"Please make way, I’m going to faint," but like Mo Xixi, everyone couldn’t hear or distinguish clearly, "Yimo Yisheng, a thorough devil."
With a "whoosh", the black coffin was ruptured by the gas, the glass shattered on the stage, the specially designed glass that lacked sharp edges broke, and the man in a black see-through outfit disappeared in the white gas. More feathers fell from the sky, no longer Black Feather, this time it was white snow.
Was it real snow? A piece of snow also stuck on Xia You’s face, the chilling snowflakes heightening emotions to another peak.
High in the sky, Yimo Yisheng holding a microphone with one hand, and hanging by the other hand above the crowd, his black clothing transformed into a Greek-style robe, beginning to move slowly across the Red Stone Stadium.
Needless to say, another sucking sound was heard. Xia You, like everyone else, looked up at the man in the sky, whose overly contrived actions flowed together with unmatched naturalness.
The gorgeous stage, the devilish enchanting sounds from hell, at that moment, all vanished.
"Ah," Xia You shouted out loud, next to her, Mo Xixi, slightly more sober, was finally keeping up their pace and has also become a fan of "Death Track"...
"Watch out for that pulley," Xia You had barely finished speaking when "Yimo Yisheng", still hanging in mid-air, felt his arm swerve abruptly, the roller moving above his head sparked profusely, and he exhaled sharply, throwing the microphone forcefully into the air. A steel wire flew out of the microphone’s base, hanging from the pressure wire, the original pulley dislodged from the steel track, falling into the crowd.
The band members finally reacted, stopping their play, and the fans also snapped back to reality, staring dumbfounded at the falling pulley.
The steel wire whipped down to the ground, the man in the robe landed agilely like a cheetah on the ground.
"Yimo, are you alright?" A delicate figure appeared on stage, Xiu Na, like a wounded canary, stumbled towards "Yimo Yisheng." But Yimo did not comfort her immediately like the previous times, instead, he looked towards the audience. In his eyes, there was no panic, the series of accidents occurring over the last few days had made him fully prepared, but... Xiu Na followed the direction of Yimo’s gaze, looking down into the crowd.
Thirteen thousand pairs of eyes, each bearing different emotions. Some were shy and timid from Lu Yi’s gaze, others were utterly panic-stricken by the recent event. None of these were in Lu Yimo’s notice, he was looking in only one direction, at just one person, out of thirteen thousand pairs of eyes, all else became irrelevant.
Mo Xixi’s face flushed, "Xiao You, Yimo is looking at us," she touched her face, screaming continuously, her makeup must have been a mess at this point.
A palpitation flashed through Lu Yimo’s eyes as he stretched his hand towards a direction in the crowd.
"Now Yimo will perform ’Yimo Yisheng’ for everyone," the band’s guitarist picked up the microphone, according to tonight’s schedule, this song was to be sung at the end, but the recent mishap caused Yimo to hint at an early performance.
Xiu Na listened to Yimo’s voice, unprecedentedly gentle, his tone contained some other emotion.
That emotion, instantly transmitted to the person his hand reached towards.
Xia You watched that hand, several bold fans tried to reach out, but his hand deftly avoided them.
Lu Yimo’s hands were as refined and elegant as his height suggested, only at the tips of his fingers were several calluses, familiar to his fans, those were from his early singing practice days. Despite Xia You’s warning which elicited his immediate reaction to the pulley accident, the wire still cut a bloody line across his index finger.
"My lucky girl," Lu Yimo’s words reminded everyone, it was this female fan who had reacted first just now, Xiu Na warily looked at Xia You, while others started chanting, "lucky girl." Though Mo Xixi wished it had been her who spotted the danger and was now on stage receiving Yimo’s song, but since the incident had occurred, as long as Yimo was alright, everything else was negotiable, she pushed Xia You forward.
Xia You could only grasp Lu Yimo’s hand, being led by him onto the stage.
The familiar song, no longer a bewitching devil’s tune, but a deep sound like a loving murmur of a clear spring. Lu Yimo held Xia You’s hand, leading her onto the stage, leaving Xiu Na abandoned on stage.
The fans followed the figures walking towards the center of the stage, singing along, the continuous white snow falling on the moving silhouette ahead.
The burning sensation of the Phoenix Tail Butterfly on her chest ceased, the suffocation also disappeared, as the song concluded, a stunningly handsome face appeared before Xia You, the man’s unexpectedly soft lips lightly brushed her cheek, his lips moving, saying something.
The fans below envied, screaming, no one could hear clearly what Lu Yimo whispered to Xia You. Tonight, a whole city envied Xia You.
The night, for Xia You, was bewildering, as it was too late, she ended up sleeping at Mo Xixi’s house. On the way home, Mo Xixi kept asking, what it felt like to be in close contact with Lu Yimo?
"Very warm, like an old friend," was Xia You’s feeling, and simultaneously, Lu Yimo’s feeling. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)