He kept looking at Su Huaiming, feeling that something was still missing, which made him feel distracted.
The stylist couldn't grasp this elusive idea and spent the next few days pondering it, often looking at Su Huaiming with a deep gaze.
The day of the concert finally arrived. Su Huaiming had already prepared his look and was waiting backstage, taking deep breaths to adjust his state.
Just then, he heard someone calling his name loudly from behind.
Su Huaiming turned his head and saw the stylist with messy hair, panting as he ran over, his eyes blazing with fervor, looking like a burning fire.
"I've finally figured it out!" the stylist stammered excitedly. "I finally know what's missing!"
This statement was so abrupt that Su Huaiming was completely bewildered and looked at the stylist blankly.
The stylist handed the item to Su Huaiming and said very solemnly, "You must leave behind the most brilliant performance, like a needle, deeply embedded in the memory of every audience member!"
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Sun Siyuan is very popular. He has strong professional skills and a distinctive personal style, which has won him the love of many young people.
The concert announcement went viral online as soon as it was released, and then broke the record by selling out all tickets in just one second.
Two weeks before the concert, even without Sun Siyuan's team doing any pre-concert promotion, people were already discussing it online and were very excited. Many fans even made time to fly in from other cities to see a fantastic concert.
As the audience entered the venue one after another, Sun Siyuan's team put in a lot of effort, preparing various support items for everyone and decorating the venue into a sea of lights.
As the audience gradually took their places, the entire venue was bustling with people. Everyone's emotions were stirred up, and different faces were filled with the same smile. No one chose to sit down, but instead held up their light sticks or support items, looking at the stage with great enthusiasm, looking forward to Sun Siyuan's appearance.
As the lights slowly dimmed, the audience sensed something, the noise gradually subsided, and they looked up to search for Sun Siyuan.
Sun Siyuan was lifted high into the air from the very back of the venue using wires.
The venue was completely dark, and the audience didn't notice it until the lights focused on Sun Siyuan, at which point they looked up and spotted him.
The venue was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in excited screams that could almost pierce the sky.
Sun Siyuan's style is passionate and wild; he puts in a lot of effort during his performances, sweating profusely, as if he wants to burn his life out.
Modern fast-paced life is routine, monotonous, and boring, leaving people feeling suffocated. Sun Siyuan's performance gave the audience a shot in the arm, making them feel the passion and excitement that life should have.
Sun Siyuan's performances can draw everyone in, regardless of age or personality. Just watching him makes you feel like you're in that most unrestrained and carefree time.
Not only Sun Siyuan on stage, but the audience was also quite enthusiastic, jumping and dancing to the rhythm of the music, sweating profusely, without feeling tired at all.
The atmosphere at the scene was like boiling water, the heat never subsided.
Even the most energetic and spirited Sun Siyuan eventually ran out of energy, so he went offstage to rest, and the stage lights gradually dimmed.
The audience was extremely excited, but the music and performance suddenly stopped, leaving them feeling lost and empty.
No one knew what had happened; they looked bewildered and discussed it amongst themselves, thinking there had been a performance mishap.
Just then, the sound of plucked strings echoed from the stage.
Clear and pure, the last notes after the strings vibrated were incredibly clear, and there were no other noises, which contrasted sharply with the overly enthusiastic atmosphere before.
The audience paused for a few seconds, then looked towards the stage.
The platform slowly rose, and a figure holding a guitar appeared in everyone's view. The lighting was dim, and only the figure could be vaguely seen. The more dim the lighting, the more curious the audience became, wanting to see the face clearly.
The sound of plucked strings rang out again, and the scene was completely silent. After five or six seconds, an explosive accompaniment suddenly burst forth!
The stage lights were perfectly balanced, their intense brightness focused on that blurry figure.
Her thick, curled eyelashes cast soft shadows, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and her lines clean and crisp. The rose petals on her cheeks captivated the viewer's attention. The scene was vibrant and colorful, as if all the world's vibrant colors had gathered there.
Her neck was slender, her skin pale and cold, exuding a sense of fragility and brokenness. The red ribbon tied around her neck hung loosely, drawing a graceful arc in the air, languid and unrestrained, lightly brushing against her heart, leaving a tingling itch that made one want to grab it in their hand.
The silk shirt fabric clung tightly to his body, the collar was open, revealing a smooth chest, and the light reflected off the metal chains on his jacket was so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at him.
The guitar he was holding was very distinctive, topped with a metal skull, exuding an absurd aura of death. Mixed with the heavy metal sound, the effect was explosive, once again stirring the audience's emotions.
The atmosphere, which had been soaring high, finally reached its peak!
The audience below cheered excitedly, unable to take their eyes off the people on stage, feeling it was a waste not to even blink.
Mingming everyone was watching closely, it took a full minute before the audience belatedly realized that the person was Su Huaiming.
Surprise crashed in like a wave, completely burying my heart beneath it. This contrast and impact perfectly complemented the music, and the effect brought by Su Huaiming himself became part of the music as well.
Su Huaiming performed with all his might, and soon a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, making him look as if he had been washed. Strands of hair covered his forehead, and when he raised his eyes again, his gaze became hazy.
His eyebrows, eyes, the fluttering red ribbon, the arc of his fingers as he raised them, the beads of sweat sliding down his collarbone, the smooth lines of his arms, the fleeting glimpse of his wrist... all possess a strong personal style that is captivating.
The screams from the audience grew louder and louder; everyone was completely absorbed in the moment, as if they had gone mad.
Su Huaiming, as the source of everyone's emotions and the focus of everyone's attention, was immersed in the performance from beginning to end, never glancing at the screen and ignoring the audience.
His colors and style are extremely rich or intense, yet his emotions are restrained. The lines of his eyebrows and eyes are even somewhat indifferent, as if he has never been tainted by the world. However, all the strong desires of the world are gathered in him. At the extreme, this strong contrast gives everyone a greater sensory stimulation. It is as if the heart has been peeled open, and those unspeakable dark thoughts flow out, return to the world, and merge into one.
When Su Huaiming's performance ended, the audience was still in a daze, completely absorbed in the moment.
Su Huaiming had never attempted such a strenuous performance before. He was panting heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead, wetting his eyelashes, and disappearing into the corners of his eyes.
Su Huaiming felt his eyes stinging and couldn't help but close them, his vision becoming blurry.
The performance was thrilling but without incident, and Su Huaiming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed respectfully to everyone to take his bow, a stark contrast to the performers just now.
The audience, watching Su Huaiming suddenly become so well-behaved, were deeply moved and let out strange screams.
Su Huaiming paused for a few seconds, rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the sea of people below.
Just then, a voice rang out from the audience, incredibly loud, as if someone were holding a microphone.
"Button it up now, I won't allow anyone to see you like this!!"
Su Huaiming was stunned by the scene before him. He blinked blankly, stood stiffly on the stage, his mind a complete blank, and didn't know what to do for a moment.
The audience burst into laughter. It took Su Huaiming a full half minute to come to his senses. On the surface, he pretended to be nonchalant, as if he hadn't heard anything, but he subconsciously pursed his lips, his ear tips turned red, and he looked down at the stage, as if he was too shy to see anyone.
Su Huaiming's appearance was clearly captured by the camera and displayed on the largest screen, where all the audience members saw it, and friendly laughter filled the air.
Su Huaiming couldn't accept this style to begin with, and now being teased was beyond his tolerance. Amidst the audience's pleas for him to stay, he hurriedly walked off the stage.
His figure disappeared, but the red ribbon tied around his neck still fluttered in the air, touching people's hearts.
Sun Siyuan was about to go on stage again and didn't have time to talk to Su Huaiming, so he just gave him a thumbs up.
Most of the staff surrounded Sun Siyuan, while only a few staff members walked over to Su Huaiming and escorted him to the lounge.
Su Huaiming was very serious during his performance, and even now that he's offstage, he's still deeply immersed in it and can't calm down.
After the door to the lounge closed, Su Huaiming slumped onto the sofa, exhausted. The heat in his ears hadn't subsided. He wanted to gather his thoughts, but he was too embarrassed to face his past self, so he could only break down in silence.
Fortunately, he was alone in the lounge, where he could let down his guard and process his emotions.
Less than five minutes later, Su Huaiming heard a click as the door was pushed open.
He then realized that he had forgotten to lock the door and stared blankly at the entrance.
Fu Jingfan's figure appeared before him.
Upon seeing that the person who came was Fu Jingfan, Su Huaiming immediately lowered his guard and let out a long sigh of relief. He didn't even realize that his eyes were full of trust and affection.
Fu Jingfan closed the door and strode towards Su Huaiming, a rare hint of urgency in his usually composed demeanor.
Fu Jingfan was tall and imposing, standing in front of Su Huaiming, completely overshadowing him.
The light shone on him, but his eyes were dark and dull, like a gloomy place where no light could reach. Unspeakable emotions surged in his eyes, almost materializing.
Su Huaiming had specially arranged a seat for Fu Jingfan, but because he was too nervous and worried that he couldn't handle the style, he devoted himself to the performance and completely forgot about Fu Jingfan's existence, so he didn't see him on stage.
Su Huaiming, recalling the scene from just now, still felt a little embarrassed. He smiled at Fu Jingfan and asked, "Was I acting a little strange just now?"
"Not surprising," Fu Jingfan slightly, his gaze never leaving Su Huaiming from head to toe. He hooked the red ribbon around Su Huaiming's neck with his fingers and slowly wrapped it around him, his movements languid, as if he were playing with it.
Su Huaiming felt his neck being slowly pulled tighter. He was completely unprepared, like a soft and easy prey that could be done to him at will.
Fu Jingfan's hands braced against the sofa, his arms taut and strong, completely blocking out the light. Su Huaiming stared blankly at his reflection in Fu Jingfan's eyes, as if he were completely trapped within them.
He only then realized the danger, but it was too late; Fu Jingfan had already pressed down on him.
Sun Siyuan was performing, and the backstage staff were in a flurry of activity. One of the makeup artist's assistants rushed over, wanting a new lipstick.
It was his first time working here, and he was in a rush. In his panic, he forgot the location of the dressing room, and without hesitation, he grabbed the doorknob and pressed it down.
The door was opened a crack.
The dressing room should have been empty at this time, but he caught a glimpse of a pair of figures out of the corner of his eye, along with furnishings that were completely different from those in the dressing room.
The assistant didn't react immediately, still staring blankly into the room through the crack in the door.
A thin, frail person was standing with their back to him, wearing a silk shirt that felt strangely familiar to him.
The shirt hung loosely over his shoulders, revealing the smooth lines of his nape; the flowing fabric draped casually on both sides.
The red ribbon around her neck clung tightly to her skin, as if hooked from the front. Her jawline was taut, her body leaning forward, trembling as if enduring unimaginable pain.
The assistant stood in the doorway, his pupils constricted, almost forgetting to breathe.
He recognized the man as Su Huaiming.
The person standing in front of Su Huaiming was...
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a long, strong hand gripped Su Huaiming's shoulder, pulling him forcefully into a possessive embrace.
Su Huaiming's hair was slightly wavy and soft, with a strand peeking out from his otherwise striking black hair, swaying gently, revealing glimpses of his strong, masculine profile.
The assistant's gaze involuntarily followed, only to meet a pair of eyes.
His eyebrows and eyes had extremely sharp lines, his eyes were dark, and his gaze flashed with a cold, razor-sharp light, as if he wanted to pierce straight into flesh and blood.
A fierce and sinister aura surged in his eyes, and in a daze, the assistant felt as if he were being watched by a wild beast.
It was a wild beast, filled with bloodlust, that had been unjustly invaded its territory.
A chill ran up his spine, and the assistant couldn't help but shiver. His heart almost stopped, and his neck felt like it was being torn apart, making him feel extremely suffocated.
He dared not look any further, and with the last shred of his sanity, he closed the door with trembling hands.
They fled in disarray.
Chapter 96
The contrast between Su Huaiming's outfit and performance at his concert was striking; Mingming being Sun Siyuan's concert, his popularity was comparable to Sun Siyuan's.