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Walking hand in hand on the red carpet between the young couple, somewhat envious of mandarin ducks do not envy the immortal and immortal couple feeling.

At this moment, who knew how many celebrities and elderly fiancées had the thought of getting married.

How much helplessness and bitterness could there be under fame and fortune? One day, what was the point of being able to cultivate to the level of Song Haojun and his wife?

As the red carpet passed by, at the scene of the classical singing of the Wind and Cloud Ranking, the host had yet to appear, but on the big screen, first appeared Song Haojun's "An" MV.

The opening had been opened in such a way.

A white piano stood in a corner of the stage, quietly waiting for its owner.

Song Haojun hadn't received any rehearsals in advance. In fact, there would never be any rehearsal for classic singing. Everything was done on the spur of the moment, or if the person in charge had informed him beforehand, he wouldn't accept any fake songs.

There was no light effect or dancing, the stage belonged to the singer alone. Nothing could distract the audience.

Only sound, a sound that resonates with the soul, can remain here.

Song Haojun received prior notice, the person in charge just told him to prepare the program, his new album 5 songs, and the two previous album main songs.

Unexpectedly, his song was arranged for the opening performance.

Song Haojun was originally sitting below the stage with Han Tianning, chatting with some of the older generation musicians. When he suddenly saw An Lun on the screen, he was slightly startled.

The screen was displaying a scene without a sound. The light shone on the white piano, causing the entire venue to fall into a deathly silence.

Sitting next to Song Haojun was the president of the Music Association, the former famous rock singer Sun Hui.

Sun Hui extended his hand and smiled at him, indicating for him to go onstage.

The MV was like a silent movie, with Han Tianning's smiling face flashing up like a ray of sunlight.

Song Haojun turned his head and looked at the red-faced Han Tianning. In front of so many fans and seniors, he felt quite embarrassed to be able to play her video.

"Let's go up together." Song Haojun held her hand, wanting to pull her up onto the stage.

Han Tianning shook her head in panic. Although this concert wasn't as big as the one with hundreds of thousands of people, she was still a little nervous with so many famous musicians and seniors gathered below the stage.

Seeing her nervous expression, Song Haojun didn't force her anymore. Instead, he gave her a hug in front of the camera, giving her a kiss before stepping onto the stage.

Applause suddenly rang out. This was a satellite broadcast, live broadcast.

Countless people who loved music would wait for the music feast that would happen once every three years in front of the television.

The fans who were waiting outside the square and didn't get any tickets saw the huge screen on the billboard and the live broadcast. When they saw the camera following Han Tianning off the stage, they all screamed.

The white piano, waiting for the king of the stage.

A slender finger slowly fell on the black and white keys. Song Haojun couldn't see clearly from the bottom of the black platform, but he could see precisely where Han Tianning was sitting.

With a slight tug on his fingers, the first note popped out.

The camera switched between his fingers and Han Tianning's face.

The wedding ring shone like the starry sky, dancing on his fingertips.

Han Tianning smiled as he looked at the handsome man on the stage. He didn't sing. His pure piano performance was a melody that was said to heal wounds, filling up the entire space.

As the last note faded, Song Haojun's eyes flashed. He leaned over and said in a soft and gentle voice, "Ann, I love you."

The fans who were watching the live broadcast, after listening in, shouted like crazy, "I love you …"

Han Tianning smiled lightly and lowered his eyes somewhat bashfully. It seemed as if tears were flashing across his beautiful black eyes.

How embarrassing, this brat actually said such a thing in front of so many seniors. Aiya, even the camera turned around to take a close-up of her …

"Wait a moment, Lord Hao. Please wait a moment." The host was already waiting at the side. Seeing that Song Haojun had finished playing, he leisurely walked out and called out to him, who was about to step down from the stage, to stop.

Han Tianning saw that Number Four had moved his camera away and heaved a sigh of relief. She really didn't like the lens pointing at him.

Looking up at the stage, Han Tianning blinked his eyes. That female host … Is that Lydia?

The black dress that revealed her shoulders accentuated her model body. The faint smoke made her face appear perfect.

It seemed like she had undergone plastic surgery again, because at a glance, there was no difference between her and those Korean celebrities' faces. They were all carved out of the same mold and did not have their own style.

The male host was the famous Brother Jin in the hosting world. He had always used his sense of humor, his quick thinking, his grasp of the overall hosting style, and firmly held the position of the hosting world's Yige.

The first special prize started with Song Haojun.

The ceremony officially began.

Sitting next to Han Tianning was Feng Huang's boss, Qian Chou. They had chatted for a long time before the show started.

She had always maintained a good relationship with Qian Qu. Although they had separated from the peak, Han Tianning still hadn't forgotten Qian Qu's kindness. Therefore, as long as the money was complete, An Mo would try his best to help.

For example, in the second album MV, Song Haojun didn't want to look for other female protagonists, but after signing the two newcomers, Han Tianning arranged for them to appear on the MV.

"Liddy has jumped to the bottom of the other companies, Wenhua Media. They seem to want her to become their host." Qian Jin looked at the female host and smiled at Han Tianning.

"After all, a model is just a meal for youth. It would be beneficial for her if she could change her body as soon as possible." Han Tianning whispered with a smile.

The two of them were like father and daughter. Although they no longer worked together, their relationship was still very deep.

"Lidi..." I've treated her well enough. Back then, to praise her, how long did I get Emperor Hao to take her … "Ai, I didn't expect to bite back the moment I turned around. I can't hold back …" Qian Jin shook his head and muttered, "But the entertainment circle is like this. As long as they have fame and wealth, who would care about relationships? You and Lord Hao got it right. "

Han Tianning looked at Liddy who was on the stage. She was interviewing Song Haojun's speech, and her charming eyes continuously drifted about.

This is the entertainment industry...

When she was on the blog, she had pretended to be innocent, tacitly admitting that Song Haojun had cheated her of her feelings and even created some "Beginner's Night Gate".

Now, with the return of Song Haojun, she immediately deleted the blogs, but still took advantage of Song Haojun's excitement. She would definitely take advantage of this situation and thoroughly understand the rules of the entertainment circle.

Song Haojun finally left the stage and saw Han Tianning chatting with Qian Jin, but he didn't interrupt her. Instead, he handed the trophy back to his assistant, who quietly sat by her side.

"The acceptance speech for the award is really cool." Han Tianning turned his head and said to Song Haojun with a smile.

When Lydia had asked him to give his acceptance speech, Song Haojun had said to the cameras and the audience: "Because you are true musicians, I will keep this trophy safe."

What he meant was that he didn't care about the other rankings at all, and these older generation musicians were the ones who were wise enough to recognize heroes.

However, that was indeed the case. Although Song Haojun had some small and large activities, he was more focused on the public service. Some of the people that invited him were on the Wind Cloud Ranking, while An Mo had sent assistants over, so he didn't show himself at all.

Song Haojun faintly smiled. This was originally the case, but he was only speaking the truth.

His music occupied the top five in all the rankings, and the top five were all his albums' five songs. From this, one could see how popular he was.

But those vulgar awards parties of extremely low value, he disdained to go, and he found it boring to be on the same stage as a group of singers who were hopping and singing slobbering songs.

This evening is different. The best musicians, singers, and singers in Asia are gathered together.

They had all led an era and continued to be sung as immortal classics by future generations.

This was a gathering of heroes in the music industry.

Wei Ning was blowing the air conditioner in the hotel room and watching TV.

It was 7: 30 P.M. Beijing time, a little past 1 P.M. in South Africa. It was the hottest time over here, and the crew couldn't go out to look at the scenery, so everyone was taking a break.

At this moment, the global satellite synchronization, was broadcasting the classic singing Wind and Cloud Ranking Awards Gala.

Wei Ning sat cross-legged on the bed. From the start, he watched as his cousin husband got out of the nanny car, then stood outside the door in a gentleman's manner. He pulled his cousin out of the car and gave them all the footage on the red carpet.

He then looked at Song Haojun playing by the piano, and at the time the last note was finished, he lowered his head in a gentle and melodious voice, "An, I love you …"

The camera switched to the audience as the fans on the stage shouted, 'An, Mo, we love you!'

A close-up of Han Tianning's face. She lowered her head, a faint smile of happiness on her lips. She shyly avoided the camera as her eyes flashed with tears.

Wei Ning smoked a tissue. His nose was sore and he felt like crying.

Seeing how happy his loved ones were, he suddenly wanted to get married as well.

He looked at the stage, his entire body emitting an enchanting aura. He looked down at his gentle and lovely cousin. He also wanted to have a home of his own, with a person holding hands to protect him.

But that person couldn't be found...

Wei Ning found himself being too emotional lately, like a sensitive little woman.

"Dong Dong Dong".

There was a polite knock on the door.

The hotel they stayed in had three presidential suites specially reserved for them.

Although it was called a presidential suite, it was actually not luxurious. It was only a second suite and did not have the perfect set of facilities.

The room assigned by the director was in a suite with Wei Ning and the female lead, as well as the female lead's assistant.

The one who knocked on the door was the heroine, Viran. She was wearing a cool pink Prada skirt that revealed her slender white arms and thighs. Her long hair was let loose, revealing her beautiful face.

"Ugh …" What can I do for you? " Wei Ning opened the door and asked awkwardly.

"My television in my room is broken. Can I watch the live broadcast of the music charts here?" Wei Ran smiled sweetly. "Erm … I really like Song Haojun, he's a fan. "

"Oh …" "Sure." Wei Ning leaned over and let her in. He suddenly felt that something wasn't right, but he couldn't say where, "That TV's broken. Tell the waiter to come in and see what's going on."