Ma Donglin looked serious, "Teacher An, it doesn't matter, we are here to cheer for you!"

An Ran waved his hand, no one had entered, so why bother?

And because the trouble he caused in Korea was too big, most of the awards this time will be ruined.

He knew this without even thinking about it. If it were him, he would not give the award to someone who openly slapped Hanzhou in the face.

Taking action against the SB Tiantuan can be said to be a personal grudge.

But what happened in Prime Minister Street cannot be forgiven under any circumstances.

Since you can't win the prize, it doesn't really matter whether you get in or not.

Ma Donglin suddenly said: "Teacher An, cheer up, don't be knocked down by life!"

"Yes, Teacher An, you can't be defeated. Think about how you advised us not to bow to life! Living is a very handsome thing!"

What the hell! What are you talking about? An Ran looked at the excited expressions of the two of them. I didn’t seem to show any negative emotions such as decadence!

Little did he know that as he walked on the red carpet, his solitary figure had a sense of desolation.

Let these people think about it, leaving will change the taste.

Ma Donglin gave some instructions to the younger brother behind him.

The younger brothers nodded and immediately ran out.

An Ran didn't pay attention and was bored anyway, so he started chatting with Ma Donglin and others.

Within a few minutes, I saw several boys rushing over carrying audio equipment.

"Teacher An!" Ma Donglin pointed to the audio equipment brought over by the younger brothers, with excitement and excitement, "Sing bravely, give yourself the greatest encouragement and courage!"

"???"

No, you can see that I have no courage.

Before he could react, Ma Donglin had already thrust the microphone into his hand.

Another boy squeezed in, "Brother Donglin, as for musical instruments, we only found these!"

The little brother was holding a guitar, erhu, violin and percussion instruments in his hands. They were all string instruments.

There is no electronic keyboard suitable for accompaniment.

An Ran was stunned for a moment, are you asking me to play and sing by myself?

"Teacher An, burn up!"

Damn it...this is really not what I want to do!

Most of the reporters in front went in after taking photos, but suddenly they saw the commotion here and they all became curious.

"What's going on over there?"

"I don't know!"

"Yeah, it seems like those guys are going to do bad things!"

"This is news, leave a few people outside to pay attention, and the rest can go in!"

"Okay!"

Several trainee reporters with low status were left outside.

Those who were left behind were dejected. This was a film festival, where big names gathered and stars gathered, but they were left outside.

It's all that guy's fault.

Fans of other celebrities also looked here curiously.

What are these guys going to do?

Anyway, I have nothing to do waiting outside, so I might as well go over and take a look.

It is human nature to join in the fun, especially at times like this, everyone is even more interested.

Although that group of people looked a bit vicious, they didn't seem to have done anything extraordinary, and they were playing speakers and musical instruments. Were they going to perform?

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know!"

"Go and have a look..."

"Well, it will be a long time before the Obamas come out anyway!"

"Is this a show organized by the organizer?"

"No, it should be the fans' initiative..."

Everyone was talking and approaching here. After all, this group of people seemed a bit difficult to get along with, so it’s better to be careful.

It’s not a big meeting, everyone gathers here.

Although not completely close, it is relatively concentrated.

Several intern reporters looked at the crowd gathering and glanced at each other. It seemed like there was really news.

One of the people left inside was reporter Xia Zhou. He didn’t pay attention just now and stretched his head to take a closer look.

Damn it, isn’t that Enron?

Enron!

He immediately cheered up. If it was An Ran, it would definitely be big news.

It might be even more lively than inside. This guy has a trouble-making personality. If someone causes trouble, it’s news to him!

The Xiazhou reporter did not hesitate at all and walked quickly to An Ran.

As soon as he came over, he suddenly felt that the air was stagnant. When he looked up, he saw hundreds of big men, looking at him eagerly.

Damn it!

Why does this atmosphere feel a bit weird?

An Ran looked back at him, scanned the name on his press card, and said with a smile: "Xiazhou person?"

"Yes, Teacher An!" the reporter said hurriedly: "My name is Zhu Wei, and I am a reporter from Souyun.com!"

An Ran nodded, "It's okay, just take pictures if you want!"

Teacher An is still easy to talk to, Zhu Wei whispered: "But these guys..."

He glanced at Ma Donglin and others.

"These are all my fans." An Ran said in an understatement.

"Fuck!" Zhu Wei almost blurted out the curse word.

You are such a unique fan!

We are all little sisters and little brothers, but you, who are all fierce and violent, are really a bit unconventional.

As a trainee reporter, he had been helping his immediate boss just now, so he didn't notice at all what he said here.

Now that I see An Ran’s fans, I feel a little bad.

I used to often hear that celebrity fans were in conflict with each other.

Mu De, there will definitely be no other fans in this place who dare to conflict with Mr. An’s fans!

That’s courting death!

While he was thinking wildly, he heard the strong man in the lead say: "Teacher An, let's start!"

An Ran nodded, they were so enthusiastic, wouldn't it hurt their feelings if you refused?

Looking at the instrument handed over, An Ran took the Erhu!

Erhu?

These rough guys don’t understand that Zhu Wei, who is already an entertainment reporter, knows this.

Generally speaking, it is not a special situation and the erhu accompaniment will not be used.

The sound of the erhu is too sad, which makes people feel sad.

And if it’s a Chinese-style song, it’s okay, but you’re in Korea...

An Ran didn't care too much.

I took the erhu and looked at it. It's not a good instrument, but it has obvious signs of use.

I tuned the strings a little and tried the sound.

An Ran closed her eyes. The singing style of this song is relatively retro, with the classical beauty of traditional music, and it is very expressive in the song.

Erhu is the main instrument throughout the whole song.

The original song has a female voice, which is sweet and even a bit coquettish.

To be honest, the female voice of this kind of singer is beautiful, but the male voice also has the style of a male voice.

In the detention room at that time, the chorus of a group of old men was very exciting.

Hold down the strings safely and pull the bow.

A sad and mournful melody slowly came out...

Everyone was stunned and immediately attracted by this melody.

This opening is so nice!

Regardless of country or ethnicity, regardless of whether the language is the same, music is the best way to communicate.

Everyone didn't expect An Ran to sing any good songs. After all, this is Korea, and you can't understand even if they sound good!
Chapter completed!