Chapter 101

"Ha ha, the fairy is really..... Love and hate are clear. She doesn't pretend at all. She loves the man next to her for a second."

"It's so interesting. I didn't expect that all the award ceremonies were equally boring. It's worthy of being Yang Kexin. It's clear that I'm dissatisfied with the organizers - I'm not happy, so I ask you if you're afraid."

Yang Kexin looked bitter: "it's over, sister Ru will kill me?" it was as if she had been wronged by heaven.

Han Fei took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. Hey, after all, I'm the victim, right?

Finally, after the host's three minute emergency rescue, the audience focused on Zhong Liting.

To tell the truth, Zhong Liting's popularity is far from that of Yang Kexin. However, she is an elder in the singing world. She made records in the 1990s. She must have crushed Yang Kexin in terms of generations, so it's not too strange to give her the award this time. The situation of domestic award ceremonies has almost formed a tacit understanding.

Zhong Liting first thanked the fans and organizers... After a big circle, she suddenly came up with a sentence: "I think the biggest problem in the current Chinese music world is that they are too impetuous. Some young singers don't settle down to make music and like to make a whole lot of crooked things to impress the public..."

Suddenly, the whole award ceremony was "buzzing", and it became a mess. The fool knew who Zhong Liting was talking about, so almost all his eyes fell on Yang Kexin.

"Lying trough, there's big news. Do you want to tear Yang Kexin by hand?"

"It's so exciting tonight!"

The reporters' flash lights up a large area. They are excited. It's a cold winter for the cultural industry. It's hard for the stars, and the media reporters are even more sad. How can we not be excited by such a series of explosive points tonight? It's more exciting than who won the prize.

Yang Kexin's face changed slightly, but he soon recovered his composure. Instead, he winked at Han Fei and looked pitiful: "Oh, look, people are calling. Don't you help me? Give me ten or eight golden songs quickly. I'll kill her."

Han Fei turned his eyes angrily. Well, you're really welcome. You also have ten or eight golden songs. Do you really think golden songs are Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market? It's called non renewable resources, you know, but Zhong Liting is really annoying. She'll pass away tomorrow morning and looks like "I'm an elder, I'll teach you to be a man".

"Just one song. I'll give it back to you." Han Fei saw that Yang Kexin had to bargain. He didn't have a good way: "don't pull it down."

Yang Kexin quickly spoiled: "OK ~ ~ ~, really, stingy people drink cold water."

Zhong Liting was relieved after scolding. In her last speech, she thanked the fans again and said that she would soon have a single to release. The songwriter was also the "gold" who had jumped up rapidly in the circle in recent years.

"Hum, you're going to kill yourself this time. See how I hate you!" Yang Kexin showed his iconic little tiger teeth.

Han Fei was invited to the backstage by the organizer. Huayan won him a chance to perform on the stage. Naturally, his singing repertoire is the most popular one in the world.

Backstage, Han Fei changed his dress, then changed into a casual T-shirt and jeans, and suddenly felt that the whole person was alive.

"Mr. Han, what else do you need?" the backstage staff didn't know what to call him, so they could only shout "teacher" against their heart.

Han Fei was tuning the guitar. He tried it and it was very smooth: "well, why don't you prepare an electric fan for me. You want a high-power one and blow it at me."

"Er..." the staff looked confused and forced. They really didn't hear that any star was going to perform on the stage to prepare an electric fan.

After presenting the best male singer award, it was finally Han Fei's turn to appear.

The audience recognized it immediately.

"Eh, isn't this the young man who sat with Yang Kexin before?"

"Who is this person? Why don't you have any impression? Did the organizer plug it in again? Forget it, I'd better go pee first. I'll be the best songwriter later."

However, when many audiences were ready to leave their positions, a very attractive melody sounded on the stage, and the combination of rock music and Pipa immediately brightened people's eyes.

Han Fei also added a short segment of electric guitar solo on the way. Although most people don't understand it, it doesn't prevent them from shouting "sleeping slot" in their mouth, and their hips can't leave their position anymore.

Han Fei also worked very hard on the stage, playing the guitar and singing.

"Chicken wine can add silver, sprinkle it, pot West, come to Ding,

Big white melon steel is tight, wow, seise GA must be. "

Soon, the scene was driven by this magical music. The whole award ceremony instantly became a teaching classroom for learning Minnan language. Various standard, non-standard and completely Hu Zou's Minnan language began to ring through the whole venue.

Slowly, some people stand up and dance with the music. Even some singers can't help being vulgar. As Yang thirty-two Lang said, in fact, people who really make music must be emotional.

Yang Kexin didn't hesitate to stand up and start her limbs out of tune dance. It's really not ugly with the cooperation of music.

Only in a corner far away, sister Ru was gnashing her teeth and looking at all this, thinking: "dead girl, you wait for me, go back and want you to look good!"

Singing, dancing and playing is a big consumption for any singer. Han Fei is no exception. He soon began to sweat on his forehead. At this time, the role of high-power electric fan is very obvious. He not only scattered the sweat, but also his short black hair was extraordinarily elegant during the performance.

"Stacked, a red and hard, chicken drag ti ū Tan Xiunian West,

Throw the disease in the pot, Liaoxi

"It's hard to turn a good shadow heart"

After Han Fei sang the last lyrics and swept the last chord, the audience immediately burst into huge cheers.

"Who the hell is this man? He's great. He dances, sings and plays all the time. His breath is not disordered. He shouldn't be a nobody."

"Yes, why do I think he sings better than the previous award-winning singers?"

When Han Fei was ready to return to the backcourt, the host stopped him: "don't hurry to go. Anyway, there's still your work later, or don't go down?"

Han Fei subconsciously glanced at the direction of Le Jianming and thought: This product is OK. Public relations are in place.

In fact, it was all a gimmick arranged by the organizers to see him perform too sensational.

Sure enough, the audience wondered if they would not let the show end after the performance? Is there a return later?

But soon the audience and reporters found that they had been calculated by the organizers. When the host announced the list of best word authors, a somewhat strange name Han Fei appeared.

While everyone was looking for the stranger in the audience, all the cameras were aimed at the young man who had just performed hard on the stage.

"This live guide won't be drinking a fake bar? What's the camera doing to him?"