A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Back then, Li Mushang and Chen Jia met a female anchor by chance on the street. After they sang a song "Daughter's Love" together, they thought they would make a similar tribute work.

Their generation grew up accompanied by "Journey to the West" and "My Fair Princess" almost every summer vacation when they were young, which is so impressive.

After the creation was finished, he never found a suitable opportunity to release it. Now that the other party has sent it to this level, it is really sleepy and sent a pillow.

Of course, he did not act arbitrarily, but went to Xu Shan to explain the situation.

"What I mean is to announce it in advance. Since the opponent wants to fight, I will definitely not refuse anyone."

Xu Shan shook his head: "I think we can think about it again."

"Revealing my work before the concert will undoubtedly reduce the audience's sense of expectation. Yuehua has been forced to do so. The ticket sales are not good, so I can only overdraw the sense of expectation."

"The tickets for your Bird's Nest are sold normally. Although some of them have not been sold yet, there should be no problems as time goes by."

"Wouldn't it be better to keep the suspense in the concert?"

Li Mushang nodded after thinking for a moment, what Xu Shan said was not wrong at all, he is not a person who is particularly willing to compromise and regress, so he entered into a misunderstanding before.

This is really a sentence that wakes up the dreamer. He is currently in the leading position in this battle for the concert, and there is no need to follow the opponent's rhythm.

Actually, Yuehua had already made up their minds. According to their understanding of Li Mushang, the other party will definitely release the same song. At that time, regardless of the quality of the work, they will publicize this battle to increase exposure and attention.

When Li Mushang's tickets are sold out, the audience who are still curious will choose their artist Huahua's Gongti concert.

This was a conspiracy, but after waiting for several days in a row, Li Mushang's Weibo did not disclose any information, which undoubtedly made Yuehua feel like he was punching cotton.

One month later, on the eve of the New Year's Eve, the streets of Yanjing were very festive, and temple fairs that had not been seen for a long time also popped up one after another.

There are still a lot of migrant workers in the city of Yanjing, and many migrant workers will return to their hometowns before the Spring Festival, but there is not much time left for them to shop at that time.

So the time around New Year's Day is the peak time for shopping.

The four of them, Chen Jia, Li Mushang, Yang Jinxin, and Uncle Mu Yang, have hardly been out of the house during this period of time, and the high-intensity practice every day made everyone feel exhausted.

The concert will be held in three days. Li Mushang called off the rehearsal today. If the work is almost practiced, it will 100% affect the official performance. The best time now is to let everyone rest and relax.

"Brothers, we have been busy for more than a month, and today happens to be a big temple fair, how about we go out for a stroll?"

Li Mushang's proposal was unanimously agreed by everyone, and Chen Jia cheered even more: "That's good. I like going to temple fairs the most."

Let's go if we say go, and go to the temple fair in a hurry.

After the four changed into casual clothes, they put on masks and sunglasses and walked out of the gate of Haidie Entertainment.

Yanjing in winter is really giving face today, the sun is rare, shining on everyone's faces, dispelling a trace of chill.

The four of them stretched in unison, then got into the car and drove towards a refurbished old alley in Yanjing.

When there were still four streets away from the place where the temple fair was held, the car was completely blocked and unable to move.

They got off the car ahead of time and chose to walk there, talking and laughing along the way, feeling really relaxed.

There were also people around who recognized them and wanted to sign autographs and take photos, but they were all politely refused.

Now they are a time for private activities, and to be honest, I don't want to be disturbed.

At the entrance of the big temple fair, look up and see the dense crowd is extremely exaggerated, and all kinds of cries come to your ears.

These small vendors don't know where they learned the tone of selling, and it seems to pull people into time and space in an instant, back to decades ago.

First of all, Chen Jia's eyes lit up, and she pointed to the distance not far away and shouted happily: "Candied haws!"

Yang Jinxin and Uncle Mu Yang were not very interested, so they pursed their lips and said, "That thing is a hawthorn, wrapped in sugar with pigments."

"The shell is too sweet, and the hawthorn is sour. What's there to eat?"

Chen Jia retorted: "Taste is one thing, mainly candied haws. It looks good!"

The early candied haws were not as varied as they are now. There are only two kinds of hawthorn and apple. If you want to say that the taste is really not good, it is indeed a childhood memory of many people.

With a bunch of candied haws in hand, Chen Jia ate it in one gulp. The red shell of candy hung directly on his mouth, like a disfigured little cat.

Li Mushang reluctantly took out a wet tissue from his pocket and reached out to help wipe it.

Uncle Mu Yang and Yang Jinxin booed, making Chen Jia blush.

In addition to the regular dragon and lion dance performances in the temple fair every day, the most important thing is the small vendors who sell goods. There are many things that you can hardly see outside.

At this moment, Uncle Mu Yang stopped in front of an old man. There was a pot in front of the old man. There was a stove under it that was constantly heating up. There was a small bamboo tube next to it with bamboo sticks in it.

Everyone was a little curious, Li Mushang asked, "What is this?"

Uncle Mu Yang said as if you were all bumpkins, "Maltose!"

"When I was a child, it was fifty cents a turn, and the malt candy I used for drawing whatever the zodiac sign turned to."

The craft of sugar painting still exists in many ancient towns, but the price is very different from that in the past. Anyway, more money is for crafts.

The old man in front of him looked up at the four people standing in front of his stall and said, "One piece of stir-fried sugar, twenty maltose in a can, all boiled by hand by me."

This price has to be said to be really cheap. Uncle Mu Yang's eyes lit up when he heard the candy, and he knelt down and said, "Excuse me, bring me a candy."

The old man nodded and took two small bamboo sticks in his hand, put them into the heated maltose, and with a flick of his wrist, a lump of sugar sticked on the bamboo sticks.

Li Mushang had seen this thing outside elementary school when he was a child, but he didn't know how to stir it at all. Back then, he just put it in his mouth and ate it.

After Uncle Mu Yang took over the stirred sugar, he quickly stirred it in the shape of 8, and a miraculous thing happened that the malt sugar gradually changed from caramel color to light yellow, and finally turned golden yellow after a few minutes and was fixed.

"Try it?"