Charity Event with the theme of " The Power of the Dream Star "
“84,56,86.......”
Half an hour later, Shen Fei carried his guitar and muttered a string of inexplicable numbers as he slowly disappeared into the crowd.
Phoenix Street.
Jiang Xiaoyu looked at her plastic sister with an aggrieved expression.
He really wanted to cry for her.
Wan Qingqing lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
"Xiao Yu, I'm sorry. It's all Shen Fei's fault. He tricked me!”
Thinking of Shen Fei's smugness just now, Wan Qingqing felt angry.
She had never felt so defeated in her life.
"You still dare to say that you jumped into the pit despite knowing that he had dug it!”
"I'm sorry, Xiao Yu. Don't be angry. If he really dares to harass you, I'll definitely make him suffer!”
Wan Qingqing raised her fist in the direction where Shen Fei disappeared.
Jiang Xiaoyu shook her head helplessly, but she did not really take it to heart.
"Alright, it's getting late. Let's find a place to eat first. We still have to go to the nursing home in the afternoon.”
"Yes, yes."
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The release of " Little Three " made Shen Fei's popularity unparalleled.
On the way back, he briefly read the comments online.
Many people compared the three songs, and Shen Fei saw many people saying that he had run out of talent.
After unlocking all the songs he had listened to in his previous life, he had the confidence not to care about these people's opinions.
In his opinion, a song that was well-known to the public was a good song.
Some people felt that modern pop music was better than songs from the 1980s and 1990s.
There was no such thing, at least Shen Fei did not think so.
Which song do you think is better, Ugly or Sweet? Most young people would choose the former.
However, the older generation liked this kind of song that had a sense of time.
And in terms of popularity,"Sweet Honey" was clearly better.
Compared to these doubts, there were many comments on the Internet.
The higher one stood, the worse one would fall. Shen Fei knew this very well.
Instead of being burdened by these false reputations, it was better to quietly develop his own live broadcast career.
Some fans suggested that Shen Fei should develop in the entertainment industry. No matter how popular his live stream was, he would only be an internet celebrity at most. The stickiness of his fans was not on the same level.
Then why didn't he take the opportunity to enter the music industry?
It was purely because Shen Fei did not want to.
The waters of the entertainment industry ran too deep.
The resources were indeed much better than doing live broadcasts, but no matter how talented you were, you were just a money-making tool for capitalists.
Although being a streamer was not an exception, it was obviously much easier and freer.
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She casually found a noodle shop to fill her stomach.
Shen Fei came to the square near the residential area.
There was a nursing home not far away. After lunch, many people would come here to enjoy the shade.
Most of them were uncles and aunties from the nursing home.
It looked lively, but Shen Fei felt that something was missing.
"Yo, Shen brat, you've been in good spirits recently. You have a girlfriend?”
"Mr. Pan, don't make fun of me. Even if you find a wife, I might not be able to find a girlfriend.”
"Hey, you brat, how dare you make fun of your Uncle Pan!”
The old man scolded him with a smile and did not continue to argue with Shen Fei.
In the past, Shen Fei would go to the nursing home as a volunteer when he had nothing to do. After a while, he became familiar with many of the old people there.
The person who was dancing under the shade of a tree was surnamed Min, and it was said that he used to be an artist.
Later on, he was too busy to take care of his children, so he requested to come to the nursing home.
"Grandpa Min, what is this dance?”
"This is a Beijing opera versus a flower gun! Kid Shen, do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you."
The old man was in his seventies. He had many wrinkles and some age spots on his face.
His spirit was not bad, and his back was straight.
Seeing that the old man had the intention to pass on his skills to him, Shen Fei became interested.
"How long will it take to get used to this thing?”
"If you want to get started, even if you study hard, it will take at least three to five years.”
"Three to five years? Forget it, you should find someone else to teach you.”
It was not that he could not endure hardship, but Shen Fei had more important things to do now.
When the old man heard this, he subconsciously shook his head and sighed. He continued to play with his spear.
Shen Fei could clearly see a trace of loneliness in the other party's eyes.
This was the current state of Beijing opera.
For an old artist, the hardest thing to accept was that there was no successor and the skills could not be passed on.
"Master Min, with my talent, can I learn this fancy spear in one or two years?”
"Hmm?"
Seeing Shen Fei suddenly change his words, the old man was stunned.
His murky eyes quickly lit up.
The Flower Spear was something that could be learned at a glance, but it was useless once learned.
Shen Fei had been learning how to stand from Grandpa Min for the entire afternoon.
There were too many details to pay attention to. It was indeed very boring.
Shen Fei thought that he was quite patient, but he quickly retreated.
He was holding on with one breath.
Red clouds rose in the sky. Shen Fei and Master Min had agreed on a time to practice shooting and returned home.
When she reached home, she took a cold shower and took out her phone to order takeout.
There was still some time before the broadcast, so Shen Fei greeted Xiaoyu.
The latter had just arrived home and was inexplicably happy when she received the news.
"Hello, Sister Qing is just like that. She doesn't have any ill intentions. Don't take it to heart.”
Seeing this message, Shen Fei felt a little embarrassed.
Although Wan Qingqing didn't mean any harm, he was really up to no good!
"Are you still a student? Do you have any plans for this holiday?"
"I don't have any arrangements, but I'll be working as a volunteer at the nursing home most of the time.”
"A volunteer?"
At this point, Shen Fei finally remembered.
In his memory, they seemed to have met a few times in the nursing home. No wonder they looked familiar.
It just so happened that he was learning how to use the spear from Grandpa Min.
He even had a reasonable excuse to meet.
Chances are always left to the lucky. The ancients did not deceive me!
After chatting with Jiang Xiaoyu for more than an hour, Shen Fei greeted her and prepared to start broadcasting.
As soon as he logged into his Douyu account, he received an email from the official website.
"The platform sincerely invites you to participate in the charity event with the theme of 'Dream Star Power'. For details, please click on the link below!”
"A charity event themed on the power of the Dream Planet?”
Shen Fei was a little confused when he saw the contents of the email.
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