When Lin Yao's self -introduction was introduced, the expression of the close people's faces was actually worth paying attention to.

Liu Rui was scolded and scolded people without saying.

Lin Qiusheng and Chen Zhiying nodded while laughing. Although they had watched it, they came to the scene to watch the cut films, combined with the fine production of the later period, enjoying the sense of vision of a nostalgic movie, making them very satisfied.

Zhou Tianfen pulled Wang Jianyao, shook his hand desperately, and made a hey sound in his mouth.

Wang Ou's eyes were obsessed with both hands, and he shouted like a idiot with both hands, "Xunzi!"

I didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear of the other sister -in -law in front of them heard it.

Bai Wei looked at it, if ... I mean if ... if I sing well, will it be the protagonist on the stage today?

Lin Yao put the microphone on his mouth, and his voice was a little shy. "Thank my good friends to the scene in your busy schedule."

Big! Bai Wei's heart jumped sharply.

"Thank you my good friends, today I can perform this song with me today."

Big! Bai Wei's heart is another shock.

Her hands no longer knew where to put it, her voice trembled, "No, no ..."

"My five tones are incomplete ..."

"I won't really let me come to power ..."

Lin Yao said softly, "I have a good friend who invites me ..."

Bai Wei's ass is lifted halfway ...

"Zhang Liang!"

Pop! Bai Wei sat back with a buttocks. Her neck was a bit hard. Yu Guang desperately looked at Wang Ou's side. Didn't she see me just now?

Twisting her neck mechanically, Wang Ou stared at her Cazilan's big eyes and Bai Wei's eyes.

In the next second, Wang Ou laughed, "Goose and Goose ... Do you think my sister -in -law is going to invite you to the stage? Hahahaha ..."

Silly! Bai Wei scolded his mouth tremblingly, but her attention was immediately attracted by another lantern lamp. The light beaten on the stage, turning the super female runner -up into the most dazzling star light in the audience.

Bai Wei was stretched, lying grass, Zhang Liang, really Zhang Liang, Lin Yao's good friend is Zhang Liang, I am Lin Yao's friend, did that mean that I and Zhang Liang were also friends.

Bai Wei's mouth trembled, her whole body was numb ...

Slap!

He also put his ass back to the chair at the same time.

They started to measure their weight ...

Well!

The backup audience's depressed emotions finally blown up at this moment.

Countless support cards raised.

Someone held up the banner and shouted ...

The third wave of injuries to kill.

Zhang Liang has no movement under the lamp.

Looking at the sky with Lin Yao, a smile.

The music sounded, Lin Yao started singing, "That year, you are as young as me ..."

"Young, like the first green song ..."

"But in order to create energy to be rich in the world ..."

"You turn around and hurry into the mud!"

Black and white recording on the big screen, with a smiling face, full of vicissitudes of smiles made people on the stage listen to the song and blurred their eyes in an instant ...

Lin Yao put down the microphone and walked forward.

Zhang Liang started singing, "I see, tens of millions of cute you."

"Don't look back, run into the depths of the smoke."

"How many youth back disappears in the night ..."

"In exchange for morning light!"

In the picture, the face of old black and white photos is replaced by the youthful and colorful faces.

The meaning of inheritance.

Zhang Liang went down the steps and walked forward.

The two of them raised the microphone and chorus, "I have looked up at the starry sky you have seen!"

"Crossing through a century of time and space meet again."

"The smile before you turn around, I understand!"

The picture comes to the flame to swallow the sky instantly, the black cloud is pressed ...

Turned into the mud in the unyielding merit ...

Become a modern young figure, smashing the second hammer with a naked body ...

After becoming a rescue, I fell asleep in the west ...

Countless scenes are combined with singing.

Yuan Wengang couldn't hold it anymore, he started to clap.

His shot.

The leaders in front were all moved.

Li Yuanqiu patted his hand with Yuan Wenfeng's rhythm and sighed. Wang Yu was arrogant and arrogant.

The front is so high. If it was not caught, Jiang Yuan was over.

Although Xu Pei was laughing, he was sore. This dog man really raised his brain for Lin Yao.

The phone suddenly shook, and I took it up.

Dog man: Don't worry about sour first, look back.

Xu Pei froze and quickly looked up.

Someone at the scene was holding his breath.

Someone wiped tears silently.

More people are applauding the rhythm.

Two main songs, two chorities, and writing of three generations of oil and glory.

The past, present, in the future, have been explained one by one.

When Zhang Liang was on the stage, Lin Yao's yellow skirt and Zhang Liang's red skirt constituted the main color of nationalization.

The music becomes lighter, Lin Yao and Zhang Liang erected their fingers at the same time.

The audience is mute, and I can hear a few sobs occasionally.

The big screen suddenly cut until the fire in 1990.

When Xu Pei's tears were fascinated, she wiped off her tears at once.

The little girl chased the microphone under the third way, and sang milk with milk while walking, "I look up at the starry sky you have seen, and the ground has changed the time and space."

"You stay in the wind and swaying the red, in your heart ..."

Xu Pei saw this little girl, and after seeing the bright face after the fire in 1990, the man was a bit like Xu Pei ...

At that time, people who didn't like to face the camera in black and white photos were always 45 degrees in the side.

It seems to be the future he expects, with his lifetime expectations.

Dad ... Xu Pei gently called in his heart, and never had to wipe tears, because tears had become a line.

Lin Yao held the little girl, and the little girl took Zhang Liang to complete the last paragraph.

The music stops, the lights go out.

Human emotions will not be controlled as they end.

The audience is still immersed in the emotional emotional emotion that I don't know if it is joy or sadness.

Even Zhang Liang's crazy fans covered their mouths at this moment, holding their breath.

A few seconds passed, Yuan Wen just got up, slap!

Slap!

Slap!

The applause was slow to fast, and the audience sounded instantly.
To be continued...