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Carry the Ruyi Fan with you Chapter 437 Dream Girl Concert

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    "Ke'er."

    "Ke'er."

    "Ke'er."

    In the Hung Hom Stadium, the lights were bright and the crowd was surging. Fans were waving light sticks and shouting Kerr's name.

    Backstage, Song Wen was like a puppet, letting the makeup artist smear messily on his face.

    Bao Bao and others who had finished putting on makeup were watching, whispering to each other from time to time, pointing at him, and laughing.

    Tantai Minglan didn¡¯t know whether she had nothing to do or something, but she came to watch the fun. When she saw him being touched here and there by the makeup artist, she laughed heartlessly.  Song Wen was speechless when he heard this, and thought to himself that if this woman didn't dig a good grave, why would she come here?  Oh, it¡¯s official. It can¡¯t be said to be digging tombs, but archeology.

    As soon as seven o'clock arrived, the originally brightly lit stage in the Hung Hom Stadium dimmed, and then I saw countless rays of light from the audience shooting into the air, intertwining into an image. If I looked carefully, it was Ke'er.

    In the image, Kerr is holding her chin in her hand, holding a pen under her nose, looking forward, looking cute.  There is also a voiceover on the side: I do my homework every day, which makes people stupid. It would be great if I could go out and play.

    "Wow, Ke'er is so cute!"

    "I really want to kiss her."

    ¡°Ke¡¯er, we love you.¡±¡­

    Seeing Keer¡¯s cute image, fans immediately became commotion.

    In the image, Kerr seems to be unable to bear the harassment of sleepyheads. She keeps nodding her head, and in the end she simply lies down on the table and falls asleep.

    The light shooting into the sky stopped.  Immediately after the lights on the stage came on, Kerr slowly rose from the middle of the stage in a white dress and sang the theme song of the Dream Girl concert "Dream Girl", "I am a dream girl, dream girl, in my dreams."  Flowers are blooming, and white clouds are everywhere; in the dream, the sun is shining brightly, and there are all roads; in the dream, I am unrestrained"

    The clear and childish voice filled the gymnasium.  The fans raised their light sticks and waved them in unison, singing in chorus.

    After singing "Dream Girl", Ke'er 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 darkness, appeared. He was standing next to the grill, grilling something, and shouting: "Barbecue is on sale, barbecue, grilled fish, grilled eggplant,  Grilled chicken wings, grilled chicken butts. Whatever you want is available, whether it¡¯s flying in the sky, on the ground, running in the water, or swimming in the water, you can find it all. Don¡¯t miss it when you pass by.¡±

    Is there a barbecue?

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

    Song Wen¡¯s eyes widened after hearing this.  Said: "What uncle, you want to call me Barbecue Brother. I am only eighteen years old this year, do you know, you little brat."

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

    Song Wen staggered and almost fell down.  The fans laughed.

    This is the result Song Wen wants, in his opinion.  A concert should not just be about singing hard, nor just a little fan interaction, but should be an audio-visual sharing feast.  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 it.

    "If you want to buy barbecue, buy it. If you don't want to buy it, leave. Don't be here chirping." Song Wen said angrily.

    "Uncle, you are so cruel and not friendly at all."

    "I'm very friendly, little sister." Song Wen said with a grin on his face and no friendly expression at all.

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

    "What did you say?"

    "It's nothing." Ke'er said quickly: "Uncle, grill the mosquitoes on skewers for me."

    "Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon." Song Wen said, and was about to get something to bake, but suddenly felt something was wrong, and asked again: "What did you want to bake?"

    "Grilled mosquitoes!" Ke'er said innocently, blinking his eyes: "Uncle, didn't you say that you have everything that can fly in the sky, walk on the ground, and swim in the water?"

    "Yes yes, but can mosquitoes eat it?" Song Wen struggled to say.

    "Why not? It's not like 'no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.' Why can't you eat meat?" Ke'er looked at Song Wen and said strangely.

    "That's a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor?" Song Wen was going crazy.

    ¡°Oh, can you roast mosquitoes?¡±

    "No." Song Wen replied weakly.

    "You can roast anything, bragging. Then roast a bunch of toads for me."

      "Leprous leprous toad?"

    "Um."

    "Are you deliberately causing trouble? You roasted mosquitoes and toads. If you can imagine it, why didn't you say roast the plane?" Song Wen said angrily.

    "Can the plane be grilled?" Kerr asked, blinking.

    Song Wen was speechless. Talking to this little kid, he felt that he was aging very quickly. He quickly waved his hand to drive people away, "Let's go, let's leave without buying anything. Don't make trouble here."

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

    "Wait a minute."

    After a while, the meat skewers were grilled. When Ke'er saw the meat skewers that were a little dark, she frowned and said, "Uncle, your meat skewers are too dark. I don't want them. You can use duck hearts instead."

    Song Wen looked at it and found it was a bit dark, so he roasted the duck heart again for her.  After the duck heart was roasted, Ke'er said again: "It doesn't look good. Uncle, roast some chicken wings for me."

    "Give me an eggplant."

    ¡°Grill me a fish.¡±¡­

    I baked several things, and finally found one that felt good, so I took it and left.

    "Hey, little sister, you haven't given me the money yet?" Song Wen was dumbfounded and shouted quickly.

    "What money do you want to give me?" Ke'er asked innocently.

    ¡°That¡¯s money for baking!¡±

    "I didn't eat."

    "Then what are those chicken drumsticks in your hand?"

    "I got this in exchange for mutton skewers."

    "I didn't pay for your mutton skewers either."

    ¡°The mutton skewers are replaced with grilled tofu.¡±

    ¡°I didn¡¯t even pay for the baked tofu.¡±

    "The grilled tofu is replaced with grilled beans."

    ?¡­

    "I exchanged the roast duck heart for roasted meat."

    "But you didn't pay for the barbecue! Little sister." Song Wen said with a dry mouth.

    Kerr thought for a while, and it seemed like this, then asked: "How much does the barbecue cost?"

    "Two pieces."

    "Oh." So, Ke'er took out two dollars from his pocket and handed it to Song Wen, then jumped away eating roast chicken legs.  fans again

    Song Wen held two coins and looked at the pile of barbecue on the table, feeling like crying without tears.  Seeing Ke'er about to leave, he quickly shouted: "Stop."

    "What?" Ke'er turned around and asked curiously.

    "You haven't paid for those things yet?" Song Wen said, pointing to the pile of barbecue on the table.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t eat those things, so why should I pay them?¡±

    "But those are the ones you ordered."

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

    Song Wen couldn't explain clearly to this little kid, so Song Wen said irritably: "If you don't pay me, stay here and wash the dishes for me." With that, he was about to step forward to catch Ke'er.

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

    ¡°Nv Xia, I think she¡¯s just as good as a female shrimp.¡±

    Seeing that this unscrupulous and wretched uncle was trying to catch her, Ke'er shouted loudly, and a white smoke suddenly appeared on the stage and covered Ke'er.

    In a moment, the smoke dissipated, revealing Kerr with a sword on his waist and wearing a knight's clothes, and then sang the song "I am a heroine".  Song Wen also joined in and interacted with Ke'er, dancing ghostly dance steps and making robot movements from time to time, causing screams from the audience.

    "The knight walks in a gust of wind, flying over the wall and flying over the wall. In the rain of swords, a sword is in his hand, and his heroic spirit reaches the sky. If a bandit dares to show up, he will definitely remember the pain.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? We shall be this hero, with a secret book in my hand, my energy sinking in my Dantian, and my horse-steps squatting, with no distracting thoughts in my mind, and with energy, and all my meridians unblocked.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Swinging the sword as fast as the wind, having learned various martial arts, traveling thousands of miles to fight against injustice, this little heroine has been praised by everyone.

    I am a female hero, a happy heroine; I am a heroine, a powerful heroine, I am a heroine, a beautiful heroine, I am a heroine, a heroine you don¡¯t know"

    After one song, the stage darkened again.  Countless rays of light are emitted from the stage and interweave in the sky.  In the image, Kerr is lying on the table and asleep, not knowing what he is dreaming about. He drinks and murmurs to himself: "It smells so good! Hee hee, I am a heroine, I am a beautiful heroine.  It would be nice if I could go out and play.¡±

    In an instant, the light disappeared.  The dark stage lit up again, and Ke'er, who was already ready, began to sing.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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