"Ling Hu!"
"Ling Hu, I will always support you!"
"No matter what you do, we won't leave you!"
Ling Hu paused, letting his thoughts drift away from his brief memories.
He still remembers those fans saying this to him every time they met.
But Ling Hu is no longer the naive boy he used to be. He knows very well that no matter how nice the fans say later, half of the acquaintances will be gone at the next meeting.
Ling Hu's smile blossomed in the shadows, and he suddenly felt relieved.
Yes, no matter how much he lives according to the wishes of his fans, they will still leave for various reasons.
Maybe he is old, maybe they are too busy, or maybe it has simply lost its novelty.
If he insists on cultivating his fans, he will eventually become like those idols, who will quickly become out of fashion after enjoying the glory of being a top star.
The lights on the newly rebuilt stage finally came on. It was a very simple stage.
There was only Ling Hu holding a guitar and the big screen behind him.
Everyone stared at him, wanting to know what kind of song this man who had just become a new billionaire male star would bring them.
Luo Chen was very nervous at this moment, even more nervous than when he was performing on stage.
He stared at the big screen, looked at Ling Hu, and then prayed for him silently in his heart.
If possible, Luo Chen hopes to lend all his luck to Ling Hu so that he can have a perfect stage.
After all, Luo Chen knew very well that with the current attention he and Ling Hu received, if Ling Hu's performance tonight was not good, the online public opinion would definitely not let him go.
At this time, Yue Shao and the other three in the backstage were also staring at the stage nervously.
"Brother Hu looks a little nervous," Lin Xuan'er observed carefully. When she found that Ling Hu's hands holding the guitar were shaking unconsciously, Lin Xuan'er suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"Really?" Wang Xingrui glanced over and quickly noticed how unnatural Ling Hu's expression was. "It's because we haven't performed enough. Brother Yang is right. If we want to maintain a good performance, we have to sing more."
"Is that why Brother Yang told Xiao Xiaosu and I not to waste time singing?" Tang Yue whispered, "If I hadn't gone to Coachella and had come to sing tonight, I would definitely be very nervous too."
"Brother Hu, I believe him," Su Yin said seriously, "Brother Hu is a very serious person. He has been training hard these days, so there will be no problem."
Like millions of viewers in front of the TV, they all closed their eyes when the prelude sounded, allowing Ling Hu's deep voice to take them into a whole new world.
I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword
Look at the prosperity of the world
Young hearts are always a little frivolous
Now you are at home everywhere]
Ling Hu, who was a little exhausted from the endless rehearsals, sang this song with a unique depth.
When his singing came out, every listener was moved by the memorable lyrics.
Ling Hu seemed not to be singing, but asking them questions.
But when they faced this problem, they could not think of a satisfactory answer.
Several men who were drinking suddenly fell silent. They subconsciously lowered their heads to look at their gradually bulging beer bellies.
Those ideals and lofty words seem to have been forgotten by them.
"Damn!" Someone suddenly became emo that night. He clenched his fists in annoyance and smashed them on the table.
"I used to really want to travel around the world!" There are also men with families and careers who, when they heard this song, buried their past ideals in a joking manner.
The woman smiled and said, "Everyone has dreams when they're young! Now, I just hope our children can grow up quickly!"
Ling Hu was still very nervous. He didn't even dare to look at the audience's reactions. He simply closed his eyes and immersed himself in his singing.
He himself didn't even realize that his singing was so moving in this state:
[Now you are at home everywhere
The girl who once made you feel distressed
Now it has disappeared without a trace
Love always makes you long for it and feel troubled
I once left you covered in wounds.
"Oh!" In the audience, the beautiful woman who was dressed very upper-class suddenly sighed.
The little wolfdog sitting next to her was not in much better condition. He lowered his head with red eyes, like a pitiful little wild beast.
The woman thought of her first love. Although the man was now pregnant, in her memory, he seemed to always have the same handsome and lively face as before.
The girl who embarrassed the boy was his ex-girlfriend.
"Young man," the beautiful woman had regained her composure and jokingly asked, "Are you missing your girlfriend?"
"Yeah." The boy nodded and laughed at himself: "Ex-girlfriend. This time last year, I was traveling with her!"
"That's great," the beautiful woman said enviously. "You can still be sad about love. It's great to be young. At my age, love is like a passing cloud, coming and going. It's better to live your own life well."
The boy was stunned for a moment, scratching his head in confusion: "I, I may be more naive."
Ling Hu's completely self-absorbed singing, coupled with his somewhat lonely back, makes people feel even more emotional when listening to this song.
They were completely immersed in the lyrics, thinking about their past, their youth, and their younger selves.
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