Sweet and Soft Girl is Six Years Old: The Whole People Are Addicted To Raising Daughters - Chapter 469

This is the fifth time that the lucky band has been invited to participate in the World Music Festival.

There is a lot of discussion online, with various headlines exaggerating, such as:

#Fortunate to meet the band to fight the World Music Festival again, are they defeated again? #

#huaguomusiccan it create greater glories? #

#She, gradually lonely musical talent#

#Compared to the world’s top bands, some people’s skills are mediocre#

Such untrue headlines that bloggers are eye-catching, but fortunately to meet the band’s growing fan base, it’s called a frenzy.

Gathered under this type of article, venting my inner anger.

【Are you blind? ! When did Lucky Yu go to the World Music Festival and didn’t get the award? 】

[The World Music Festival is about to be held, and I deliberately made such false remarks. Are you Chinese? 】

[Fortunately, the band is fighting outside? Do you still have the leisure to slander the lucky band? 】

[Little Cotton has no musical talent, so who has musical talent? 】

[Heh, Little Cotton won the Lifetime Achievement Award at the Huaguo Teana Music Festival two years ago. how? Isn’t China’s highest music award an award? 】

[And some people’s skills are mediocre? If it’s really ordinary, why did Orlando invite the lucky band to collaborate with him on songs? 】

[The sunspots don’t recognize the Lifetime Achievement Award that Little Cotton won at the Teana Music Festival, can they still not recognize the Lifetime Achievement Award that Orlando won at the World Music Festival? 】

[Sincerely wish the lucky band to return triumphantly, and Xiao Mianhua successfully won the best band award in my heart! ! 】

As for the old fans of the lucky band, they have long been accustomed to it.

Well, luckily the band will use the facts to slap the face of the sunspots and the unscrupulous media people who deliberately attract attention.

If you want to win the Best Band Award the most, it is Pei Yan.

Whether he can win the Best Band Award is a matter of his life!

Three years have passed since Xu Zimian’s promise.

After the New Year, Little Cotton will celebrate her twenty-eighth birthday.

The biting cold wind from the United States was blowing head-on. Looking at the two people who showed their affection, Pei Yan silently wrapped his coat tightly.

Noticing Pei Yan’s constant glances, Xu Zimian stopped revising the score.

Going to Pei Yan and sitting down, he put his hand on Pei Yan’s forehead gently, “I wore too little yesterday, are you sick?”

The warm forehead touched Xu Zimian’s cold little hand, and Pei Yan couldn’t help shivering twice.

He quickly grabbed Xu Zimian’s hand, put it in his warm pocket, and frowned, “Why are your hands so cold?”

Xu Zimian stuck out the tip of his tongue playfully, trying to pass the level.

Pei Yan sighed helplessly, and passed his body temperature to Xu Zimian through his clenched hands.

Dotingly said: “You, you! Once you are immersed in music, it is easy to forget everything.”

Tang Tang jumped over happily, accidentally glanced at Xu Zimian’s newly revised score, and took a breath, “So complicated?!”

There are still three days before the start of the World Music Festival, are they really in time? !

Xu Zimian’s eyes fell on the carefully prepared new song, and she said “um”: “I want to give this song to all the listeners on the performance show at the World Music Festival.”

Feeling the seriousness in Xu Zimian’s words, Jiang Yu laughed and showed two rows of white teeth.

Full of energy, he shouted: “Little Cotton is our leader!”

“Yes!” Tang Tang jumped to Jiang Yu’s side and gave Jiang Yu a tacit slap, “There are still three days, rush rush!!”

After three days of hard work, Xu Zimian and the four finally hone the new song to the performance level.

The strong Pei Yan didn’t catch a cold, but Xu Zimian did.

Pei Yan, who had hurriedly bought the medicine and returned, asked worriedly, “How many degrees?”

Xu Zimian, who was lying on the bed, obediently handed the thermometer to Tang Tang.

Tang Tang looked at the thermometer and frowned: “Thirty-eight degrees seven.”

Gently helped Xu Zimian straighten her messy temples, “Little Mianmian, let’s just rest.”

“No.” Xu Zimian sat up straight and reached for the costume.

They have been preparing for this year’s World Music Festival for a long time.

How can I be absent because of illness?

If she misses the Best Band Award because of this, she will definitely regret it for the rest of her life!

Tang Tang took the lead in hugging Xu Zimian’s performance costume and disagreed: “As long as the band is fortunate enough to stay, we can continue to fight in two years.”

In November in New York City, the average daily maximum temperature is just over ten degrees Celsius.

For the best performance, the costumes are thin.

She didn’t want to see Little Cotton get sicker and pass out on the stage!

Pei Yan silently walked to Xu Zimian’s side and put the ice stick on her forehead.

After pouring a cup of hot water, he used his own hand to feed Xu Zimian the medicine.

Xu Zimian blinked pitifully, and said coquettishly, “Brother Ayan…”

Tang Tang sternly reminded: “Dog Pei Yan!”

Don’t be soft-hearted for a while and let Xiao Cotton perform on stage, which will lead to aggravation of the disease.

Pei Yan smoothed Xu Zimian’s long hair and reached out to Tang Tang, “Give the clothes to Xiao Mian.”

He saw the birth of this album with his own eyes, and he understood the hard work and dedication of Cotton, and his desire for the Best Band Award.

She wants so much to stand on the podium with her friends!

Facing Pei Yan’s deep eyes, Tang Tang swallowed the words back into his stomach and opened his mouth silently.

Why doesn’t she know Little Cotton’s wish?

He exhaled a breath of turbid air in compromise, handed the clothes to Xiao Mianhua, and fiercely urged: “If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me immediately, and you must not hide it, do you know?!”

Xu Zimian smiled and saluted, “Follow the teachings of the eldest sister!”

Arriving at the lounge prepared by the World Music Festival for the finalists, Tang Tang, who was worried, took out the thermometer again.

Xu Zimian reassured: “Don’t worry, eldest sister, I feel much better.”

Pei Yan took the thermometer in Tang Tang’s hand and looked down.

I don’t know if the effect of the medicine started to work, but Xiao Mianhua’s body temperature dropped to thirty-seven degrees six.

Knowing that her body temperature had dropped, Xu Zimian slowly exhaled.

He smiled and stretched out his hand, “Show show, come on!”

Pei Yan and the three looked at each other, put their hands on the back of Xu Zimian’s hands in tacit understanding, and encouraged, “Come on!”

After ten years of hard work, Lucky Yu is no longer a globally unknown band that participated in the World Music Festival.

As an old friend of the World Music Festival, the lucky band was arranged on a large stage with an increased number of people, and now it can accommodate up to 18,000 people.

Fans are spread all over the world, and the album is firmly in the top three of the sales list.

This year, the stage performance of the lucky band was arranged at 8:00 p.m. during the prime time.

Fear of not being able to squeeze into the venue of the big stage, the fans who had dinner rushed to the big stage early.

The warm atmosphere and loud shouts will surely ignite the hottest climax tonight!