The whole audience was in full bloom!

The song "Beijing" made the venue warm!

This is the planning and preparation of Zhang Ye’s studio for two months. All the audio equipment and lighting equipment in the venue were rented, borrowed or bought by them. They asked a professional team to design, arrange, and use the best equipment in the country and even in Asia. In the past two months, they only did this thing, making this largest concert venue in Asia a shocking music stage!

Light and shadow!

Sound effects!

Like a dream!

This is Zhang Ye’s final stage.

He was very satisfied.

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

"Zhang Ye!"

The crowd started shouting again!

Zhang Ye held the microphone and looked down at the audience. The one on the left, the one on the right, the one on the front, the one on the back, and the one on the back were crowded. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for attending my "The Last Concert"!"

The audience burst into laughter when they heard this!

"Hahaha."

"What's the last one."

"It's obviously the first game."

"What you said is like you won't come out in the future!"

"If you really can't come out, the Asian entertainment industry will have to celebrate with firecrackers for three days and three nights!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhang Ye also smiled, "According to the usual practice, I should say a few words at the beginning of the concert. You all know that I am okay with talking. I have hosted many programs, and I can't count them myself. I have said countless times on countless occasions, and I can't count them. But this time before I went on stage, my brain was still blank. I don't know what to say, because I feel that I am becoming less and less qualified to say a lot of things."

The audience was quiet and listened quietly.

Zhang Ye said: "I am not a qualified artist. You know I am not. Any artist you can see should be more qualified than me. Many of the things conveyed from me to everyone are not very positive, so many people don't like me, and many people criticize me. I accept all these things. I haven't done anything that a public figure should do. Sometimes I think about it, it's really shameful."

Haqiqi looked at the stage.

Zhang Zuo looked at Zhang Ye.

Everyone in the studio was silent.

Zhang Ye said: "I have also thought about it over the years, being generous, being inclusive, being civilized, being elegant, some better values, and being better morals. It may be better to convey these to the people. In that case, my qualifications may be more beautiful, my fame may be higher, my friends may be more, and I may owe much less to my family. At that time, when my family mentioned my name, I was more proud. When you talked about me at the party, I was more appreciating. Media reporters reported me, and more praise-I really wanted to try what this kind of life feels like." He smiled and closed his eyes, thought for three seconds, opened his eyes and smiled, "It must be very good, well, it must be very good."

Then, Zhang Ye spoke, "But-"

But?

But what?

But what?

The audience looked at him.

Everyone in front of the live broadcast camera looked at him, and they also found that today's Zhang Ye seemed different from him before!

At this time, the music was playing.

Zhang Ye smiled. That kind of life was really good. In that picture, Zhang Ye would not have this final concert, nor would he have the decision to let him go. He would definitely live a good life with Lao Wu, watch his child be born, grow up with him, and celebrate his first birthday, second birthday, and third birthday. When the teacher mentioned Zhang Ye, he would tell his children that your father was a great star. His classmates would envy him for having a gentle, elegant and talented father. The child would also take Zhang Ye's hand to introduce to his classmates that this was my father, the best father in the world. This picture was really beautiful, so beautiful that Zhang Ye would linger.

But.

But he doesn't regret it.

He owes his family.

He owes the child.

If he can apologize, he can tell Lao Wu a thousand times, and he can tell the child ten thousand times!

But - he doesn't regret it!

Korean hacker?

Japanese hotel?

He will fight once!

He beats twice!

He beats ten times!

He will never regret such a thing in his life!

Such a thing will never be discussed in your life!

Zhang Ye gently raised the microphone:

"I'm proud of destruction."

"I hate ordinary things."

"I just remembered that those are my favorites."

"Let the summer go playful."

"Take a cruel future."

“Running to light years.”

"And now-"

"Give up the rules and indulge in love."

"Let yourself be rude and let go of the future."

Zhang Ye looked at everyone without hesitation or regret:

“I won’t turn.”

“I won’t turn.”

“I won’t turn.”

“I won’t turn.”

The audience was stunned!

All the people watching the live broadcast were also stunned!

Suddenly, countless people were in full bloom!

...

Parents' home.

My mother said, "Xiao Ye, he——"

Dad said, "What happened?"

...

Old Wu’s family.

Wu Changhe: "What's wrong with Xiaoye?"

Li Qinqin: "What does he mean when he says these?"

Wu Changhe: "Is there something wrong? This kid is in a mess again?"

But Wu Zeqing smiled, instead of answering his parents' words, he said to himself: "This is my husband."

...

The scene was boiling again!

Screaming, cheering, and mixing with the song!

Zhang Ye's singing on the spot was getting higher and higher, as if he was about to overturn the entire venue!

"I want me crazy, I want me love!"

"It's just that I want me to be crazy and I want me to love!"

"Ten thousand mp3!"

"Ten thousand crazy love!"

"I can't destroy a small loneliness!"

"I want me crazy, I want me love!"
To be continued...