Chapter 191 I will always love him
After being observed in the hospital for a few days and finding no problems, Lu Yinzhao went directly back to his own villa.
Yin Song and Lu Wenyan cook him different delicious meals every day at home.
Lu Yinzhao didn't want Bian Ji to keep worrying about him, so he told him to hurry up and prepare for his concert, as there wasn't much time left to prepare.
Lu Yinzhao didn't want Bian Ji to mess things up at this crucial moment.
Knowing that Lu Yinzhao's family could take care of him, Bian Ji listened to the advice and continued to communicate his ideas with the concert's stage design team. He tried his best to make his first concert the best it could be, so as not to let down the fans who had been listening to his songs silently over the years.
Lu Yinzhao lived a completely carefree life at home, with everything done for him.
He could have operated the equipment with one hand, but Yin Song and Lu Wenyan were worried that his injured arm might crack and leave a scar, so they took extremely good care of him.
Only his teacher and roommate knew that he had taken leave due to injury; his classmates just assumed he had gone somewhere to hold a photography exhibition again.
Given Lu Yinzhao's current status, no one would find it strange if he didn't attend classes.
They all felt that Lu Yinzhao deserved a bigger platform to showcase his abilities, and they all hoped that he would continue to rise to higher positions.
Although Lu Yinzhao didn't particularly like Cheng Heyan, he was still very professional. Since he had accepted the job, he had to see it through to the end.
Fortunately, it wasn't his right hand that was injured, so he can still operate the computer with one hand.
The processed photos were all sent to Cheng Heyan Studio this morning, and they gave a satisfactory reply, and even gave double the shooting fee.
Lu Yinzhao did not refuse; this was what he deserved.
He has also seen some news about Cheng Heyan while he was at home these past few days.
It is said that the young master was so angry at the airport that he was not granted the usual privileges when he wanted to use a helicopter the day before yesterday.
Cheng Heyan used to be able to cut in line at any time, but now he has to report four hours in advance if he wants to fly, and he has to wait another two hours during peak hours.
Lu Yinzhao could tell with a little thought that this was probably Bian Ji's family who had made the move.
Later, he asked Bian Ji, who said it was his brother who did it, and he didn't know how it happened.
It seems that the airport manager gave Cheng Heyan the reason that the group has been strictly controlling "special arrangements" recently, and the number of routes has been increased recently. It is necessary to give priority to business charter flights, so Cheng Heyan's priority take-off and landing rights at his private airport have to be temporarily revoked.
Anyone with eyes can see that this so-called "group" is inextricably linked to the Bian family.
Lu Yinzhao was also silently amazed. She knew her boyfriend's family was powerful, but she didn't expect them to have such influence and control over airport operations and management.
Bian Ji didn't care about the young master's affairs. He only complained on the phone: "Can't he work without a helicopter? He's just overacting. Let him experience the harshness of society."
Lu Yinzhao covered her mouth and chuckled.
During this period, he talked to Bian Ji on the phone quite often. After the stitches were removed from his wound, Lu Yinzhao returned to school to attend classes.
I haven't taken on any more photography jobs, but I've had more opportunities to go to Bian Ji's concerts.
Lu Yinzhao said he would focus on filming his stage during Bianji's concert.
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Mid-October.
Bian Ji's solo concert has finally arrived.
When tickets were first released a month ago, the platform almost crashed. Fans were scrambling to buy them, and they sold out almost instantly.
Many people who couldn't buy tickets cried and wailed online, which seemed exaggerated to passersby.
People who don't listen to music much are curious: Is Bian Ji really that popular?
At 5 p.m., the area outside the Xingbei City Sports Center was already a sea of gold, with the "Ji" character light-up sign already painted in the colors of Bian Ji's support.
It was golden, like the sunlight, and as warm as the person he loved.
At the western entrance, a 20-meter-long queue circled twice around the surrounding stalls, with girls wearing matching support hoodies standing on tiptoe to look ahead.
Do you have any more posters for "Echoes of Light"? I need one!
"Echoes of Light" was the theme of Bian Ji's first concert, intended as a way to give back to his fans.
"Me too! I want two! I want to get one for my best friend too!"
"Those of you in front, don't buy so much! Look at the children behind you, there are still so many people!"
"Please, brothers and sisters, please save one for me too! My child is practically crying because he wants it!"
"Stadium owner, how many bills do you have left?"
The stall owner shouted back, "Last fifty! Hurry up if you want them, the last batch sold out in ten minutes!"
"Only fifty tickets? Look how many people are in line here?"
"Oh dear! Why didn't you make more!"
There was a lot of chatter and noise here, so the staff immediately came over to maintain order.
For this concert, Ling Guanren had the organizers hire a lot of security personnel and volunteers. He repeatedly instructed them to ensure order at the venue and that safety was the most important thing.
At this moment, the flow of people at the security checkpoint resembled a slowly flowing galaxy, and the boy holding a banner that read "Brother Ji's concert will be a success" was squeezed against the railing.
Even in this situation, he still managed to strike up a conversation with the beautiful woman next to him: "Did you also fly in from City C?"
"Yeah! I rushed over right after finishing my exam yesterday. It took me half a month to finally get a front-row ticket!"
"Who says otherwise? I got a bunch of people to help me grab one, and that was how I barely managed to get one."
The girl waved the glow stick in her hand, "Look at this custom light sign of mine, it can be spelled out as a small sun logo, it will definitely be super eye-catching when it lights up!"
"That's really cool! I wish I had prepared like that too!"
Nearly another hour passed.
Two-thirds of the seats in the stadium were already occupied, and fans were busy adjusting their light sticks and exchanging photocards on the dark red bleachers.
Everyone's face was filled with excitement and joy.
After all, this was Bian Ji's first concert, so it must have a very special meaning. They felt that those who came to this concert to listen to the songs would have an indelible memory.
The two girls in the front row were gesturing towards the stage.
"Look at that circular screen on the main stage, they just showed a clip from Brother Ji's music video! There are actually blue LEDs hidden under the transparent extended platform, when he walks on it later it will definitely feel like he's walking on stars!"
Wow! How romantic! This stage is so beautiful!
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6:30.
Suddenly, the intro to "Hear the Fragrance of Flowers" started playing throughout the venue, and the fans reflexively stood up and sang along.
This is a song from Bian Ji's first EP released on a music platform, marking his first step into the industry.
Anyone who has been a long-time fan of "Ji" and followed him all the way through will know this song.
"The wind blows the blooming season to the sea of people, and you come with light..."
"The fragrance of flowers washes away all waiting... Your eyes, filled with sunshine, fall into the sea of my heart..."
The singing, mixed with tiny screams, floated in the air above the venue, while the circular screen switched to a countdown display.
The red numbers started jumping from "10", and the light boards in the stands gradually lit up into a golden sea.
Even the audience in the last few rows stood on tiptoe, raising their hands above their heads and waving their light sticks.
"It's about to start! Bian Ji is about to come out!"
"Ahhhhh! I'm so excited!"
"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cry! Waaaaah! Brother Ji!"
The countdown has ended.
The lights suddenly went out, and screams exploded like ignited explosives, causing the top of the stadium to tremble slightly.
Suddenly, the violin decorations on both sides of the stage lit up with red light, and the circular screen turned dark black, with only a faint light in the center.
As the lifting platform slowly rose, Bian Ji, wearing a silver sequined jacket, stood in the center, her feet on the transparent extension platform.
Another scream erupted from the audience.
Lu Yinzhao sat in the VIP audience seat, his heart pounding with excitement along with the cheers from the entire audience.
Seeing Bian Ji under the spotlight, he felt that the other person was born to belong here.
His idol, whom he had nurtured, was finally standing on the concert stage he had always longed for. Lu Yinzhao was overwhelmed with emotion, and for a moment, his eyes welled up with tears.
People are often moved when faced with visually stunning beauty, especially for Lu Yinzhao, who is now a professional photographer who captures beauty.
Beautiful things will always stimulate all his senses.
Immediately afterwards, the drumbeats of the first song, "Embrace Summer," began.
The circular screen emitted a red flame effect, and the blue LEDs on the extended platform flashed in rhythm.
Bian Ji walked to the end of the extended platform with the microphone in hand. When she opened her arms, the sequins on her jacket looked like a handful of diamonds scattered under the spotlight.
Lu Yinzhao raised his camera and started snapping away.
It's hard not to love such a dazzling stage.
Bian Ji didn't say much. After singing several songs, he said sincerely and slowly, "Thank you for your support all the way. Thank you... for coming to my concert. I will write songs more carefully in the future, and soon my new songs will be available to everyone again."
Lu Yinzhao stared at the person speaking on the stage, his lips never leaving his face.
Bian Ji must be feeling both nervous and excited today. When Lu Yinzhao saw Bian Ji speaking, his expression was full of gentleness, completely different from his usual cold demeanor.
Perhaps it's because the audience consists of his fans, or more like friends who have been with him all along.
When faced with a sincere audience, Bian Ji always reciprocates with the same sincerity.
Bian Ji prepared a total of thirty songs for this concert.
The last song was, to everyone's surprise, "The Sun's Gear," which he had sung on "The Voice of China."
"The morning mist drifts over the rust on the tracks, and I count the distance between the sleepers..."
“Every tooth mark is etched with a secret, the trajectory of a heartbeat when chasing the light.”
Lu Yinzhao knew that this was Bian Ji's rewriting of the English version of the song "Solar Grin".
At the time, audiences commented that Bian Ji was singing this song to the white moonlight that he had fallen for.
Lu Yinzhao was present that time.
This time, he's still here.
"The tacit understanding as the gears begin to turn is like stars falling into the tide..."
"I dare not speak too directly, for fear of disturbing...this special ray of dawn."
Lu Yinzhao discovered that Bian Ji seemed to really like this song, and he would sing it every time he was on a large stage.
"The truest definition of being moved is standing side by side... watching the sunset."
After the last sentence was finished, Bian Ji put down the microphone and remained silent for a moment.
He tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and faced a certain direction from the audience.
She said slowly and affectionately, "This song is dedicated to the person I love most, and I also thank him for his companionship along the way."
"I will always love him."
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Author's Note: Zhao Zhao: No, you're serious! [Please!] (Startled, then utterly smitten)
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