He Lige closed his eyes and enjoyed the baptism of this heavenly melody, and his whole soul seemed to be sublimated like never before at this moment.
Just now when I met Yan Lingxue at the door, I had a small quarrel and my mood exploded.
However, after listening to this beautiful and soul-stirring melody at this moment, all troubles were forgotten, and even for a second, I didn't even know my last name.
Every musical note is like a naughty elf, bouncing back and forth around his ears, not only a spiritual baptism, but also a feast for the ears.
The usually arrogant and unrestrained man was quietly breathing deeply like a little sheep at this moment.
Until the melody slowly fell with the climax, the man's expression was also relieved
Three hours later.
At the end of the concert, White Mask stood up from the stool, bowed to the audience, and there was loud applause.
She walked off the stage amid warm applause and disappeared from everyone's sight.
He Lige wanted to go up to ask for contact information, so he quickly stood up, greeted Ling Xueying, and ran up quickly.
He can't let go of this opportunity. If he lets go, he doesn't know when he will have to wait for the next time.
The master of the white mask is notoriously elusive. He has always been a dragon without a trace.
Moreover, she is not in the entertainment circle, and no paparazzi can follow her, and few people have her contact information.
It is probably more difficult to get her contact information.
He Lige came to the backstage, asked all kinds of questions, and finally came to the back door of the opera house under the guidance of the staff.
At this time, the white mask had already gone, and the only people who could see it were a group of passers-by and a few staff members.
Sure enough, I still missed this opportunity.
"Hey! It's a pity why he left!"
The man sighed deeply, his eyes full of disappointment.
The next time I want to see Master White Mask, I guess I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.
Just as he was sighing, he saw a ragged little boy holding a bowl pitifully and begging from the staff.
"Uncles, can I give some money? I'm so hungry"
The little doll looks like five or six years old, with big round eyes and small palms.
He came across the road, looking very pitiful.
After seeing him, the staff seemed to see some plague god, instead of giving him money, they even kicked him away.
"Get out! Damn little beggar, come here all day to ask for money, I see you four or five times a month, don't you think you didn't hit enough last time?"
"It's this little bastard again! Old Wang, let's go up and give him two slaps. This kind of bastard really doesn't cry when he sees the coffin. Our place is an opera hall, not a charity organization."
"Just last month, Ms. Ling Xueying held a concert in this opera house. When she came out, she was bumped into by this little beggar. Ling Xueying gave him a few hundred dollars. He still wants to take advantage of it. It's also disgusting."
"This kind of little beggar is not worthy of sympathy. It blocks the fortune of our opera house like a plague god, no! I have to find a wooden stick."
Several staff members said, and kicked the little boy with their feet. The little boy fell to the ground with a plop, and the bowl in his hand fell to the side.
One of the staff members kicked his bowl away, spat in his face, beat and cursed, with a very arrogant attitude.
At this time, a figure as fast as lightning flashed up.
Bang a punch.
One of the staff members was beaten crookedly and took a few steps back, nosebleeds sprayed out, and screamed: "Wow!"
The staff members who were bullying the little boy were all pushed away by a force. They were fearless and opened their eyes wide to see who it was.
I don't know if I don't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it.
But see, the person protecting the little boy is none other than the most popular star in the entertainment industry these days, He Lige.
"Damn it? Isn't this the male protagonist of some sci-fi movie? He's here? Are you meddling?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com