Fanservice Paradox

After singing a song, Fang Juexia looked up and saw that many fans were crying.

"Don't be sad." He held the guitar. "You are all the cutest little shops."

After speaking, Fang Juexia stood up and raised his hand to throw out the guitar pick. "This is for you."

After screaming on the stage, Fang Juexia who had already turned her head towards the center of the stage stopped and turned her head, "Be careful."

More fans would like to hear him speak more, because he hardly speaks much, "Crosstalk! Chuantalk!"

Fang Juexia, who could hear everyone's voice, just laughed embarrassedly, "Today's speaking quota has been exhausted and there is no way to start business."

"Hahahaha!"

"I'm going down to change my clothes," Chasing Light has been in front of Fang Juexia, guiding him to the way to the lift. "Let's watch the video for a while and wait for us."

"it is good!!"

The lift platform carried him down slowly, and new behind-the-scenes footage appeared on the big screen, which was the scene where they were singing together.

"How about this beat?" He Ziyan was sitting at the console, still playing the keyboard.

Pei Tingsong shook with the rhythm, "Great."

"What about this drum?"

"This drum is a bit ..."

Fang Juexia nestled on the sofa raised his hand, followed beat to sing a rhythm with a melody, and sang directly to close the chorus, "dadadadala ... listen to me break."

Hearing this chant, the audience instantly boiled, and after screaming, everyone screamed the name of Warsong 2.0 wildly.

"Break through! Break through! Break through! Break through ..."

In the picture, He Ziyan who finished the drop part finally stood up, walked to the sofa and collapsed between Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong. He opened the phone's lock screen and confirmed the time for the camera.

"At half past five in the morning, it's finally done."

Pei Tingsong, who looked up at the ceiling, grumbled a few words, vaguely, He Ziyan tilted his knee to touch Fang Juexia. Fang Juexia closed her eyes, still humming the melody. When he was interrupted, he said, "It's okay, he's just sleepy speaking Spanish."

The footage of the video shook and suddenly reached the ceiling, but their voice was still there.

He Ziyan asked: "Is the Spanish rap of" Broken Array "very hot?"

"Want to listen." Fang Juexia said.

Finally, it ended with Pei Tingsong's sigh.

On the darkened stage, many beams of red light appeared instantly, and they laid on the edge of the stage from top to bottom. Fans know that the show is about to start and are excited. A white ceiling light appeared in the middle of the stage, illuminating the red drum in the middle. Pei Tingsong hit the red dress, holding the drumstick with a long red belt in his hand, and appeared in front of everyone in back.

"Boom--"

He struck the first sound. Drums echoed in the huge venue, and it was full of momentum.

The second time, the lights on the new circle of the stage came on, and more than one hundred dancers appeared on the stage, all wearing armor and holding shields. Assembled into a square matrix, they raised their shields and looked from top to bottom. It was a patchwork word-broken array.

At the last sound, the mallet fell.

The opening of Ling Yi ’s Peking Opera suddenly appeared, "The gold drum sounded loudly and the sound of the corner of the painting sounded loudly, evoking my lofty aspiration.

Pei Tingsong turned around, wearing a mask of evil spirits on his face.

"Fan Wang clown how to say, I can block a million soldiers with one sword!"

He stepped out of the big drum step by step, and the soldiers also spread out on both sides. Finally, five other teenagers in red appeared at the center of the stage, each wearing a mask of evil spirits.

From the music point of view, the 100-person dance team is like a real battlefield, coupled with the sound of the sword light sword dance and the yellow sand battlefield created by the projection technology.

This is the most magnificent scene of "Break Array".

"Don't ask about the future for this trip, listen to me to break through!"

Drop appeared, the lights of the audience turned into Klein blue, and the adrenaline of the audience rose sharply in the rhythm of electronic music, and it was another open-air jump.

Solo partly maintained the six-person dance of the previous BMA, but this time there was a new adaptation. Each person holds a sword, and the sword dances are performed in the same group, and the accompanying dances are also dancing in group dances. The picture is shocking.

The choreography of the last chorus also changed and continued this sword dance until Fang Juexia sang the last sentence of the whole song.

"The way I go is no way, and you are in ambush."

The six men took their swords into their sheaths, took off their masks, and looked up and smiled.

The audience shouted their names, as if they were really greeting the triumphant young warrior.

After the end, they wore clothes and chatted with fans, "Is this stage super cool?"

"Yes!"

Lu Yuan turned around and extended his hand to the dance partner, "Let us first thank our dance team! Hard work teachers!"

The six of them turned around and bowed deeply towards the dance team.

One hundred dancers bowed to them and left the stage with a smile.

"It's really very, very hard. It's such a hot weather wearing a thick costume to dance with us." Jiang Miao held the microphone. "Without them, this stage would not have such a good effect."

Ling nodded, fanning the collar of her clothes, "It's really hot."

Fans under the stage started to tease them again, "Undress! Undress!"

"You said it." He Ziyan teased them deliberately, "Then we took it off."

Lu Yuan began to grab his hand in a false way to stop him, "Brother, Brother Fire, don't do this, it's not good."

Pei Tingsong sighed, "You let him take it off."

"Hey, I took it off." He Ziyan said to do it, and took off his clothes. The fans screamed and braked before they climbed up, turning into boos.

Because he also wore a blue short-sleeved and denim shorts in his Hanfu.

"con man!"

"I didn't lie to you." He Ziyan said, "You just said to let us take off our clothes, and didn't say what we had to do after we took off."

"This is called a routine."

"Every day I fight dominoes with wisdom and courage."

Fang Juexia also took off her own, put it on the ground, and by the way, put all the clothes off everyone together and put them aside.

They chatted for a few days, sat on the stage and sang the lyrics of several albums, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed. The last one is "Swim Through The Sea". The on-site projection technology envelops the entire stage in blue, as if they were playing a guitar and singing songs in a cube of condensed water.

The photos and video images taken from their childhood suddenly appeared on the big screen, and they were all very cute children. The production team also intimately marked them with their names and ages, and every time a cute child appeared, the fans would scream.

"Swim across this sea, we will become better children."

After singing the last sentence, the projected seawater dissipated, and half an hour left to end.

"We are about to start the lottery, and grab a lucky fan to interact on stage."

As soon as Jiang Miao finished speaking, the biggest scream broke out.

"Wow, another European game."

Fang Juexia suddenly made a joke, "That little Pei can stop participating."

"Hahahahahaha!"

However, Pei Tingsong tilted his head and looked at him with a smile. "You have to say that I have to participate." After he finished, he went to the stage's extension platform, and Ling Yi and Lu Yuan couldn't stop him. Fang Juexia was a little surprised, "You really want to go down."

"Sure." Pei Tingsong went down and was protected by several bodyguards to go deep into the fan's seat, causing a burst of screams, "I'm going to be a lucky one today." After he finished, he also instructed the lighting engineer, "Don't follow me, let me be an ordinary audience."

"Pei Tingsong was melancholic every day." Ling Yi Tucao.

"Hahahaha!"

Fang Juexia looked at Jiang Miao, but the captain said, "It's okay, the bodyguard will follow." After that, Jiang Miao started the process. "Originally, I chose a lucky fan. Now Xiao Pei went down. In order to increase the probability of winning, we chose Two. "

"Who will smoke first?"

Lu Yuan raised his hand, "I'm coming."

So the photographer's lens began to sweep the audience, and flashing faces appeared on the big screen, all of them fans. Lu Yuan covered his eyes with his hands and stood on the stage.

"You can stop calling Teacher Yuan."

"No, I have to wait a little longer, I always feel that I will sweep to Pei Tingsong. The photographer will run quickly after you reach Pei Tingsong, do you know?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Feeling almost the same, Lu Yuan finally stopped, "Stop!"

The audience screamed. The picture on the big screen was a little boy waving a kaleidoscope hand lamp.

"Wow is a kid Hey!" Ling Yi smiled happily, "It's so cute."

Jiang Miao said intimately, "Mom can come with you, it doesn't matter."

Unexpectedly, the little child refused to let his mother follow up. He walked out like a little adult, and every fan of the way smiled at him and touched his head. The little guy came to the edge of the stage and wanted to climb up on his own, but he was too small to touch the edge of the stage. Finally, Lu Yuan walked over and picked him up.

"Here is our little luck." Lu Yuan put him on the ground and everyone crouched down to talk to him.

"What's your name?" After finishing, Ling Yi pointed the microphone to his mouth.

The boy also had a blue K-shaped sticker on his face, pinching the index finger of his right hand with his left hand, and said with a milk voice: "My name is Qi Qi." Now. "

He Ziyan learned his voice, "I am 25 years old this year."

Jiang Miao joked, "You have to call your uncle."

Unexpectedly, Qi Qi really called uncle.

"Better than I will take a stem." Fang Juexia smiled.

Ling Yi touched his head, "Are you our little fan?"

Qiqi nodded, "So is my mother, so is my sister."

Lu Yuan simply sat on the ground, and the staff came up from the side of the stage, handing him a piece of Klein blue paper and a pen.

"Qiqi, my brother asked you a question." Lu Yuan said, "Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become when you grow up?"

Qi Qi let out a long, very cute voice, and the whole audience laughed.

He Ziyan said: "This means he is thinking now."

"Hahahaha."

"I think, I think ..." Qi Qi opened her mouth, and hesitated again. Fang Juexia thought he was cute, so he smiled and encouraged him to say, "It doesn't matter, just say whatever you want."

Qi Qi stretched her hands and made a gesture toward the sky, "The kind, the kind that flies in the sky, and then can fly the plane ..."

"Oh," Ling Yi understood. "Pilot."

"Yes." Qi Qi nodded heavily.

"It's so cool." He Ziyan gave him a thumbs up. "You are the coolest kid in the audience."

At this moment, Lu Yuan handed him a piece of paper, and also showed it to the fans through the lens, "Now Qiqi, look, let's make an agreement, OK, brother wrote a sentence for you-Qiqi later Will become a pilot. "

Qiqi nodded, "Yes."

"You write your name below, okay?"

Encouraged by Lu Yuan, the children wrote their names carefully on a piece of paper. Finally, this piece of paper was folded into a paper plane and given to Qiqi.

"You can become the person you want to be in the future, so come on."

With their agreement, Qi Qi returned to her mother's side.

Caledo on the stage waved at him.

"Okay, is it our second lucky audience."

"So far it's still Cha Wupei."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Jiang Miao looked at Fang Juexia, "Let Jue Xia come this time."

Fang Juexia nodded cleverly and stood between them, covering her eyes. Hearing everyone say that the beginning, he silently counted ten seconds in his heart.

Fans seem to be screaming and making various sounds, but he is still undisturbed and counting calmly.

... three, two, one.

"stop."

Even Fang Juexia, who has always been indifferent, can't wait to see the lucky fans he selected, but when he opened his eyes, he looked at the big screen.

He was stunned.

What appeared on the screen was his grandfather.

No one told him this in advance, Fang Juexia even thought it was a video, but Grandpa's background was indeed the concert site.

He turned blankly, looking down the stage, looking at the starry blue sea of ​​light, trying to search for the figure.

A beam of chasing light fell, hitting precisely on the person he was looking for. His vision was not clear, he couldn't see the real thing, everything was hazy like a dream.

Other members took the microphone and said, "Please have our lucky fans come on stage."

Following the light, Pei Tingsong helped his grandfather out of the auditorium, walked towards the stage, and then stepped towards Fang Juexia from the long extension platform.

Their figures became clearer and clearer, but Fang Juexia's eyes were blurred.

The tears did not finally fall until Grandpa really came to him.

Fang Juexia didn't want to cry at all, especially in front of her grandfather. How he hoped that he was a strong enough child in front of him to carry everything alone, and to realize the dream he had promised.

He didn't want to let him down.

Grandpa took the microphone from Pei Tingsong, his face was still as serious as he was many years ago, looking at Fang Juexia standing in front of him, he could not say a word, so he spoke first, "You should n’t ask me, Have you ever thought about who you will be? "

Fang Juexia who was still in amazement was asked such a bit. He was a little dazed and saw Pei Tingsong standing beside his grandfather smiling at him, so he nodded and asked like Lu Yuan asked the child before, "You ... What kind of person will you be? "

"In the summer of twenty-four years ago, one of the best children in the world was born." Grandpa looked at him, and his eyes were hard to detect. "I will call him Juexia. I will be his grandfather."

Tears poured out again, and Fang Juexia's hand holding the microphone hung down, her head lowered, and her shoulders quivered. Fans all over the room shouted his name and wept with him.

Fang Juexia is a person who has gone to the black all the way, rarely dreaming, at least never had such a dream, never thought that one day they really will have their own concert, and never thought that one day the foreign guild will appear in him At the concert.

"I don't speak much, and I know you are too." Grandpa patted Fang Juexia's shoulder. "Some words have been wanted for a long time, but I find it difficult to speak."

He cares about the child more than anyone else, but he can only watch his TV show in the empty old house alone. Worried that he could not see a fall on the stage, but always used the most unpleasant words to make him give up his dreams that were out of reach. Afraid that he would suffer a loss, he could not make another call.

But when this child was born, he was the happiest one.

Finally, he put the crying Fang Juexia into his arms.

"Jue Xia, you have always been the pride of your grandfather, and always will be."

The mother Fang sitting under the stage also shed tears. This once fragmented family was finally repaired a little in love and dreams. They are slowly recovering the lost things.

The other members also greeted Grandpa one by one. The staff took a chair for Grandpa and they sang "Lastsummer" around Grandpa together.

The summer of birth, the summer of dreaming, the summer of debut, the summer of reunion and reunion, and the summer of reunion now.

Every one is memorable.

"Grandpa be careful." Ling Yi snatched Pei Tingsong's work and smiled and took him down.

Grandpa turned back and waved at them, "All come to dinner at home, together."

"Hole."

As time went by, there were only six minutes left in the concert.

"It's so fast." Jiang Miao looked at the time. "It seems that it just started, but it's almost over."

"Don't end !!" the fans under the stage shouted.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Miao smiled. "We still have a song."

Six huge glowing "clouds" were pushed onto the stage by the staff, and the members of Caledo stood up one by one as if they were standing in a cloud of white clouds.

"The last song, we modified some lyrics and wanted everyone to sing along with us."

"Everyone guess what song?"

Fans shouted below, the names of several songs mixed together.

"Juexia, give them a hint."

After receiving the signal, Fang Juexia picked up the microphone and sang aloud, "Youaremy ..."

Fans immediately guessed the correct answer: "Daydream !!!"

"Yes! The last song is a daydream!"

Pei Tingsong held the microphone and said, "Every one of us is constantly growing, but growing does not mean losing the right to dream. Even if it is a daydream that many people disdain, do not try to dream once, how do you know if it is What does it feel like? "

"So let's do our own daydream together today."

The lyrics appear on the stage in a projected manner, and are handwritten lines line by line.

In the glowing clouds, they were also suspended a little above the stadium, passing over the heads of many fans. Fang Juexia is afraid of height, so he is much shorter than other members.

This brisk song is especially suitable for choral singing. In the singing voice, a lot of cloud balloons appeared in the sky, which were huge, one next to the other. Soon, the night sky of the venue was covered by the clouds of the day.

The situation is amazingly beautiful, and everyone can't help but look up at the gathered clouds.

"I know something must fall from the sky, like a summer shower."

The moment I sang this sentence, there was a popping sound in the sky, and all the cloud balloons were broken. In an instant, the blue paper rain was scattered all over the sky, and they were flying, like thousands of flying butterflies, filling the entire venue and the hearts of every fan.

There has never been a moment like this.

As if this is really a daydream.

They stopped singing and took the microphone and said, "Now each of you has a blue piece of paper with the K word printed on it. The kaleidoscope support lamp in your hand can actually be turned on, and there is a pen in it."

"Take it out, let's write our own daydream."

"What kind of people will we be in ten years?"

"What kind of life will we live."

When the teammates talked, Fang Juexia gently harmonized for them, but the lyrics had changed, from "youaremydaydream." To "It \ 'stimetodaydream."

Fans under the stage bowed their heads and, with their encouragement, wrote their daydreams about life, about themselves, and about the future ten years later.

Everyone hanging in mid-air is also seriously writing their expectations for ten years later.

"I'm finished." Ling raised his hand. "Who else is finished, let me see the light."

The stars lit up one by one.

Pei Tingsong asked, "Can you make origami airplanes?"

The audience unanimously said, "Yes !!!"

"Okay. Then let's make an origami plane together, and then we call 3, 21, will you fly the paper plane with your daydream on the stage?"

After the agreement was made, they began to fold the plane. Fang Juexia also lowered his head and folded his blue paper sheet seriously. He only wrote one line about the future.

[Still kaleido, still love Pei listen to song. ]

What he did not know is that on another cloud, the lover of the heart made an unconscious conscious decision, and the scribbled English handwriting wrote a sincere future.

[ForeverK, foreverfjx.]

The hanging clouds moved towards the stage a little bit and landed. The six of them returned to the stage, and He Ziyan picked up the microphone, "Hold the paper plane in your hands and let us see!"

The lights of the stage spread to the audience, and Fang Juexia looked from afar, holding hands high and holding their dreams.

"Very good." Jiang Miao also raised his hand and showed off his work. "Then we are ready to start the countdown. Prepare—"

"three--"

"two--"

"One!"

In the last second, Fang Juexia saw a paper plane flying towards them, penetrating a beam of light constructed by dust, carrying a daydream, as if drawing a dream arc in the night.

Their dream is the stage.

Everyone's dreams flew to their stage.

"It looks good." Seeing this scene, Ling Yi couldn't help tearing away.

"Hey why are you crying again." Lu Yuan laughed.

"I just want to cry." He squatted down and picked up a bunch of paper planes. "We have so many daydreams, we are so rich."

"This sentence is very good." Pei Tingsong praised him for the first time.

"Just say I can learn philosophy!"

Jiang Miao smiled, "Thank you for writing down your expectations for the future, and I hope you will always remember yourself on the paper."

"We have a small event at the end." He Ziyan couldn't help but say, "We really did a lot of things for girls."

"Hahahahaha!"

The staff sent them six kaleidoscope response lights as the audience.

"In fact, this was specially designed by us, and it has a small program built in." Jiang Miao pointed to a small raised button on the kaleidoscope body and explained, "Did you see this switch? It's useless to press alone . "

Fang Juexia nodded, "There are a total of 15,000 spectators here. Counting a few of us, it is 15,506 kaleidoscopes. If we press it together, something very special will happen."

"So now it's certain that no one ran halfway." Pei Tingsong said with a smile, "see the kind of kaleidoscope without a master, please help and click."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are you ready?"

A countdown appears on the big screen, and everyone on the stage shouts together until it returns to zero.

"press!"

Suddenly a huge kaleidoscope projection appeared in the sky, and the magnificent colors woven into a dreamy form in the night sky. It was very gorgeous, like thousands of overlapping flowers, and like butterfly wings interlaced.

"it's beautiful."

Everyone looked up at this beautiful kaleidoscope and marveled at the beauty.

Fang Juexia said, "Remember, each of you is very important."

He repeated again, "Tell yourself that you are important."

Under the magnificent kaleidoscope, everything is over.

"Finally, I would like to thank everyone for coming to our concert," He Ziyan looked soft. "Actually, we are very nervous and prepared a lot. I hope you are not disappointed."

"No!!"

"That's good," Ling twitched and wiped away her tears. "How come it's over so soon."

Yes. Fang Juexia looked at this kaleidoscope dream.

So fast, it's over.

"Don't forget the theme of our tour, EGO." Pei Tingsong said with a smile, "Ego represents self, maybe this is not something that each of us depends on, but it is the core of our difference from other people, perhaps Now that you have found it, you already understand its existence, maybe not yet, but it does not matter, because you will find it one day. "

"When you meet your own self, please protect it, because this is to protect the purest and most authentic you."

"So—" He walked to Fang Juexia's side and stood in a row with the other teammates, six people side by side, "Don't say goodbye when we are over, we will solemnly introduce ourselves to each other.

Fang Juexia nodded, "This is a self-introduction ten years later."

Lu Yuan said with a smile: "I hope to meet again in ten years, we can say the same thing to each other."

A line of words appeared on the big screen, and Jiang Miao pointed, "Come first for you this time, will you?"

Tens of thousands of fans, under their countdown, compared with the words on the screen for the last time to cry out in unison, not to say goodbye, but to introduce themselves. Their voice is the waves of summer night in June, with shocking vitality and surging vitality.

It's love, it's a dream, it's passion that never wears off.

"Hello, we are Domino! We are us!"

Six big boys stood in front of them, "Three, two, one ..."

They all made the K gesture, smiling with sweaty faces, and shining under the lights.

Like the first time, like every time.

"Hello everyone, we are Kaleido!"

The author has something to say: when the text is over, there will be some exceptions, and it will change day after day without accident.

When I finished writing the last scene, I was quite touched. I felt that I was a little better, because if it was the summer I started writing in 2018, then I should not have enough feelings and emotions to write Fang Jue Xiahe Pei Tingsong can't write a complete story of Caledo and the so-called "business paradox", but now I can barely do it, so I want to thank all the experiences. It would be great if these people and stories moved you at a certain moment. This is the most satisfying thing for me.

I have the habit of writing postscripts, but I still have to wait until the end of the writing and then write a complete postscript. It is not over yet.

It really makes sense to end the text on 5.4, because the things expressed in the last two chapters are very consistent with this day. I wish you all a happy May Fourth Youth Day and become better people together.

See you outside.