The main job of a concert host is to announce the next program, while their secondary job is to talk nonsense, create a lively atmosphere, and waste time.
If the host doesn't waste more than half an hour of the three- or four-hour concert, then it's a failure.
Liang Liang has already wasted too much time tonight, so there's no need to use this trick anymore. Therefore, she will start singing directly.
This time, he sang "Sky".
The song "Sky" has been covered by countless people in the past, including Zhou Xiaoou, Wu Qingfeng, Liu Xijun, Power Station...
But apart from Wang Fei, it's hard to find anyone else who can sing this song with such an ethereal and graceful quality.
This only refers to the female version. Don't talk about the ethereal and graceful style when it's sung by a male singer. No matter how hard a male singer tries, his naturally low-pitched voice can't capture that feeling.
Male singers should sing with the grandeur and power of a thousand troops.
Liang Liang galloped off in that direction.
Unfortunately, the band's rehearsal time was too short, and the instruments were not good enough, which greatly affected his performance.
Nevertheless, Liang Liang left the stage amidst applause that resembled cannon fire.
It's already 10:15. If we don't get off the stage soon, we might die on stage tonight.
The grand finale was a modern erotic dance performance, led by Ming Hongling, which drew enthusiastic applause from the audience.
The performance ended, and the audience left reluctantly.
But quite a few people are still here.
Yan Tao, holding Zhao Xiaoyun's hand, found Liang Liang backstage.
"Thank you, brother! Listening to your song tonight, I feel like I've found my direction in life."
When Yan Tao shook hands with Liang Liang, he spoke his mind.
It is said that if a person's Ren and Du meridians are opened, they may attain immortality.
Yan Tao's life cycle was opened by the song "I'm Not a Bad Man," whether he can achieve immortality is still unknown, but his love life has indeed taken a turn for the better.
Whether they end up happily ever after or go their separate ways doesn't really matter to Liang Liang. His purpose isn't anything grand; as long as tonight's performance goes smoothly, everything will be fine.
Of course, he had to offer his blessings on the surface, even if it was just insincere.
Mu Shuihua's eyes were now clearly defined, with more white than black.
The reason is simple: his man is surrounded by a riot of beautiful women.
These clueless girls, didn't they see that the person in charge of this dance troupe is right here? Even if she's six months pregnant, if she says no, nobody can change her mind.
Tonight's tickets sold out to nine hundred yuan, and she has agreed in principle to add an extra performance at Huang Guicheng tomorrow.
Zhao Xiaoyun led some girls to the troupe leader to discuss the performance, while He Hongge and some girls ran to Liang Liang to ask for his autograph.
He Hongge kept her promise to touch Liang Liang. While a group of girls were surrounding Liang Liang and signing autographs, she took the opportunity to grope Liang Liang's body and have a good time touching him.
This will give her enough bragging rights to last her a month.
Although no sensitive areas were touched, Liang Liang was still at a loss for words.
This woman is clearly here to get revenge for him touching her hand. She's the kind of person who doesn't let revenge linger overnight; she takes it on the spot.
Of course, the factors involved are not just revenge; there are other ambiguous factors involved that can only be understood implicitly.
Only after receiving a promise from the dance troupe to perform an additional show in Huang Guicheng did the women happily disperse.
The concert ended at 10:30, and by the time we finished packing up all the equipment, it was already midnight.
The southern end of the mountain is only about three miles from Huang Guicheng. From there, you can climb southwest up Yuhuang Mountain to reach Huang Guicheng.
As a semi-host, Liang Liang naturally knew the way, so this time he sat in the driver's seat of the lead car to lead the way.
Huang Guicheng is located on the coast of the Yellow Sea. Strolling through the streets of Huang Guicheng Village, you can not only smell the sea breeze, but also hear the sound of the tide.
Every village, regardless of size, has a threshing ground made of loess or cement, used for harvesting crops during the autumn harvest season.
Since the coastal area is relatively wealthy, Huangguicheng Village certainly wouldn't lack such a place.
Although the venue wasn't particularly grand, it was exceptionally spacious, more than enough to accommodate the dance troupe's tent.
It was already 1 a.m. when the tent was set up, and the dance troupe members began to rest.
Although Liang Liang had said during the day that he wanted to crawl into Ming Hongling's bed, he was yawning and had no desire to play around at this moment.
I spread my luggage out on the stage in the tent, covered myself with a thin blanket, and drifted off to sleep.
Unfortunately, just as he lay down and closed his eyes, a thunderclap boomed, and Mayor Fan...
This isn't Lao Zhao's skit, and it has nothing to do with Mayor Fan.
A thunderclap followed, and then the rain poured down.
The adults in the song and dance troupe all brought their families, and each person had a small tent.
The girls had buses and didn't worry about wind or rain, but it was a miserable world for Liang Liang and those seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls to sleep in a shed.
The greenhouse is over 20 meters in diameter, with a pointed top, reaching a height of three stories. It is exposed to wind and sun year-round, so saying it doesn't leak is just a joke.
It not only leaks, but it leaks quite a bit; when it rains heavily outside, it drizzles inside.
Liang Liang yelled and jumped up, rolled up his blanket, and rushed out of the shed without thinking, knocking on the door of the bus.
He couldn't very well go into someone's tent, so the only place he could find refuge was on the bus.
For the convenience of sleeping, the seats on the bus do not have backrests. Since they usually don't walk far during the day, they don't need backrests to reduce the fatigue of the journey.
During the day, people sit on the seats, and at night, wooden boards can be pulled out from under the seats and placed in the gaps between the seats to create a bed.
The dance troupe only had six girls in total, so the bus was quite spacious.
"Oh dear! This is terrible! Coming into a woman's sleeping quarters in the middle of the night." Liang Liang bumped into someone as he walked in and was being teased.
"It's pouring rain outside. If I don't come up here, I'll get soaked to death. Just make do with this. I'm not going to do anything indecent to you."
Seeing an empty space, Liang Liang laid out his luggage and lay down on the wooden plank without any hesitation, as if he were a guest.
Just as she lay down, a flash of lightning appeared outside, and Liang Liang saw a pale face and a pair of round eyes staring at her.
This was a huge shock; he was just one centimeter away from blurting out the words "there's a ghost."
It was that one centimeter difference that allowed him to see that the person lying in the same area as him was Ming Hongling.
The other two boys also came into Liang Liang's car, but they weren't as lucky as Liang Liang. They ended up at the back of the car, where the two rascals slept on the same bed.
Outside the car, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down, filling the air with the sound of raindrops.
Inside the car, Liang Liang and Ming Hongling looked at each other in the darkness.
The dark room effect is the most stimulating to people's desires, and Liang Liang also really likes rainy nights.
In such an environment, he felt that if he didn't do something, he would be letting down society and himself.
So, he slowly slipped his hand under Ming Hongling's blanket and took her hand in his.
Ming Hongling's hand trembled slightly, and her big eyes stared intently at Liang Liang in the darkness.
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