Superstars of Tomorrow - Chapter 507 What comes from the past also belongs to the past (end)

From the application for opening of the Immigration Program to the approval of the first batch of people, during the half-year observation period, no matter online or offline, it has not been quiet, and every corner of every continent is in an excited and agitated restlessness .

Netizens started to talk about this topic every day, and manufacturers have frequently used these tips to seize the market. The celebrity endorsement is indispensable. Even if some manufacturers have long spoken and do not need a spokesperson, the merchants ’online and offline activities Will still invite stars to drive popularity.

And gradually, who has more celebrities and more coffee, and who can invite top-level traffic in various industries, that is, strong brands have strong standards. Of course, if the stars and experts can be moved together, the public will feel more reliable.

Therefore, this half year can be said to be a highlight moment for stars from all continents, and even some of them have faded out of public view, and ushered in the second spring of their careers.

Fang Zhao, as a public safety propagandist and ambassador for the extraterrestrial immigration project, never faded out of people's vision. Although he did not pick up a commercial activity during this period, as long as people take public transportation, watch videos on the Internet, and go to entertainment venues He would not know who this person is, even the blind face can recognize his face.

Fang Zhao is still active in the endorsement of billboards, only flamingo headphones and game consoles.

As the spokesperson of the high-end products of the flamingo headset world, the two earliest high-end products and the tenth-generation game machine, Fang Zhao also cooperated with the production of new advertising short films, and sales have also ushered in a new peak. The flamingo company's face was almost grinning.

Now, after half a year has passed, the people who submitted the immigration application have also got the final result. Some people are happy and some are worried, but for the public, this is a good thing and a worthy event to remember.

TV stations of all continents, major live broadcast platforms, and people from the media started to follow up a week before the migration. By this day, they would have to grab the news if they did not eat or drink.

Yanzhou.

At the bottom of the building complex, a young man dragged the box out of the old elevator while holding a live broadcast tool.

"Hello everyone, I am the anchor bug, I am now set off!"

The current anchor bug is clean and fresh, even the nails are rounded and shiny, and the whole person is shiny. If he is not an old fan who pays attention to him, he will not be able to equate him with the waste house that used to speak "humbly ..." six months ago.

This one really changed 180 degrees. The day he got the result of the review, he was crying in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers. Then, his spirit was different.

The worm dragged the box out of the dim building, "I'm moving! I got the review result and I submitted the welfare house application over there. It's passed, at least don't worry about having no place to live or live in a group dormitory after the past. I also applied for a job, the preliminary review has passed, just wait for the interview there ...

I'm going to the concentration point in the community, and then go to the station with others, and then take the aircraft to Yanzhou Airport. I heard that Fang Zhao will also pass today, and we can take a photo with him if we got a lucky sign when we went to the airport to go through the procedures! ! "

Walking on the streets of Black Street, the bug looked up and looked at the narrow, bright blue space between the towering buildings. The last time, he used his eyes to outline the sky above his head.

The gust of rust and decay is still blowing in the oncoming wind, but the state of mind is completely different from the past.

The worm laughed and dragged the box to speed up the pace, said to the audience in the live broadcast room, "Seeing the meeting point! A lot of cars ... All the first people who moved in our continent will go to Yanzhou Airport later. Concentrate, but also go through the formalities to check the identity. I will be very busy later. I will suspend the live broadcast first. Everyone can watch the official live broadcast. This time, there will be a live broadcast of the official transfer ~~~

So, everyone, see you on the 2nd! "

After the live broadcast was closed, the bug registered at the community's centralized point and walked into the waiting room under the guidance of the staff.

The TV screen in the waiting room is broadcasting "Above the Sky", which is now in the second season, and many people are chasing this drama.

I thought the first season was good, but after the second season came out, the praise was even worse, especially the music. The playback and download volume of various music platforms far exceeded the first season.

The first season can't be said badly, the soundtrack can't be played, it is very contagious, it is impressive in the short term, but it is not profound, and can be forgotten after a month. The second season, not to mention the theme melody and opening and ending, is some soundtrack, when you hear it, there will be an urge to search for collections.

Little Bug's own playlist is full of Fang Zhao's works, from the old works to those that appeared in the latest season two.

After waiting in the waiting room for a while, the bug was arranged to get on the bus.

I can't see the TV screen, but the sound of music keeps running into my ears.

The sound of strings like water unfolds the picture, the piano sounds like a far-flung star, and the lights are behind him.

Silent cosmic space, the glazed nebula moves.

In the melody as bright as the stars, the little percussive sounds of the stars seem to have a constant emotion and perseverance, which gradually become clear.

The clouds broke away.

Seeing the glory of the past, but also seeing the new light.

The sunlight shone on the pupils, and the mood suddenly became brighter.

A little shocked, and a little touched, the steps became light.

The bug and other people took the flying car away, and the uneasiness in their hearts slowly subsided, looking at the gradually away ground and large towering buildings, and at the brighter sky.

"It's nice to be open."

He is not a genius, but a plain mortal, but every time he listens to Fang Zhao's music, he feels that he can become the kind of person he wants to be.

and so……

"What's my favorite Fang Zhao!"

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A hotel in Qi'an, Yanzhou.

A mature and stable elite like Nanfeng is talking to Fang Zhao about the next arrangement.

He is no longer the kind of stability that was previously designed to maintain people, but it is real. Looking at it makes people feel that there is nothing that can make him panic. Level talents. Nanfeng also thinks he is like this!

A lot of people familiar with Nanfeng before, were very surprised to see this change of Nanfeng, and did not understand how he changed so much in a short time.

When asked, Nanfeng just smiled casually and said a few jokingly.

The southerly wind, which was easy to be praised by others in the past, now has no fluctuations in my heart when I hear other people's praise.

Others think he is acting.

Nanfeng ... I don't know if I'm pretending.

But one thing is certain. In this small team, his status is only a little higher than that of Yan Biao and Zuo Yu.

"... 9 o'clock Yanzhou TV interview ...

From 10 o'clock to 12 o'clock, the heads of the airport publicity department on twelve continents have video conversations and answer reporters' questions online ...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I went to Yanzhou Airport with the Qi'an convoy ...

3:30 ...

Four o'clock……

Departing the outer space port at five o'clock ...

Attend the Airport Press Conference at 8 pm in Yanzhou time, live broadcast throughout ... "

Nan Feng talked about the rest of the work arrangements today, and some of them were fine-tuned compared to yesterday.

"Boss, today you only have lunch for two hours at noon. I will reject all the visitors. You have to guarantee the rest time, and then you will be very busy. You will have to change the style before departure in the afternoon.

"I go out at noon." Fang Zhao said.

Nanfeng was stunned, not asking much, "Then ... shall I arrange the car?"

"No, I'm going out alone. You are optimistic about curls."

Nanfeng understood that this was Fang Zhao's private affair and did not want others to follow.

"Ok!"

Fang Zhao will go out alone at noon, without curls, Nanfeng can only ... play games with it.

After finishing work in the morning, after lunch at noon, Fang held a very low-key car to leave the hotel.

After passing the black street where he once lived, Fang Zhao stopped at the parking lot for a while.

The midday sun passes through the facilities criss-crossing above, and sporadic points are projected on the ground of Black Street.

A group of children kicked the ball and then looked enviously at the flying cars flying upward.

"My mother said it was our turn to move the next batch!"

"My dad said the same! Our family moved!"

"I heard that the new home has a big grass, so it doesn't hurt to fall!"

A group of children screamed in excitement, talking loudly about the news they heard.

Fang Zhao smiled and drove away, then came to the Yanzhou Martyrs Cemetery and walked into the cemetery.

The tomb-keepers in the cemetery are already familiar with Fang Zhao. They don't necessarily know the stars of the fire, but they remember clearly.

When they first saw Fang Zhao here, they also regarded him as a dangerous element.

Later, this one became more and more popular, and a lot of this music was stored in their own music software. They also read the "Genesis Yanzhou Chapter" where Fang Zhao participated. However, what impressed them most was that this man would come here at least once a year.

However, at this time today, as the ambassador of the extraterrestrial immigration project, this one should be too busy to get away. Not to mention those business invitations, the official media should also invite this to participate in the event. How come this place is coming? When the whole people paid attention to the first batch of extraterrestrial migration, this man came to the Martyrs Cemetery?

However, precisely because of this special time today, almost no tourists or worshippers can be seen in the mausoleum. Empty and quiet.

Routinely scan ID documents and register records.

The guards were curious and asked Fang Zhao: "How come here today? Looking for inspiration again?"

Fang Zhao smiled and nodded without saying much.

"Come on, your musicians are different."

Fang Zhao walked past the tombstones and came to his tombstone. He brushed the shallow dust off the stone and sat on the stone steps in front of it.

If each tombstone is a star, the era is also shining with stars.

The melody of despair and exhaustion seems to have been a long time ago.

Fang Zhaowang looked to the clear blue sky, his eyes seemed to pass through the atmosphere, looking at the stars farther away.

The vast sky stares at everything in the universe, and to them, it seems that nothing is new. The dynasties changed, the prosperity alternated, the history of the clouds was strange, the world was turned up and down, and those bright and gloomy ones were born and died in a flash.

The rocky planet at the foot of the universe seems to be just an insignificant dust. Only people living on it know its weight.

But now, people have flew out of this rock ball.

"Yes."

Fang Zhao said softly.

In the distance, a relocated convoy leaves, and the sound of the engine gradually leaves.

In the outer space port, a huge transport ship is docked on the side and is about to sail further.

More and more people will forget the wound that lasted for a hundred years.

There is no need to worry that there will be no way back in the next eschatology.

One day in the future, you may forget this life planet that breeds countless people.

The scars of those 100 years only existed in the dusty historical data.

Perhaps in the farther future, for those people at that time, those 100 years are just one hundred years that can be summed up in one sentence.

Or maybe someone will recall the bright stars of that period on a dark night.

However, the era of "we" is finally over.

What comes from the past also belongs to the past.

After sitting quietly for a while, Fang Zhao stood up, looked back at the rows of gray tombstones packed with vision, and turned to leave.

...

In the hotel room, Nan Feng accompanied Curly Hair to play the game machine, and from time to time to watch the time of the electronic clock next to him, he silently shouted in his heart: Boss, come back to change the shape!

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