From two hundred meters away, Jiang Chen watched Xu Shangao on stage, vibrant, fair-skinned, fashionable, fresh, dominating the era of non-mainstream.
Jiang Chen felt a bit distracted.
It wasn't that he was instantly in the mood to start reminiscing about youth.
Honestly speaking, many people were shouting excitedly and singing along, but as for the opening song, he really hadn't heard it before.
Just at that moment, he was thinking.
One or two decades have passed.
How does he still look so young? As if time had frozen on his face.
Was it like his songs suggest, that he got cosmetic injections?
"Friends from River City, good evening, I'm Xu Shangao."
After the opening akin to a disco track, Xu Shangao, who has deeply imprinted a generation, waved to the audience, and his bright smile was transmitted to every pair of eyes on three no-dead-angle big screens.
"Ah—"
This is the power of an idol.
Some girls were screaming more hysterically than a stray cat in some dark alley.
