't close the door."
"what?"
"Nothing, mom, do you feel noisy, do you want soundproof headphones?"
Mother Qiu smiled and waved: "I'm here to listen to Yangyang singing today. What soundproof headphones do I need."
At two o'clock exactly, the lights in the theater dimmed. Fans lit up their support sticks and light cards, and a white star sea flickered in the auditorium.
Mother Qiu looked back again, wondering: "I saw that the lights that fans used when other singers held a concert were all colorful, didn't you?"
Qiu Xing replied: "Yes, this is it."
"this?"
Qiu Xing changed his sitting position and replied, "Well, this white starlight is the support light Xie Yang chose... He said that the first support light he owned was like this, and he liked this better."
Mother Qiu looked up and down Qiu Xing's expression, and asked, "What are you stealing from?"
Qiu Xing quickly retorted: "What's stealing pleasure, no."
Mother Qiu smiled: "Did you make the first support lamp?"
Qiu Xing picked up a cup of water and drank, pretending to be casual: "His stinky temper has made a lot of people on the Internet before his official debut. Who else would cheer him up from the start except me."
Sitting on the other side of Mother Qiu’s mother, Liu Sha smiled and turned her head, wittyly not mentioning that Qiu Xing threw a cheering stick during Xie Yang’s first performance, and that she reminded Qiu Xing that she could use a mobile phone flashlight as a cheering light. Thing.
A beam of light suddenly fell in the middle of the dark theater stage, and Xie Yang, holding the guitar, appeared in the center of the light. He was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, sitting on a high chair with a microphone stand in front of him.
The audience cheered. Qiu Xing and Qiu's mother paused their conversation and looked at the stage.
Xie Yang raised the microphone, smiled and waved: "Good afternoon everyone."
The cheers were louder.
Xie Yang looked in the direction of Qiu Xing and Qiu's mother, and continued: "Thank you for your support over the past year, and give you a new song, "Starlight"."
Starlight.
Enraged.
Cunning guy, with such a song title, is it pleasing him or pleasing the fans? Or... He looked at his mother who was startled when he heard the word "Starlight" next to him.
Still comforting an old man's heart.
"Starlight" is a quiet and warm song, it depicts love, fans' love for idols, idols for fans, love between families, love between partners... All love is like stars, love is in , Starlight is eternal.
At the end of the song, Mother Qiu's eyes were a little red, but her face was smiling, and she raised her hands to applaud.
…
After all, it is a fan meeting. Apart from singing, Xie Yang must have some interaction with fans. In order to avoid the jealousy of Qiu Xing, Xie Yang asked Qin Cheng to turn all the interaction into a lottery, giving fans various benefits on the spot.
After the benefits were delivered, the enemy's mother in the audience suddenly patted Qiu Xing's hand and said: "Axing, my legs are a little cold, you can bring me a blanket again."
Qiu Xing frowned, stretched out his hand to help Qiu's mother rub his legs, glanced at Xie Yang who was sending fans off the stage, and responded: "Okay." After speaking, he got up and walked towards the side exit, preparing to go backstage from there. Take the blanket.
Xie Yang, who was on the stage, looked at the audience after sending off the fans who received the benefits and said, "It's the first anniversary, shouldn't I cut a cake to celebrate?"
The fans answered neatly: "Yes!"
Qiu Xing stopped for a moment, looked sideways at Xie Yang on the stage, and then quickly accelerated the pace of going out.
"Then I will pick a fan to help me push the cake up, and hope that this fan can cut the cake with me." Xie Yang snapped his fingers, "Light teacher, help me choose a lucky one."
With the lights dimming, fans shouted "Choose me, choose me!".
Qiu Xing's face turned black. The cake for the first anniversary was cut with the fans, what is it like! And why should I cut it at this time? Yesterday, I clearly said—
boom.
A beam of light suddenly fell from diagonally above and covered Qiu Xing's body.
Qiu Xing stopped abruptly.
The fans' shouts stopped, and then they screamed more excitedly. Without knowing who took the lead, the fans actually called out the name of Qiu Xing, and their voices became more and more orderly.
"..."
Qiu Xing slowly turned sideways and looked at Xie Yang on the stage.
Xie Yang smiled: "The fan chosen by the lighting teacher for me is very handsome and fits my liking."
The screams of fans almost overturned the roof.
Qiu Xing: "..."
The corners of his mouth curled up and pressed down, staring at Xie Yang on the stage.
"The cake is here, can this fan help me push it up?"
The staff came in from the entrance with a large three-layer cake and stopped in front of Qiu Xing. Obviously, this battle came well prepared. Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang, then looked back at the enemy mother here with a smile, stepped forward and pushed the cake cart, and walked towards the stage.
The fans' screams became more enthusiastic, and Liu Sha and others in the audience also couldn't laugh, and followed them.
Qin Cheng directed the photographers and photographers he invited, and asked them to take this scene well.
Qiu Xing pushed the cake onto the stage and stopped in front of Xie Yang, trying to ignore all the fans under the stage. Because he tried too hard to suppress his emotions, his expression was a bit fierce, and his tone was a bit quicker, and said: "Your cake."
Xie Yang took the initiative to hold Qiu Xing's hand, and said to the audience in the audience: "This fan, the more I look at it, the more I like it. After thinking about it, I decided to let him cut me a lifetime cake. Do you agree?"
"agree!"
"agree!"
"Marriage in place!"
Qiu Xing almost broke his merits, hurriedly shook Xie Yang's hand back, and lowered his voice: "What nonsense."
Xie Yang raised his eyebrows, ignored Qiu Xing, let go of Qiu Xing's hand, and snapped his fingers again: "Teacher Lighting, turn off the lights, I'm going to blow the candle."
The lights are all off, but the support lights of the fans in the audience are still there.
Xie Yang looked at Qiu Xing: "Where is my candle?"
Looking at Xie Yang's smile, Qiu Xing still couldn't hold back, raised his hand and rubbed Xie Yang's head, took the candle on the table and inserted it on the cake, carefully lighting it up.
"Then I start to make a wish."
Xie Yang walked to the cake, closed his eyes with the microphone in his hands to make a wish, closed his eyes and said one word at a time: "I hope this fan of the surname Qi can promise me one thing."
The audience was quiet, and Xie Yang could hear Qiu Xing breathing lightly around him.
He continued: "Please get well soon and let me give you a wedding."
Deathly quiet, then screams overturned the roof again.
Xie Yang still closed his eyes and asked, "Will my wish come true?"
"meeting!"
"Will!"
He shook his head: "Why didn't I hear this fan's answer."
The fans were quiet again, and Xie Yang suddenly felt his eyes dark, and then fell into a familiar embrace. The back of his head was held down, and a slightly muffled voice came from his ear: "Yes."
The scream came again.
Xie Yang hugged Qiu Xing back, and opened his eyes with satisfaction: "You have to count your words."
Qiu Xing touched the back of Yang's head and replied, "Speaking counts."
Xie Yang smiled and let go of Qiu Xing, facing Qiu Xing's eyes that seemed to suppress countless emotions, he leaned in and kissed him, then turned around and blew out the candle.
The lights came on at the right time, and Xie Yang held Qiu Xing’s hand, stood side by side with Qiu Xing, looked at the enemy’s mother who was looking at this side with red eyes, and smiled at the enemy’s mother: "He will live a hundred years," We will always be together."
Mother Qiu raised her hand to press the corner of her eye and nodded.
…
After the fan meeting was over, the topic #解扬求婚仇行# immediately became a hot search on Weibo. Photos of various meetings went viral on Weibo, and countless people gave them blessings.
But the two parties did not have time to pay attention to these.
On the fifth day after the meeting ended, the enemy's mother fell into a coma.
Although I have stayed for thousands of years, the one who should have come is here.
Qiu Xing and Xieyang pushed back all work and stayed in the nursing home to accompany his mother. Feng Qinglin also rushed over.
Two days later, the enemy's mother suddenly became sober. She was in an abnormal spirit, pulled Xie Yang and Qiu Xing to watch the video on the day of the meeting, flipped through the albums, ate two meals normally, and then insisted on going to the terrace to watch the stars after night fell.
Everyone realized something, endured their emotions, and tried their best to move the enemy's mother on the terrace to settle down as usual.
The night was getting deeper and the stars flickered.
The enemy's mother looked at the sky idiotically, and suddenly asked, "Axing, has Qinglin gone home?"
She was confused again.
Feng Qinglin turned his head and blinked unbearably. After a while, he turned his head and leaned in front of the enemy's mother and said, "Grandma, I have come back. I used to be naive. Don't worry, I am back. "
The enemy's mother's gaze was fixed on Feng Qinglin's face. After looking at it for a long time, she recognized her. She felt relieved. Instead, she held Feng Qinglin's hand and said: "Just come back and listen to your uncle."
Feng Qinglin nodded desperately.
"A line."
Qiu Xing shook his mother's other hand and said.
"Are you feeling better?"
Qiu Xing helped Qiu's mother pull the blanket on her legs, raised his hand to help Qiu's mother tidy her hair, and replied, "Okay."
"real?"
"real."
"You lied to me." Mother Qiu held Qiu Xing's hand, even let go of Feng Qinglin, turned sideways at Qiu Xing, with a stubborn expression, repeatedly chanting, "Axing, you want to live."
Everyone could see that she had reached the limit, but because she was too rest assured, she persisted desperately.
Qiu Xing suppressed his emotions and promised: "Mom, I swear, I will live well."
The enemy's mother is still persistently unwilling to relax.
Xie Yang, who had been sitting quietly aside, suddenly stood up, picked a bud from the flowers and grass on the terrace, and held it in his palm. He walked to the enemy’s mother and pulled off the enemy’s hand, spreading the enemy’s hand to hold it, and the palm was pressed against the enemy. The palm of the mother leaned to the ear of the enemy's mother and said something in a low voice.
Mother Qiu shook her body and looked at Xie Yang in shock.
Xie Yang soothed and said, "Mom, you said that I am the lucky star of the enemy." He slowly moved his hand away.
In the palm of the enemy's mother, a warm blooming flower lay quietly.
The enemy's mother looked at the flower in her palm and suddenly squeezed it tightly, then raised her eyes to look at Xie Yang again, as if looking at some hope: "You..."
"It's on, Mom."
Mother Qiu clenched her hands, laughed as if crying, muttering "God bless" in her mouth, and then looked at Qiu Xing with the joy of exploding like fireworks in her eyes: "Ahang, you will be well of."
…
The enemy's mother fell into a coma again, and everyone sent her back to the room.
When the sun rose the next day, the enemy mother left, smiling. She seemed to have a good dream, clasped her hands on her abdomen, and looked relaxed, still holding the flower in her hand.
Qiu walked out of his mother's room, hugged Xie Yang who was waiting outside, buried his face on Xie Yang's shoulders, and tightened his arms every inch.
"Yang Yang... Only you and I are left at home."