Offline tycoons started to sprinkle millions of water, and the online fundraising amount also began to soar from the end of "The Lights of Ten Thousand Houses". Before the second program even started, the performance raised more than one billion yuan in charity funds.

The amount of money flew into the accounts like snowflakes, and was also displayed in the bank account at a power twice. Facing the display screen, the accountant responsible for counting the total amount on one end was stunned - it was such a big time to see so much money, and when he saw the world, he was also frightened by the world.

Ten minutes, one billion.

What is this concept?

Not to mention the donation at the school level, even the city level, provincial level, or even the famous intro charity auction, can’t be done at all.

A butterfly flapped its wings in the Amazon jungle, triggering a tornado in Texas two weeks later.

And that song is a butterfly.

However, what it fans is not the airflow of nature, but the public opinion field of human society.

Netizens surfed 5g Internet speed, and in a blink of an eye, discussions about "Ten Thousand Houses Lights" and one billion fundraising have slaughtered major entertainment and social sectors.

[Listen to Yan's song "The Lights of Ten Thousand Family" and it feels like the original version is not the same song... I never thought that I would have a single loop on "The Lights of Ten Thousand Family" this day]

[Li Tao: Yan Ge has raised more than one billion yuan since he finished singing. What is the level of this?]

On Zhihu, the body temperature of this charity performance was coming out, and the answers were endless. Different answerers had a fierce debate on the commercial value of the word Yan Ge. The final conclusion was that Yan Ge's current level was enough to take any piece of cake in the six blue blood - and not the title of ambassador, but the spokesperson.

This is not praise, nor is it boastful, but a kind of affirmation of Zhihu's pursuit of truth from facts.

After all, although this person is young, he has reached the top regardless of popularity, business or appeal.

...

At this moment, the National Convention Center.

Due to the large number of fundraising people, the second program has not yet begun. Jiang Heyue and Rong Changzhou were chatting with Zeng Cheng. Both sides had known each other for a long time. Not long ago, when the Jiang family worshiped the ancestors, the people of Zengcheng even went to the old house of the Jiang family.

Therefore, Jiang Rong and the others spared no effort to praise Yan Ge, and Zeng Cheng only did it to deal with it in social situations. However, the atmosphere was too harmonious tonight, which made him ignore a little. As Jiang Rong's husband and wife are now in the mall, even if they are social, why should they deal with it so hard?

No need.

Yan Ge sat next to Jiang Shiying, holding a shred of pure white Phalaenopsis in his hand, which was given by his brother.

Shortly after she stepped down, she heard Zeng Cheng say a few words and her eyes touched the old man next to her.

...The old man in the wheelchair.

"Grandpa Wheelchair Old Man" didn't take a wheelchair today, but probably to maintain the consistency of front and rear personality, there was a crutch with golden nanmu beside the seat. At this time, his eyes met, and "Grandpa Wheelchair Old Man" waved at the little girl, saying that we had met again by chance.

Yes, that's a coincidence.

It happened to be a coincidence that she appeared in the sponsorship seat, and she made her debut on the C position. She just asked her youngest daughter to donate 100 million yuan.

It can be said that it is very coincidental, particularly coincidental, and super coincidental.

The little girl said hello to grandpa. The one who was called grandpa opened her mouth and asked someone to sit next to her. When the person sat down, she took the initiative to explain to others: She is 85 years old and has difficulty in legs and feet. She is an ordinary old man in Beijing.

When I asked the little girl to come, I also had something to ask for help from the little girl. In fact, it was nothing important. It was just that the granddaughter of a friend who had a good relationship was going to get married and had to back up the gifts to send them. They were all girls. Can you help with references?

Yan Ge agreed to the matter of a simple task.

Then the old man took out the fruit machine from Prada's handbag. After unlocking the fingerprint, he turned the page to show her the picture: the set on the left is a white jade-headed face with mutton fat, and the set on the right is a blue gem-shaped face. After reading it, I asked her if it looks good in jade or gems?

Yan Ge pointed to the right.

The old man said, the one on the right is good, but he thought the one on the left is also good.

So he made a decision, "Then let's both."

Yan Ge: "..."

Mr. Jiang was satisfied with the meeting ceremony for his grandson-daughter-in-law.

Zeng Cheng looked at the scene of a friendly exchange like a grandfather and grandson, and felt a little suspicious:

The old man knows Xiaoge?

Looking at this scene now, we are not only acquaintance, but even acquaintance.

In front of others, it was not convenient to ask questions, so Zeng Cheng just pressed and didn't mention it.

...

"...Mom, does grandpa know that Yan Ge?" The sponsorship seat was more inclined to see the scene here. Mo Li asked Jiang Fei curiously: "Why do they look so familiar?"

Mo Li himself didn't pay attention, but there was clearly envy and ease in his words.

What you raise is not as good as your relatives. It is not because of the strict family, but because people have biased hearts.

There are biases and severity, so it is impossible to achieve a balanced bowl of water.

For their biological children, parents can't do anything to do. What's more, one is the biological daughter and the other is the adopted daughter?

From the beginning, the balance had already tilted towards one of them.

So Jiang and Yue can sit next to the old man, but she can't.

The fundraising figures were released, and the second program began. The magic performance, combined with the cruising cold light, fell on the noble lady beside Mo Li. The ears, shoulders and neck were decorated with Tahitian black pearls, and the makeup was tightly matched, as calm and elegant as a beautiful mask. The blue and white light intertwined into a cool tone, adding three points of treacherousness to Jiang Fei's beautiful face.

In fact, there is no need for Mo Li to ask, Jiang Fei's vision has long deviated.

It went past and stopped there.

Stopped on that one, which looked very similar to Yan Cailing.

Jiang Fei was a little swaying.

Once upon a time, when Yan Cailu was there, she thought that as long as Yan Cailu left, she would be the winner.

Later, as she wished, Yan Cailu left; even beyond her wishes, Yan Cailu died.

But he left a daughter, quietly raised in a remote place in the countryside, and was found by a man so coincidentally. Guilt mixed with love, solidified into eternal amber in the rosin.

After all, it cannot be calculated.

People are still alive, so love may become unloved, and true heart may become a change of heart. However, Yan Caisu, she is dead.

If you die, you can't see it and you can't get it. It's best if you can't get it. From then on, it becomes a cinnabar mole on the heart of the white moonlight in front of the window, and it cannot be engraved no matter how deep it is.

What should the living fight against the dead?

Unexpectedly, how to get it—

When Yan Caixuan was alive, she wanted to fight with Yan Caixuan.

Now that Yan Cailu is dead, she still has to fight with a dead person.

Go and fight, the same man.

...

On the left side of Mr. Jiang, when the old man and the little girl had a friendly exchange, Jiang Heyue turned sideways and quietly asked the old man for his meaning, "Dad, do you want to call Xiao Fei here?"

Her words were not clear, but the father and daughter had a tacit understanding and intention was beyond words, so Jiang Shi should be able to understand them.

I left my daughter next to me and adopted daughter aside, and I was just plainly watching her. I naturally felt that the old man was biased.

Miss Jiang San has a successful career and has a unique heart in interpersonal social interactions. She has no prejudice against this half-mother’s adopted sister. It is better to say that she is very partial. Although she is not a relative, if she is registered and entered into the genealogy, she will treat her family as a family.

Before Mr. Jiang answered, Yu Guang turned to the little girl beside him and spoke slowly: "When this matter is settled... it will be better to break the girl Lili's thoughts about Lao Liu."

Jiang and Yuefu are in the heart.

If Xiao Fei came over, Lili would definitely come over, and what was Lili's thought about Achuo?

The old man now wants to put the little girl in the Zengcheng family into a grandson's wife. If Lili knows this, with the child's temperament, he will have to make a fuss about it.

Forget it.

Jiang and Yue thought so.

...

Yan Ge had previously performed the makeup on the stage, and his hair was tied up with seven or eight broken diamonds. The clips were not tight, and he felt a little painful when he pinched his scalp. Now that he had got off the stage and after Mr. Jiang's words, she went to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and took off the clips one by one.

In order to fix the hair, the seven or eight horizontal blocks were tightly closed. At this time, I took them off one by one, and I felt that my hair had become much lighter. Yan Ge breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as I left the bathroom, my phone vibrated.

My boyfriend:【I'm back.】

...He's back?

What she thought was that he was on the way back, or was about to come back.

So Yan Ge lowered his eyes and edited the message: [When?]

The dialog box is quiet, and there is no prompt that the other party is entering.

But there was a sound and fell behind her.

"Now."

“…”

She was slightly stunned. After two seconds, she turned around and saw the man with the sound source. The warm wall lights in the corridor filled his eyebrows like the sea, half standing in the light and half standing in the shadow, her eyes like flat light, but at this moment, she suddenly had patterns.

When the pupils are seen, a figure is reflected.
To be continued...