’The streets with drizzle and rheumatism

Erasp the rain and look up without reason

Looking at the lonely night light is the sad memory

I felt countless thoughts in my heart again

The past moments of laughter still hang on your face

May you know that it is my sincere voice at this moment

I like your eyes that make you laugh more charming

May I caress your cute face again

Talking in my sleep with hands and talking like yesterday

I was once very impulsive with my ideals

I have no freedom to fall in love with her for many years

May you know that it is my sincere voice at this moment

I like your eyes that make you laugh more charming

May I caress your cute face again

Talking in my sleep with hands and talking like yesterday

Every night, I walk alone and sway everywhere.

I have never known her pain in the past

I like your eyes that make you laugh more charming

May I caress your cute face again

Talking in my sleep with hands and talking like yesterday

produced    by     lupo    groinig’

Countless eyes were on the beautiful shadow on the stage. This song was completely tailor-made for her. She was like a character walking out of the song, infinitely coincided with the person fans imagined.

"Thank you everyone..." Yan Chen bowed and said.

"Yan Chen!"

"Yan Chen!"

"Yan Chen!"

"Yan Chen!"

"Black pineapple!"

"Black pineapple!"

The voices from the audience also surged.

"I believe everyone is right after listening to the black pineapple?" The host who followed the stage smiled faintly.

"yes!"

"I'm a black pineapple Yan Chen!"

"Black pineapple!"

"Haha, it seems like it will be a melody song again." The host leaned slightly to point at the wooden house that had just been built not far away. "Today is the first day, and the top 1,000 people today can get Yan Chen's signature album. Hurry up and go queue up."

As soon as the host finished speaking, a group of fans dared to go in the direction of the wooden house. The formations controlled by security on both sides avoided the incident of cutting and stampedeship.

"Come on! The first fan! Who is the first?" Yan Chen sat on the wooden chair and rubbed his hands as he looked at the hidden wooden door.

This is Yan Chen’s first album released, and she is also very excited about which lucky person can get the first album.

The empty wooden door was gently pushed open, and the "fan" slowly walked in.

However, this "fan" classmate obviously was not here to buy the album. He sat casually beside him, crossing his legs and smiling.

"What are you here?" Yan Chen said in a sweet voice.

"I am also your fan." Tang Hao took out his ears and said calmly.

"One album costs 100 yuan, pay for it." Yan Chen stretched out his hand to Tang Hao.

"Oh, do you still have the face to ask me to collect money? Do you know who wrote your songs in your heart?" Tang Hao stood up with a strange scream.

"So what can I do? Now it's my album launch conference. I'm the biggest, I have the final say." Yan Chen said naturally.

"It seems that you haven't tasted it for a long time. My Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are so powerful, and my skin is itchy, right?" Tang Hao raised his kirin arm and said.

Yan Chen begged for mercy more than once under his palm, and his round little butt was attacked by Tang Hao every time.

"I, Yan Chen, are you afraid that you will not succeed?" Although he understood his fate, Yan Chen still had no intention of showing weakness.

When the two were about to fight, a light cough at the door interrupted the two who were about to fight.

"Ahem...I..."

A girl like a porcelain doll was standing at the door. At this moment, she saw two gazes fixed on her at the same time, shyly lowered her head and circled her hands in front of her.

“I…I’m here to buy…album…”

"Come on, come on, sit here." Yan Chen quickly separated from a fake fan, smiled and pointed at the chair facing each other with a sweet smile.

Yan Chen's smile seemed to melt the shyness in the little girl's heart. She looked up and smiled, looking at her sought after Fairy Yan happily.

"I like you very much, especially the song you just sang. I feel that the woman written in the lyrics is you." The little girl said excitedly.

"I wrote that song, little sister, do you think I'm amazing?" Someone who didn't want to become a decoration was slightly shining.

The little girl met Tang Hao's eyes and immediately lowered her head and did not dare to speak. In her eyes, everyone except Yan Chen was the bad guy in her mother's mouth.

"Look at you scared me." Yan Chen pushed Tang Hao and said unhappy.

"Don't pay attention to him, my sister will sign you." Yan Chen said gently holding the little girl's soft little hand.

"Bad guy, a little bit." The little girl stuck out her tongue cutely at Tang Hao. With Yan Chen here, she was no longer afraid of Tang Hao's strangeness.

"Yes! This guy is a bad guy, and you know how to bully other people's bad guys every day." Yan Chen catered to him. If the little girl hadn't appeared, her little butt would have been beaten up again. "Little sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Han Yuxuan, Sister Yan Chen, can I hug you?" Han Yuxuan asked in a low voice with satisfaction.

"Yes." Yan Chen offered his arms very loudly.

The little guy rubbed in Yan Chen's arms intimately, and Yan Chen secretly kissed him without paying attention, and then he left with satisfaction.

Before leaving, Han Yuxuan did not forget to wave his small fist to Tang Hao beside him, as if warning him.

"Hehe, you saw it. Even the little girl likes me and doesn't like you uncle." Yan Chen smiled proudly, imitating Han Yuxuan's playful tongue to Tang Hao. "A little bit, you a wretched uncle in your twenties."

"Uncle? Are you still an aunt? I am a young man, thank you." Tang Hao quickly grabbed someone's tongue and smiled lightly.

"Bao, bah, bah, bah! It's so dirty." The pink little tongue escaped Tang Hao's arrest and said in disgust.

Han Yuxuan is an example. In the future, fans like Tang Hao no less than Yan Chen. In addition to Yan Chen's signature, Tang Hao's also on the album.

Anyone who signed 1,000 signature albums would feel annoyed if they were hand-signed, let alone Yan Chen couldn't sit still. After signing thirty consecutively, Tang Hao, who was beside him, helped him write and lay there alone to browse Weibo.

"Hey, is this your album conference or mine?" Tang Hao shook his slightly sour arms after signing the 1,000th album.

"Hehe, aren't it all the same? Yours are mine, mine is yours, why are they so clear about it?" Yan Chen smiled.

"You give me my salary card first, and then discuss yours, mine." Tang Hao stretched out his hand.

"What? I don't understand what you said." Yan Chen pretended to be stupid.

"You have been forcibly charged my salary card since graduation." Tang Hao said seriously, "I said that I should restrain my consumption and spend all my money."

"What, those things are necessary." Yan Chen defended.

"Where is your miniskirt that you only wore once?"

"It's necessary, but you don't let me wear it."

"Where are those high heels that hate the sky high?"

“It’s something to wear during the party.”

Anyway, in Yan Chen's opinion, all the clothes she bought are necessities.

———

The press conference of the day ended perfectly under two arguments.
Chapter completed!