Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai sat up sleepily, their heads quickly apart, and they subconsciously ignored the fact that they had just slept soundly together.
By the time Jiang Xinhai came to his senses, he had missed the best opportunity to question Chen Ya about this matter and see his reaction.
"There are still five hours until the concert starts," Chen Ya checked his watch, "We..."
"Going shopping?"
Jiang Xinhai heard that the duty-free shops in Xiangdu are great and you can hardly buy fake goods there.
"Of course not. We have to go check on Luo Ling," Chen Ya said. "We don't know what his mentality is. We have to cheer him up."
"oh."
Jiang Xinhai was a little disappointed.
They took a taxi all the way to the hotel to put their luggage, and then called Luo Ling. The three of them agreed to meet at Luo Ling's hotel.
Compared to the last time they met, Luo Ling was dressed a little better. Although he was still wearing the same baseball cap and T-shirt, he looked a lot fresher.
He just looks a little tired.
"This drive will take four hours in total. Don't be nervous and stay calm," Chen Ya said. "Try to talk less and take care of your voice."
Daolang nodded continuously, turned back to the table, took out a program list, and handed it to Chen Ya:
"30 in total."
The first song on the playlist is the most popular song recently, "Punishment for Impulse", followed by well-known songs such as "Love Song of the West Sea" and "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing".
"The First Snow of 2012" was placed as the finale.
This is the first time this song has been released. The album of the same name will be released after the concert. With the support of the concert and the good quality of the song itself, this album will definitely sell well.
As long as the concert is successful, coupled with the album sales, Chen Ya’s funds will be recovered, and he will not have to worry about not being able to produce "Meeting".
"Don't be nervous," Chen Ya looked at Luo Ling, "This is your first concert. You'll have many more in the future. Don't be afraid, just keep moving forward."
Luo Ling nodded.
At this moment, Luo Ling's cell phone rang.
He answered the phone: "Hello, Mom? What's wrong? Didn't I tell you not to call me these two days..."
A voice with a thick dialect came from inside: "Lingwa, your old man was beaten up, his head is broken, and blood is flowing..."
Luo Ling stood up suddenly. "Who hit you? Where? Did you call the police?"
"I was sitting at home eating when someone threw a brick at my house. The brick broke the window and hit your head."
Luo Ling lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you throwing bricks at my house?"
"Lingwa," Luo Ling's mother's somewhat tired voice came from the other side, "Mom didn't want to tell you, but this past month, bricks have been thrown at our house every few days. They're all fans of some superstar, saying you're insulting music..."
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