Chapter 885: Milu, a talented arranger, is here!

Lu Xinnuan hurriedly held up a gentle and generous smile, raising his hand to wave to the man and woman who came across.
"Uncle, Miss Shen!"
She recognized Fu Yu and met Shen Yixin several times.
But don't want to--
Fu Yu seemed to be watching something intently. When he passed by her, he didn't even look at her, but just wiped away.
Lu Xinnuan's hand froze in the air, making it very embarrassing.
It was clearly under the nose, but she was completely absent from the opponent's eyes!
Ignore it completely!
However, Shen Yixin suddenly felt that something was not right. After looking back, she suddenly realized that it became very plain. She only nodded at Lu Xinnuan, stepped up and quickly followed Fu Yu towards the entrance.
Fu Yu and Shen Yixin came to the ticket gate and breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Lu Mian.
"Mianmian!"
Fu Yu greeted Lu Mian, while Shen Yixin took the extra two tickets and went to the ticket inspector to explain the situation.
Lu Mian put away the phone, a little confused.
Xiao Qimo asked in a low voice, "The message you just sent to your uncle?"
"Ang." Lu Mian answered vaguely.
Shen Yixin, a talented piano girl, helped, and Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo went in smoothly.
When passing by the ticket inspector, the other's eyes seemed to flash hesitantly.
Lu Mian didn't care, and went into the infield with his little uncle.
And Lu Xinnuan was standing next to them, completely ignored from beginning to end, from top to bottom.
"Heart is warm, that... let's go backstage and prepare for the show!"
Xue Lu took Lu Xinnuan's arm and went backstage.
Shen Yixin took Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo to a separate area. The location is moderately far from the stage, not a VIP location, but it is considered better.
After all, those front row center positions are specific areas reserved for celebrities, big names, and seniors in the circle.
Lu Mian naturally followed Shen Yixin. As he got closer and closer to his seat, he finally saw who was sitting in this area.
"Now, these are all Mi Lu fans. The tickets we bought specially together are waiting for Mr. Mi Lu to appear!" Shen Yixin explained with a blushing face, the stars gleaming under her eyes showed how much she expected.
She knew that Lu Mian would play Milu's tunes, and he was probably a small fan, so she brought them here.
Lu Mian glanced at the fans in this area. They were holding official support cards in twos and threes, and the words "Ghost Arrangement" and "Mr. Milu" were shining brightly on it.
Lu Mian raised his head and rubbed his painful temple.
Xiao Qimo gave Shen Yixin a gentle smile.
"Miss Shen, congratulations." He said sincerely.
After all, she inherited Shen Yixin's love tonight, and the other party has been advancing and retreating with a degree, which can be counted as people in their circle. It's nothing to say a kind word.
Shen Yixin smiled introvertedly, "It's my honor to let Master Mo congratulate me."
While speaking, she looked towards the center of the stage with some fascination, her gentle face tried her best to restrain her emotions.
Others don't know what Milu means to her, only she knows.
In the gloomy days, in the time when she was forced to give up her dreams, it was Milou's music that made her through the most difficult stage with gritted teeth.
Milu's music is like Populus in the desert.
Life does not die for a thousand years, death does not fall for a thousand years, but immortality for a thousand years.
Tenacious, stubborn, arbitrary, indulgent.
The eternal king's posture.
Tonight, she just wanted to take a look at the king in her heart.
I believe the Milu fans present here also feel this way.
Just like Fu Yu, didn't he have a difficult time?
Fu Yu's gentle eyes swept across Shen Yixin's face, and the light under his eyes seemed to flash for a while, and soon disappeared. He invited Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian to sit down, and the fans behind also handed over a new cheer card.
"Everyone is braised powder, you are welcome!"
Lu Mian held a shiny card:...
Xiao Qimo looked back at the fan base of nearly a hundred people behind him, and roughly estimated the male to female ratio, half and half.
He sat down and asked Lu Mian, "Milu...is a man and a woman?"
Could it be that this girl said not to be angry because of her past, referring to the fact that she likes Milou?
Didn’t the little say that W is her only idol?
"..."
Shen Yixin covered her mouth and heard the implicit meaning in this sentence.
"We all call him Mr. Milu, Lord Mo, you said he is a man and a woman? But don’t worry, Miss Lu’s heart will always be with you. If you have heard Milu’s music, I think you might like it too This ghost arranger..."
Fu Yu also coughed slightly, and as his younger uncle, hinted Xiao Qimo not to be jealous.
"..." Xiao Qimo pushed down his glasses, slightly alleviating his embarrassment.
Forget it, there are elders here, so let him hold back.
The three talked to each other, but Lu Mian was too silent.
"That..." Lu Mian pinched the mask with his fingers, let himself take a deep breath, and finally opened his mouth with a strange expression, "I want to say something."
Both Xiao Qimo and Fu Yu looked at her.
Shen Yixin wanted to listen, but the phone in his palm rang first.
She apologized: "Miss Lu, sorry, I still have to go and give people two tickets here. Wait for me for a while!"
Shen Yixin picked up the bag and left while answering the phone.
Xiao Qimo keenly caught the key words, "Mr. Fu, wasn't the person you were going to pick up just now?"
Fu Yu shook his head, "I'm picking up two fans. I saw you two standing there halfway, so I picked you up first. What's wrong?"
"..."
Xiao Qimo didn't speak, but looked at Lu Mian rather deeply.
What's wrong, you have to ask the little bastard.
Lu Mian watched Shen Yixin's back drift away, slowly retracting the rather complicated eyes.
She coughed, "None of you must be angry tonight."
Fu Yu:?
Xiao Qimo:?
When the two men were at a loss, Lu Mian took off his mask and stood up while fanning the wind.
"I'll go to the bathroom first."

Lu Mian did not go to the bathroom, but went backstage.
The staff who came and went trotting anxiously and eagerly, and their busy appearance was in stark contrast to that of Lu Mian, who was leisurely and leisurely.
From time to time, Lu Mian could hear dialogues such as "Mr. Milu is here" and "Host, please get ready" on their walkie-talkies.
She lifted her leg to the chief planner's lounge.
As the chief planner of this music festival, Qiao Yaqian hurriedly talked to the walkie-talkie.
"Assistant Fang will come over and help me check the process one last time. I'm going to pick someone up right now."
Assistant Fang: "Mr. Qiao, who is the other party? Can I help you, the chief planner, pick it up?"
"It's Mr. Milou! I have invited him several times, and I finally invited him in person."
Assistant Fang: "Ah! That should be picked up in person..."
"The person is at the ticket gate now. He doesn't have a ticket. The ticket is with me. Come and help me!"
After Qiao Yaqian finished speaking, she opened the door of the lounge, and it happened that Lu Mian had already walked over.
The two of them hit face-to-face unexpectedly.