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With Bi Xia's introduction, a few light sounds followed by countless golden ribbons falling down, as if a golden ribbon rain was falling, beautiful!

After "Flying Higher", Bi Xia sang four more encore songs amid the fans' encore voices. The first concert in his life officially came to an end...

In addition to dressing up and singing with guests, he kept standing on the stage and sang from beginning to end in one go! The concert lasted three hours, and by the end, he was already sweating all over, which made fans feel heartbroken.

While interacting with fans on the stage, fans rushed to hand him tissues, wipe his arms and sweat on his face...

Balloons, glow sticks, cheering cards, banners... Until Bi Xia returned to the backstage, when he closed his eyes, these things could not help but appear in his mind, as well as the cheers and screams like waves.

He recalled the situation at the concert like a movie in his mind. He was very satisfied and could not be perfect, but he was already impeccable, regardless of his own performance or the enthusiasm of his fans. This is his first place.

As long as you don’t have any regrets left, you will be very satisfied.

As for what flaws can be taken further in future performances, he believes that he can do it.

Outside the National Stadium, fans who came to watch the concert released the balloons in their hands together, forming a unique landscape under the moonlight!

Some fans who were reluctant to leave were still waiting at the door for Bi Xia.

"Go back quickly and don't stay outside, it's getting late." After seeing this, Bi Xia opened the car window, said goodbye to the fans, and warned them.

It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, and it was indeed a bit late. These fans were all young children, which was really worrying.

"Bi Xia--" These fans seemed to have not woken up from the enthusiasm of the concert. Seeing Bi Xia's car coming out and greeting them, they jumped and jumped one by one, waving their hands to the side of the car, shouting loudly.

No more.

The driver had to lower the speed of the car to Bi Xia for his fans to say goodbye to his fans. Bi Xia said again: "It's very late, go home quickly. There are more opportunities to get together in the future, and safety is the most important thing."

I said goodbye to my fans one by one, and it took me only a short distance of more than ten meters and walked for five or six minutes.

"Bisha is so gentle and considerate!" A girl of sixteen or seventeen years old said with her hands on her chest and said with a happy face.

"Yes, I'm still worried about others, so happy!" Then they looked at Bi Xia's car away with a foul look on their faces. However, they still followed Bi Xia's advice and walked home together.

Everything is over, Hu Yu has to deal with the aftermath with the organizer, and Zhang Jing first sends Zang’s mother and Bi Chang home. At this time, he bid farewell to all his friends and goes home alone.

The passion of the concert remained in my heart, and Bi Xia leaned quietly in the car and rested at the end.

"Bixia, we are here!" Not long after, the car slowed down slowly, and the driver said to remind Bixia, who was still closing his eyes.

"Yeah." Bi Xia opened her eyes, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." When he spoke, he felt his throat was a little dry, and holding a concert was a physical job. Even if Hu Yu prepared a lot of fat sea for him.

But now the throat feels thirsty and the voice is slightly hoarse.

When I got home, the light in the living room was already on. After opening the door, Bi Chang's cute little head caught my eye. "Hehe," Bi Xia smiled, reached out to rub Bi Chang's head, and then put his arm on Bi Chang's

The weight of his shoulders and half of his body was pressed on Bi Chang.

"Hate, I always bully me." Bi Chang slapped Bi Xia in his hand. Although he said that, his body did not move. He let Bi Xia move and dragged him to the sofa.

"Don't always bully your sister. She is so old, she is still like a child." Zang's mother saw that the two of them were not in good shape and scolded with a smile.

"That's right, that's right, I know how to bully me." Bi Chang said dissatisfiedly with his little mouth pouting.

"Who made you my dear little sister?" Bi Xia reached out and pointed Bi Chang's full red lips, moist and elastic.

"Hate, my hands are full of sweat!" Bi Chang reached out to scratch Bi Xia, and the brother and sister rolled on the sofa, making a ball of laughter from time to time.

"Okay, stop making trouble, come and have something to eat." Zang's mother walked into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of steaming seafood noodles, which suddenly hooked Bi Xia's greed, and her stomach was very cooperating and rumbled.

Two tones.

For the evening concert, he only ate some fruit for dinner. He was already hungry and put his chest on his back. You must know that he is a martial arts practitioner. He has a very strong appetite and is also very afraid of being hungry. You must know whether it is a notice or

When making movies, he never treats his mouth unfairly when eating, especially now that he has improved his living conditions, he will not be hungry for himself. This time he has suffered a big loss.

After drinking the soup, a sip of heat immediately entered his stomach from his throat, warm and comfortable, and at the same time he felt even more hungry.

"Swish--" Bi Xia ate without saying a word.

"Brother, I'll help you peel an apple." Bi Chang stood up and said when he saw this.

"Yes, OK." Bi Xia's mouth was stuffed with food. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

"This child..." Zang's mother saw Bi Xia like someone who had not drunk water for three days saw an oasis. Her eyes were so bright and she couldn't laugh or cry. After all, she was a popular star. Zang's mother was like a concert tonight.

She met her son's anger and met her. Hundreds of thousands cheered and 100,000 shouted. The deafening sound and scene made her feel like her heart was missing.

"Brother, the concert tonight is so great, it's so exciting." Bi Chang said while peeling the apple, with an expression of excitement on his face.

"Well, it's really good. What's wrong? I want to live such a life? Why don't you write a song for you? With your conditions, it will be absolutely popular. Besides, I have the ability to protect you now." Bi Xia looked up at Bi.

Chang, pinched her little face in a doting way.

"No." Bi Chang said without even thinking about it: "My life is very good now, hehe, I'll just look at my brother."

"Okay, as long as you like it, it's fine!" Bi Xia drank the soup in the bowl completely, rubbed her stomach with satisfaction, and lay on the sofa.

"It's almost done, I'm sweating all over. Go and take a shower. I'll catch a cold if I'm late." Zang's mother patted Bi Xia's arm and said.

When he saw the time, it was twelve o'clock, Bi Xia quickly said, "Mom, you should go to bed quickly, you have been asleep long ago, it's so sinful." He turned to Bi Chang again and said, "Girl, you too

Like, be careful of dark circles tomorrow…” (To be continued...)

ps: When I was writing these days, my finger rings felt very bad. When I wrote every day, I felt like I was writing a record of the book. There was no feeling of creating a world and shaping characters.

So the ring stopped and read "Entertainment" four times again. I found that although it was following the outline, the content was written incredibly dry and thin. Maybe it was because of the lack of writing skills, or maybe it wasn't too much.

I have been thinking about it for a while, but in short, "Entertainment" makes me feel dissatisfied.

These days, the ring has conceived the following content over and over again, and has also read many excellent works. Compared with their own works, I hope to give you a better story. Now it is the end of retreat. The results don’t matter. I just hope that everyone who reads the book will not be disappointed.

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