Luo Ling hung up the phone and his expression became terrifying.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai looked at each other.

They all realized that the situation had become very bad.

"Lao Luo, don't be affected." Chen Ya patted his shoulder, "The concert is the first priority now. We will deal with this matter after the concert. I will definitely seek justice with you."

Jiang Xinhai frowned and said: "These must be fans of Yingzi. They are bullying you now because you have few fans. If you can succeed, you will never be bullied like this again."

"I know, I know." Luo Ling sat on the white bed of the hotel, feeling a little depressed.

"Listen to me, have a good rest, turn off your cell phone, and give your best during the concert." Chen Ya lowered his head and looked into his eyes, "Can you promise me?"

"Yeah." Luo Ling said simply.

The two of them knew it was useless to stay any longer, so they said goodbye to Luo Ling and left the hotel.

After going out and walking a long way, Jiang Xinhai said: "It's hard to say that if something like this happened at this moment, it was not deliberately instigated by Yingzi and the others."

"Even if we know, it can only be said to be speculation," Chen Ya said. "There is no evidence."

"I'm so angry." Jiang Xinhai clenched her fists, "I used to think she was a celebrity and I looked up to her, but now it seems she is just a scum!"

Chen Ya shook his head, not wanting to comment.

After the two left, Luo Ling sat alone in a lonely room, his head lowered, and he was silent for a long time.

…

At night. Red Pavilion.

The crowd was noisy.

Hung Hom Stadium, commonly known as the Coliseum, is not actually red.

But the people who come here must be very popular.

This is the holy place in the hearts of countless singers.

Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai came with the crowd. Jiang Xinhai wore a baseball cap. Under the cover of the night, it was unlikely that his identity would be exposed.

"Fans of Daolang are all quite old." Jiang Xinhai whispered to Chen Ya after observing the people around him.

"Not a fan," Chen Ya replied, "I'm a fan."

Because there were so many people, Jiang Xinhai kept holding on to Chen Ya's clothes. The two of them found seats in the front row and sat down. Although it was someone else's concert, Jiang Xinhai's heart was pounding with excitement.

"I wonder if Luo Ling is feeling better?" Jiang Xinhai leaned into Chen Ya's ear and said.

"I hope he's okay." Chen Ya said expressionlessly.

But when Jiang Xinhai saw it, he secretly clenched his fists.

He has already lost all his wealth. If Luo Ling's concert fails and his album fails, his and Jiang Xinhai's careers will be in ruins.

It didn't take long for Luo Ling to take the stage - he was still wearing his iconic cap and shirt, and he looked the same as in ordinary life.

Other celebrities will definitely think long and hard about their outfits on such occasions, but Dao Lang is different. He always wears a cap and a shirt.

The audience applauded and screamed, and they didn't mind Dao Lang wearing such ordinary clothes.

Daolang is a pure singer, and they are also pure fans.

It doesn't matter what he wears.

Jiang Xinhai whispered: "He seems to be in a bad mood."

Chen Ya frowned and nodded.

Luo Ling on the stage looked a little...sad.

When the cheers stopped, Daolang finally spoke: "I am honored to be here today."

"When I was still singing in the dance hall, I dreamed countless times that I could stand here."

"Because for me, only when I stand here and sing can I truly become a singer."

"So, please listen to my first song "Impulsive Punishment"."

The guitar and cheers sounded together, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately rose.

Jiang Xinhai covered her mouth excitedly and said, "It feels more exciting than I imagined."

"It's really exciting," Chen Ya said, "it's directly related to whether our "Meet" will have a smooth delivery or a difficult delivery."

On the stage, Dao Lang has already started.

"That night I was drunk and held your hand,

Talking nonsense.

Just focusing on the suppressed thoughts in my heart,

To express wildly..."

Jiang Xinhai listened blankly.

The lyrics were so vulgar that she was stunned.

"When Daolang was 19 years old, he married his ex-wife," Chen Ya said at the side. "A few days after the child was born, his wife ran away, so this song came about."

"Ah? 19 years old?" Jiang Xinhai was a little surprised, "Didn't you just give birth to a child when you were one year older than us?"

"Yes, but there is ambiguity in your words. I don't want to have children with you next year."

Jiang Xinhai turned red in the face, grabbed Chen Ya's ribs and squeezed them, grabbed his arms and slapped him, and threatened in a low voice:

"I kill you!"

Then, she covered her face as she sang "Just thinking about your beauty, smelling your fragrance, and struggling in the passion of ice and fire."

Luo Ling didn't seem to be affected by the previous incident. He sang with great devotion and a smile appeared on his face from time to time.

When she reached the final high note, Jiang Xinhai finally showed a surprised expression.

"I never thought he could hit high notes!"

"Yes," Chen Ya said, "He is a player who can stand on the high C, and is no worse than you. However, due to age and timbre, his voice is more vicissitudes, and his singing style is very cramped, resulting in many

People subconsciously ignore his singing skills."

He turned to look at Jiang Xinhai and said seriously: "Xinhai, everyone who can hold a concert in this place is not an ordinary person. You also have great potential for growth. You must study hard."

Jiang Xinhai nodded seriously.

Soon, she entered a learning state.

After listening to a few songs, she touched her throat and began to truly admire Daolang.

"The song "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" has a much higher pitch than other songs. It's actually difficult to sing, but he sang it very steadily." Jiang Xinhai said, "I was afraid that he would break when singing, but he could sing very steadily every time."

You have to sing it.”

"Closed singing," Chen Ya said, "This is a very typical closed singing technique. I should have taught you."

"Um."

Jiang Xinhai looked at Daolang on the stage and said, "He is actually very good at singing."

"Yes, born and self-taught," Chen Ya said, "that's why I fell in love with him at first sight."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As the atmosphere got better, the fans at the scene stood up, and Jiang Xinhai also pulled Chen Ya to stand up.

The audience sang loudly several times, and Jiang Xinhai also sang along, holding Chen Ya's hand and having fun together.

After the last song "The First Snow in 2012" ended, Jiang Xinhai felt that something was still unfinished.

"From today on," she turned to Chen Ya and said, "I am also a fan of Daolang."

Chen Ya curled his lips: "Then you become a farmer."

"Bah. Don't imitate Yingzi's strokes. She knows nothing."

The harmony gradually died down, and Daolang took the microphone and spoke on the stage.

"Dear fans and friends," he said, "I had a great time singing this concert. I don't know if you are satisfied or not, but in my heart, it is a success. I want to ask you, are you satisfied?"

He pointed the microphone at the stage, and there was a roar of "satisfaction" from the audience.

Daolang smiled and said: "I'll be happy if you are satisfied. Very good, very good."

He repeated "very good" several times, then wiped his face and said slowly:

"This is my first concert. It is very unforgettable. It is an unforgettable experience for me. I also feel that as a singer, this life is worth it."

"As I said before, I always think that standing here is the real singer, so my feeling now is that it's worth it."

"And then, thank you all so much for the likes, I have an announcement to make."

He glanced at the audience. The venue with tens of thousands of people suddenly became quiet.

"What I want to announce is that this is also my last concert," Daolang said. "After today, I will bid farewell to the music industry."

He shrugged and said easily: "Actually, I'm very afraid of facing the camera, and I'm not suitable to be a star. I think it's better for me to quit the entertainment industry. I still like the person who was alone under the lonely light.
To be continued...