"Don't be so scared." Seeing Yang Luna's timid look, Yin Yebei smiled successfully as if she was a prank, "You know that women are doing that kind of thing inside. But there is a very famous underground boxing ring in the black street, and you can even go in and take a look."

"Underground boxing..." Yang Luna silently savored the word, "Is it the rich who bet on the bets and the winners of the two boxers?"

She seemed to have heard of such a casino. The big guys in the stands bet on the real life. However, the two boxers who set foot on the field wanted to satisfy their joy and never die.

"It's even more miserable than that." Yin Yebei came to the conclusion lightly.

"In this boxing ring, one side is the customer, and the other side is the target provided by the boss. Customers who come here usually have a lot of pressure in life, or have any resentment to vent, and the target is his punching bag."

"As a target, he can only wear the most basic protective gear and let the customer beat him. He cannot hide or fight back. He must wait until the customer has vented enough before he will stop. As for being injured and disabled during this period... he is conceited by life and death."

"Is that scary?" Yang Luna's eyes dazed for a moment. In his description, she seemed to have really seen such a bloody carnival. The targeted person was knocked down again and again, but no one helped him. His face was covered in blood, he was as angry as a slept, but no one sympathized with him. All around her were laughter.

"I have been there for a while, and I'm really profitable." Yin Yebei put one hand in his pocket. His expression was very calm when he said these words, as if he was just talking about other people's things. "Later, because I really couldn't bear that sin, I resigned within a few days."

"But I heard that I had just left for a while, and another new person was recruited, or a white-collar elite from a senior company."

"This is interesting. There are many workers who do physical work. They hate the little white-faced people who are more easy to work than them and earn more than them. So they all come here to spend some money just to beat the white-collar elite."

Speaking of this, Yin Yebei also smiled sarcastically, his face full of coldness and ruthlessness after being brutalized by society. He had no mercy on those lives that should be the same as himself.

"It's true. Although that person looks thin, he is really hard to beat. I heard that he will stand up again every time he is knocked down. Even the boss said that if there are more targets like this, he would be happy."

"White-collar elite..." Yang Luna frowned in confusion, "Why do you have to do that kind of job without dignity?"

Yin Yebei sneered: "Who knows where he can't think of it. But it's hard to say. Maybe some people have that strange habit?" As he said, he raised his chin deep into the alley, "How about it, after the concert, should we go and have a long experience together?"

Yang Luna looked at the passage like the abyss of hell. The sound of wind whistling across the sides made her bones cold. She finally shook her head slightly and said, "It's better not to do it anymore, it always feels cruel."

She never felt that she was such a kind person. The pure and flawless heroine of the White Lotus was often a existence she looked down upon.

But there is a source of injustice and debt, and it is not easy for everyone to survive. She does not want to abuse the innocent and vent her anger.

But if the target was Yi Xin, she would definitely slap it mercilessly!

After leaving the black street, the group continued to walk forward and soon arrived at Rong Xiao’s open-air concert location.

On the stage, dazzling lights flowed, creating colorful dreams. Rong Xiao, who was standing at the center of the light, was like the center of the whole world. He held the microphone and sang affectionately, and his flying silver hair shone with an extremely dazzling light in the backlight.

Perhaps there is such a person who is born to be worshipped by others. Even if he just stands there, without the embellishment of gorgeous jewelry, nor does he deliberately exude the pressure, he is still so dazzling that he cannot escape his sight. The word "idol" seems to be tailor-made for him.

Today, he rarely wears those cool and strange costumes, but simply wears a white dress, tailored, elegant and generous, showing a bit of gentleness and intimacy. His angular face and delicate facial features like God's masterpieces are even more handsome. He looks like a prince, or a groom who can step into the auditorium with his beloved girl at any time.

When he participated in a singing competition in Tiansheng, he always caused the audience to be crazy. Now, after being polished by society, his temperament and stage control have been doubled, making him look like a flawless diamond.

His singing is like the sound of nature. Even if Yang Luna was prejudiced to him, she now has to admit that his tone is really good, low and slightly hoarse, but full of tenderness, like a gurgling stream, washing the hearts of the audience. Every song is sung very well, just like a voice kissed by the God of Singing.

Taking advantage of the singing space, some reporters also seized the opportunity to have live interactions.

"Today I am very honored to invite our idol superstars! Do Brother Xiao have anything to say to the audience on the court?"

Rong Xiao took the microphone, glanced briefly at the audience, and responded with a faint smile:

"Thank you very much for your support for me all the time. I wish you a happy Christmas Eve."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crazy scream sounded from the audience. The luminous support cards with his name were shaking vigorously, dancing into a sea of ​​light and shadow.

"Some people often say that you will always feel the songs you sing, and it seems that you will keep singing them to your heart," the reporter continued to ask on behalf of the public, "Are these songs sung for a specific object?"

Rong Xiao's eyes were rarely more serious. He held the microphone and seemed to be considering the language carefully.

"Since my first album, I said that all my songs are sung to the person in my heart, and the most important girl I am."

The audience was in a state of excitement, and some people began to shout "Ryoko".

Rong Xiao just smiled lightly, but he still couldn't hide the happiness that naturally flowed in his eyes when he heard this name.

Maybe this is true love.

Even if you are not hung by your mouth, you always keep it in your heart.

Look at the fog and look at the shadow.

I have you in my heart, and every flower and leaf are you.

...

His next song is called "Glory."

"You listen to the sound of whistles in the distance,

Outline the island in the dream,

In the early morning, the waves slowly drifting ashore

It's the echo at the end of the world."

Yang Luna listened to him singing quietly off the stage, mixing among the countless tiny fans, as if she had really become one of them.

But what does this matter? I believe that those who have heard him sing will be attracted by him.

In the academy, the gangster whom he looked down upon had already walked ahead of him early and still walked so far.

The past of the college was flowing in front of him. He always didn't wear the college uniform and liked to be unconventional; he was surrounded by a group of little brothers everywhere he went, creating a show for him; he was who could attract a lot of people every time he participated in a singing competition; he was who always went out to fight but always became friends with the enemy; he was who was injured, failed, but never decadent and miserable...

No matter how the tutor views him, no matter how his fans pursue him, no matter how those who don’t like him or criticize him behind his back, he has never changed for others. He always is himself, walking on the path he insists on, and moving forward.

That's why he became the one who resolutely stepped out of the campus; he entered the Tiangong Gate with the first place in the Tiansheng; he persisted to the end in the trial of war; and now, as an idol superstar.

"Look at the grass growing on the clouds,

The red stamens of tomorrow bloom,

Growing up in a vast foreign land,

Looking back, I still see the moon in my hometown.”

Yang Luna couldn't help but think of another person who had a deeper entanglement with her.

The young master and himself were his childhood playmates. He pampered and accompanied him, but his thoughts never told him.

Later, Yi Xin appeared... In order to be angry with the girl, he deliberately held himself in his arms in the luxurious villa, but when he heard his heartbeat, he was still beating for the girl.

On the playground, he left himself and ran towards Yi Xin, hugged her and ran to the infirmary, and made his joke with a Cinderella fairy tale.

How desperate he was when he heard that his company's stock plummeted, it was really his move.

While he moved out of a luxurious villa with his parents and searching for a job on the street, he hugged his little girlfriend and sweetly.

Even if he rarely appears in front of him, he just threatened himself not to look for Yi Xin again. He even smashed his jade slip directly, this gentleman who has always been elegant, showed his devilish side in front of him for the first time.

Being with a noble young master may not necessarily mean happiness. Being with a person who is not favored may not necessarily mean misfortune.

"The night gave me black eyes,

But I used it to find light.

Sweat condenses into time capsules,

Opening the world alone in this fate.

Drinking against the world alone,

After hardships, I have never forgotten my original intention.

Be your own glorious knight,

The red sun that bravely pursues dreams.”

The song flowed quietly, and Yang Luna realized for the first time what it means to have a song "sing to the heart".

Each lyrics seems to sing out your own voice, turning low and melodiously, relying on the vibration of your heartbeat.

Rong Xiao, he has grasped his glory, and she must bravely fight for his glory!

Listening to his songs one by one, and through these years of complicated times, Yang Luna seemed to have met him again and met this young man who pursued his dreams.

After the concert, fans rushed forward and asked Rong Xiao to sign. Their unrestrained enthusiasm forced several security guards to move to maintain order.

Rong Xiao was very patient. He was as magical as his singing, and he just said to the microphone: "Don't squeeze, come one by one." The crowd that was originally like a pool of boiling water really became much more peaceful and orderly under his comfort.

Yang Luna also walked forward. This feeling of excitement due to close contact with her idol was also the first time she experienced it.

"Brother Xiao, sign a name." After the long line moved, Yin Yebei handed out the note book that had been prepared long ago.

The entire signature process is straightforward and neat. It seems that since his debut, Rong Xiao has long known how many signatures he has signed, and he is already quite skilled.

Immediately afterwards, it was Yang Luna's turn.

Rong Xiao also took the paper and pen she handed over and signed the name casually. Yang Luna's heart was lifted and fell down. It seemed that he didn't remember himself.

Yes, how many people will remember a arrogant and willful lady?

Looking at him at this close distance, Yang Luna realized that he really looked very similar to the young master. His facial features were like brothers, but their temperaments were completely different.

The young master is always noble and elegant, and being with him makes people feel like spring breeze. But his heart has never been open to anyone, as if it is separated from the whole world. Under the warm appearance, there is endless coldness hidden.

Rong Xiao, he is used to being a school bully. On the surface, he is indifferent to everything around him, but when you really get close to him, you will find that he has always had the greatest kindness to his friends. As Su Shian once said, being able to be friends with him is the greatest wealth in his life.

One is heat on the outside and cold on the inside, and the other is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Such two people who are similar and different have a similar face. What kind of fate and entanglement has fate prepared for them?

"Can you please write another sentence for me?" Under the inexplicable touch, Yang Luna spoke softly.

"Well, you said." Rong Xiao didn't even raise his head and responded simply.

Yang Luna moved her lips, and the four words were like the breeze passing through the forest, or like the pine tree rooted in the ground. This represents her determination and her future.

"Never give up."

Because, this is what I learned from your song, that "glory"...

Rong Xiao didn't ask much. Anyway, he had encountered a message that fans asked for longer. He wrote it skillfully on paper, and he handed the paper and pen back to Yang Luna and continued to sign the next fan.

Yang Luna looked at him quietly. Although she was soon launched by crowded fans as the person who signed the autograph, she still looked at Rong Xiao for a long time and the person standing in the light.

Maybe only she could hear the sentence "Thank you."

Thank you for giving me encouragement.

Maybe I can regard this sentence as a little kindness given to me by the young master.

It can encourage me to keep going until I live my true self in this circle.
Chapter completed!