Chapter 393 Funeral Mission!

  Ignoring the incompetent rage of a group of sand sculpture fans in the comment area, he edited a post and thanked the college students for voting for "The Enlightenment", and after expressing his desire to take the first place, Li Shixin got up.

  Prepared for more than a week of concert, ushered in the final stage.

  The publicity of the concert has been launched, and the time is set at six o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow.

Today is the last acceptance rehearsal-a lot of things are waiting. Li Shixin doesn't have much leisure time to talk to a group of young people who are stubbornly straight, dislike their own routines, and are extremely honest and honest to vote for "The Encouragement". Funny.

  After washing, and picking up An Xiaoxiao, who had returned to the salty fish state again these days, simply ate breakfast, and the master and apprentice rushed to the city gymnasium in a taxi.

  In the car.

   Taking advantage of the constant chatter of the driver's brother, Li Shixin took out his mobile phone.

  Posted in the morning, more than 7,000 comments have been accumulated in more than an hour. After automatically filtering out non-university eating melon fans, he glanced at the comment area.

  Although I did not see the desired ending of being Li Shixin's routine, the fans were not really disappointed. It was only after some sand sculptures that Li Shixin was relieved to take care of the concert for the day after tomorrow.

  As for the request to vote for the "Missed Master", after a wave of "next time", the netizens showed his passion when he participated in the "Practice".

  Under the news, many fans have gathered spontaneously and released a temporary voting group. More than a dozen fan groups based on the campus have been established.

  Seeing this posture, Li Shixin was relieved.

  Although this group of cute little people have some human confusing behaviors from time to time, they are quite useful at critical moments.

  My own works one after another have come down, and the little leeks have already possessed considerable cohesion and loyalty.

  Sure enough, free is the most expensive.

  In the white prostitution again and again, these little sand sculptures have fallen into the big net carefully constructed by the letter master...and have contributed their hearts.

  ()

  Old man, great!

   secretly gave himself a thumbs up, Li Shixin turned off the phone.

  ……

The scene in the    City Gymnasium has been completed. This time the Jing’an Cemetery was named, and the largest offline brand promotion performance since the establishment of the company was carried out, but it lost money.

  Only the cost of the venue and finding a professional team to build the stage and the scene, Jiang Wenhai spent a small two million.

  In the announcement, the planning department of the cemetery was inspired by Li Shixin during this period of time, and carried out a wave of accurate advertising.

  In other words, 1,000 live tickets were issued to critically ill patients in the top three hospitals and tumor hospitals in the city. Considering that the commercial performance is Li Shixin’s personal performance, another 500 tickets were given to the Shixin fan group.

  In other words, for the entire concert revenue, Jing'an Cemetery did not intend to make a penny, and there was plenty of money everywhere.

  When Li Shixin arrived at the scene, a large group of old fans had already been waiting at the stadium.

  The news of holding a concert has already spread among Li Shixin’s fan base. Now it’s the day of the event. The fans who hadn't come to Chengdu for various reasons before have also arrived.

  Just in time for the Ching Ming Festival holiday to catch up with Saturday and Sunday, a group of teenagers in the fan group also arrived in Rongzhou with the grandparents in the fan group.

  "Ah! Boshi, Yiyi, Sansan!"

  Into the stadium, the sharp-eyed An Xiaoxi saw four little loli in a pile of people with lollipops and three little loli around a group of grandparents who were making soy sauce.

   "Little Sister!"

  Hearing An Xiaoxiao’s call, the three little girls ran over and jogged together.

  Seeing the three teenagers, An Xiaoxiao, who hadn't played with his peers for a long time, was so excited.

  ヾ(^ω^): "Poem, Yiyi, Sansan... I want to kill you!"

  (〃^ω^)(〃^ω^)(〃^ω^): "We miss you so much too, Miss! Miss sister is beautiful again!"

  (Ω): "Well, I found this too. But why do you guys get so much fat?"

  噗!

  A little upright is like a sharp sword, inserted into the heart of the three little ones.

  (-Ω-)-ω-)-ω-)

After a moment of silence, Chen Boshi chewed the lollipop in his mouth with a bang, and sighed quietly: "I'm going to take the entrance examination soon and I am busy studying. My dad is forced to eat all kinds of delicious food every day, big fish. If you don’t get fat, you will have a ghost."

  噗!

  Chen Boshi is as real as a crossbow, sending a thousand arrows to An Xiaoxiao.

  Looking at the few bear kids who hurt each other as soon as they met, Li Shixin smiled and walked towards his group of old fans.

   After greeted old fans such as Yan and Liu Shumei one by one, among the crowd, Li Shixin unexpectedly saw a young face.

  No one else, it was Zhang Quandan who was pitted to the dump by the wandering master when he was experiencing wandering life at the Li Shixin dump.

   Seeing Zhang Quandan who was grinning silly at him, Li Shixin said: "Xiao Zhang? Why are you here too? Are you still in Rongdian now?"

   "Yeah!" Zhang Quandan nodded, and happily said, "I have been living in that old car in the dump."

  At the time when the boy was serialized in "Yan Baoxia", he participated in volunteers to help the old man Wang Yuming find his wife. Li Shixin had contacted him by video and thought he had moved out of the garbage dump.

  When he heard that this guy was still holding on to that broken place, Li Shixin said unexpectedly: "Erchun is still there too?"

"Yeah! The two of us have been together, and he wanted to come over. But the new book was oversubscribed, and readers urged every day to update. During this period of time, I was too busy to come. Lord Xin, I did not come here on my own behalf. It’s the little friend at station B who heard that you are going to hold a concert and entrusted me as a representative to come and support!"

  Understanding this, Li Shixin laughed, "Okay. I will arrange a good position closest to the stage for you at that time, and say hello to the netizens for me."

   patted Zhang Quandan on the shoulder, and Li Shixin walked to a group of dead fans who had changed their costumes and were waiting for rehearsal.

  In order to make a group of death fans look more energetic, Li Shixin specially asked Zhang Ying to design red shirts with white bottoms for the old fans. As the saying goes, people rely on clothing, this is true. The pretending death fans seem to be more energetic than before.

  However, compared with the old fans of the fan group who came to the concert, today's death fans seem to be somewhat silent.

   keenly noticed that the old people’s emotions were wrong, Li Shixin raised his brows: "Yeah, what's the matter? How is it like the eggplant let Shuang beat?"

  Faced with Li Shixin’s question, the death fans laughed.

  In silence, Shi Agui in the crowd sighed.

"Shixin, brother Xu Guoqiang, brother Zhu Shichang. Sun Huimin, sister Liu Wenhua... left last night. The chorus part was missing... four. I was talking yesterday morning, after the concert is over, the big guy... Together... Well, it's only two days away, so why don't you keep up?"

  He can't continue.

  Looking at the sorrow on everyone's faces, Li Shixin slightly lowered his eyelids.

  There has been no reduction in the number of death fans these days. He still thinks that a group of severely ill patients have something to do, and maybe their condition will get better, maybe there will be a little miracle.

   But I don’t want a choir with more than forty people, and it loses one-tenth of it all at once.

   Then looked at Zhang Quandan on the side, saw the camera in his hand, and beckoned.

   "Fall egg, come on. Today's last rehearsal, take a picture of us."

  Speaking, Li Shixin stood in the middle of a group of death fans and greeted everyone in a pose.

   Click!

  With the sound of a shutter, the complex expressions of a group of death fans were frozen in the camera.

   Seeing Zhang Quandan's gesture of OK to himself, Li Shixin chuckled and turned to look at the fans.

   "Well, before the concert, no one can leave anymore! Now these people, at the concert, none of them can be less!"

"um hum!"

   Li Shixin’s smile made the hearts of a group of death fans warm.

  　PS: Thank you, the leader of Feng Ge, who has been diving and never bubbling for a reward. Is it okay to bubbling?

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)