"Ker."

"Ker."

"Ker."

In the Hung Hom Stadium, the lights were bright and people were surging. Fans waved their glow sticks and kept shouting Ke'er's name.

Backstage, Song Wen lets the makeup artist smear on his face like a puppet.

The baby who had already put on makeup was watching from the side, whispering from time to time, pointing at him, laughing loudly.

Dan Tai Minglan didn't know if he had nothing to do or what, but he even came to watch the fun. At this time, he saw him being touched by a makeup artist and laughed heartlessly. Song Wen was speechless and thought to himself that this girl didn't dig a good tomb, so why did she come here for? Oh, it's official, so it can't be said to be digging a tomb, but to talk about archaeology.

At 7 o'clock, the stage that was originally full of lights in the Hung Hom Stadium dimmed, and then countless lights from the audience shone into the air, intertwined into an image. After a closer look, it was Keer.

In the image, Keer is holding her chin with her hands, holding a pen under her nose, looking ahead, looking cute. There is also a voiceover on the side: Doing homework every day makes people almost stupid, and it would be great if she could go out to play.

"Wow, Keer is so cute!"

"Everyone wants to kiss her."

"Ker, we love you."...

Seeing Keer's cute image, the fans immediately became turbulent.

Keer in the image seemed to be unable to withstand the harassment of the sleepy creatures, and kept nodding, and finally fell asleep on the table.

The light shot into the air stopped. Then the lights on the stage lights rose slowly from the middle of the stage in a snow-white dress and sang the theme song of the Dream Girl concert "Dream Girl", "I am a Dream Girl, Dream Girl, the flowers are as colorful as brocade in the dream, and the white clouds are everywhere; the sun is bright in the dream, and the roads are everywhere; I am unrestrained in the dream..."

The clear and childish voice resounded throughout the gymnasium. The fans raised their glow sticks and waved them together, singing together.

After singing the dream girl, Keer touched her stomach and said distressedly: "I'm so hungry!"

At this time, a corner of the stage lit up, and Song Wen, who was hidden in the dark, appeared. He stood by the grill, grilling things while shouting: "It's sold barbecue, barbecue, grilled fish, grilled eggplant, grilled chicken wings, and grilled chicken butts. You have whatever you want, no matter what you want, no matter what you are swimming in the water flying in the sky and running on the ground, you must not miss it. "

Have a barbecue?

Ke'er ran over happily. When she heard Song Wen's hawking, she snorted unconsciously and said, "Uncle, you really know how to brag."

When Song Wen heard this, he glared and said, "What uncle, I want to call me a barbecue brother. I am only eighteen years old this year. Do you know, little brat?"

"Eighteen years old? You can't tell at all. You look so old, uncle."

Song Wen staggered and almost fell down when he heard this. The fans burst into laughter.

This is the result that Song Wen wanted. He thought that a concert should not just sing hard, nor should it just have a little fan interaction, but should be a feast for audio-visual sharing. It not only gives people visual and auditory enjoyment, but also makes people laugh and reminisce after watching the concert, making people feel that the tickets for this concert are worth the price.

"If you want to buy a barbecue, buy it. Don't buy it away. Don't whine here." Song Wen said angrily.

"Uncle, you're so fierce, not friendly at all."

"I'm very friendly, little sister." Song Wen said with a grin and smiled. He couldn't tell any friendly expressions no matter how he looked.

"It's really like a big bad wolf." Ke'er muttered. Seeing this, the fans laughed.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Ke'er said quickly: "Uncle, let me skewer the mosquitoes."

"Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon." Song Wen said, and was about to bake something. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong and asked again: "What did you think you want to bake?"

"Baked mosquitoes!" Ke'er blinked and said naively: "Uncle, don't you say that you have everything you want to swim in the water that fly in the sky and walk in the ground?"

"Yes...yes, but can these mosquitoes be eaten?" Song Wen said with struggle.

"Why can't it be said, 'No matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, why can't you eat meat if you have meat?" Ke'er looked at Song Wen and said strangely.

"That's a metaphor, do you understand it?" Song Wen was about to go crazy.

"Oh, then can you roast mosquitoes?"

"No." Song Wen replied powerlessly.

"I'll say that I can grill anything, brag. Then bake a bunch of toads for me."

"Legot... toad?"

"Um."

"Are you intentionally making trouble? You can think of it, why don't you say you're baking a plane!" Song Wen said angrily.

"Can the plane be baked?" Keer asked with his eyes blinking.

Song Wen was speechless. He felt that he was old very fast when talking to the little kid. He quickly waved his hand to drive him away, "Let's go, if you don't buy anything, leave, don't make trouble here."

"Who doesn't buy anything anymore, I want a skewer of meat."

"Should you wait."

After a while, the skewers were grilled. Keer saw the skewers that were a little black, and said with a frown: "Uncle, your skewers are too dark. I don't want them. Please change your duck heart."

Song Wen looked at it and it was a little dark, so he roasted her another duck heart. The duck heart was roasted, and Keer said again: "It's really not good-looking, uncle, roast me chicken wings."

"Grill me some eggplant."

“Grilled fish for me.”…

After baking several things, Keer finally felt good and left with them.

"Hey, little sister, you haven't paid yet?" Song Wen was stunned and shouted quickly.

"What money?" Ke'er asked naively.

"It's money for baking things!"

"I didn't eat it."

"Then what's the chicken leg on your hand?"

"I traded this for mutton skewers."

"You didn't pay for the lamb skewers."

“The lamb skewers were exchanged for grilled tofu.”

“There is no money to bake tofu.”

“Baked tofu is replaced with roasted beans.”

......

"I exchanged the roast duck heart for the barbecue."

"But you didn't pay for barbecue! Little sister." Song Wen said weakly.

Ke'er thought about it and seemed like this, and asked, "How much does the barbecue cost?"

"Two pieces."

"Oh." So Ke'er took out two dollars from her pocket and handed it to Song Wen, and then jumped away while eating the roasted chicken legs. The fans were

Song Wen held two coins and looked at the pile of barbecue on the table, feeling in tears. Seeing Ke'er leaving, he hurriedly shouted, "Stop for me."

"What are you doing?" Ke'er asked curiously.

"Have you paid for those things yet?" Song Wen said, pointing to the pile of barbecues on the table.

"I didn't eat those things, so what money do I give?"

“But those are what you ordered.”

"But I didn't eat it." Ke'er said aggrievedly.

Unable to explain to this little kid, Song Wen said irritably: "If you don't pay, stay here to clean the plates for me." As he said that, he was about to come forward to catch Keer.

Ke'er said in panic: "What are you going to do? I know martial arts. I'm a female hero."

"Female hero, I think it's almost the same as a female shrimp."

Seeing this unscrupulous vulgar uncle trying to catch him, Ke'er shouted loudly, and a white smoke suddenly appeared on the stage to cover Ke'er.

In a moment, the smoke dissipated, revealing Ke'er, who was wearing a sword on his waist and wearing a knight's clothes, then sang the song "I am a female hero". Song Wen also added in and interacted with Ke'er, danced ghost dance steps, and made robot movements from time to time, causing screams from the stage to come.

"The knight walks with a gust of wind, and walks on the eaves and walls in the rain. A sword is in his hand, and the world is full of heroism. If a bandit dares to show up, he will definitely remember the pain.

Walking in the world, spring, summer, autumn and winter, I want to be this hero, a secret book in my hand, sinking my energy into the Dantian horse stance, squatting without distractions, and my mind is free of thoughts and spirit, and my meridians and roads are smooth

The sword is swinging as fast as the wind and learning all kinds of martial arts. Traveling thousands of miles to show their grudges, and everyone is the one who has won the title of the little girl.

I am a female hero, a happy female hero; I am a female hero, a powerful female hero, I am a female hero, a beautiful female hero, I am a female hero, the female hero you don’t know..."

After a song, the stage darkened again. Countless rays of light shot out from the stage intertwined and imaged in the sky. Ke'er in the image was lying on the table, not knowing what she dreamed of, and drank in her mouth and muttered to herself: "It smells so good! Hehe, I am a female hero, I am a beautiful female hero. I would be great if I could go out to play."

In an instant, the light disappeared. The dark stage lighted up again, and Keer, who was already ready, began to sing songs. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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