Macau International Airport.

He Xiao and Bao Yuanyuan stood there, looking curiously at the crowd over there.

In fact, as the first airport to be built entirely by land reclamation, the Macau Airport has a huge passenger flow every year. In addition, the entertainment industry in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan was developed in the early years, so it is not uncommon to see celebrities.

It's just a big position.

The person in front of him was obviously of a very big background, almost half of the airport was sensational.

Some foreigners who flew from abroad also ran to join in the fun, shouting the name "Jun Cheng Zhang".

"Be good, is that really Zhang Juncheng?" Shi Dahui's burly body stretched out slightly, rubbed his palm against his chin, and looked forward with a Bili squinting expression.

Zhang Juncheng's reputation as a singer is so famous. Since his debut in an amateur singing competition in Xiangjiang in 1984, his popularity has never declined. He is an old artist who has been popular for half his life, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a superstar.

Now in his fifties, although his hair has gradually become whiter and the traces of time are revealed, his momentum is still the same as before, and he walks with great vigor.

He appeared at Macau Airport and was likely to be here to participate in the Huading Awards.

"This is the charm of the God of Song..."

He Xiao looked at Zhang Juncheng with a gentle and easy-going relationship not far away, and his mood gradually became excited.

Everyone has an idol, so does him.

Before his debut, Zhang Juncheng was one of his idols. This is a myth in the music industry. It is estimated that not only him, but almost all musicians regard Zhang Juncheng as their goal or belief.

At his peak, Zhang Juncheng won the World Music Awards for the highest sales of Chinese singers for two consecutive years. His album once broke the sales record of Wanwan and was equally matched with the singer in the black mobile phone world.

Such living myths are standing in front of you, and even those who are used to seeing big names like He Xiao can't control them, let alone the people at the airport, understand the grand occasion from this.

"Let's go over and take a look."

He Xiao sorted out his clothes and led the small team toward Zhang Juncheng.

Although Zhang Juncheng's fans were excited, they were of high quality. They stood on both sides in an orderly manner and went forward to take photos and sign autographs one by one.

This situation is rare, maybe because Zhang Juncheng is old and his fans who like him are already in their thirties. There are few young boys who are not involved in the world. Most of them have certain social experience and their qualities have improved, so they will not rush up like young people.

The scene was a bit noisy at most, but it was still within controllable range.

After He Xiao walked in, he realized that Zhang Juncheng was even bigger than he imagined. He was wearing a full black short-sleeved pair, khaki pants underneath, and a pair of flip-flops with a little torn corners under his feet. It was impossible for the clothes on his body to exceed 200 yuan.

If it weren't for the face that had been seen on TV million times, from the outside alone, anyone would think that this was a idle old man.

He just stood there with a smile on his face, and there was no bodyguard next to him, and he didn't refuse anybody to take photos and sign.

"Do you want an autograph, too?"

After a while, the fans gradually retreated. Seeing that He Xiao was still standing there, Zhang Juncheng took the initiative to come up and ask.

"That... may I ask... are you here to participate in the Huading Awards too?"

My childhood idol was standing in front of me, and He Xiao was a little embarrassed for a moment. He didn't know what to say. After rubbing his palms, he asked this question.

And while saying that, he took off the mask, then took out a piece of pen and paper from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

"Huh? Aren't you He Xiao?" As a singer, Zhang Juncheng's Mandarin is very good, and he said with some surprise.

He Xiao's heart suddenly started to beat faster and he said in surprise: "Do you recognize me?"

"Of course, you are so popular, who doesn't know the Isabella champion?" Zhang Juncheng laughed with wrinkles, and he poked out half of his head, patted He Xiao's shoulder and said.

With a click.

A flash light suddenly appeared in the distance. He Xiao and Zhang Juncheng subconsciously squinted their eyes and saw a paparazzi holding the camera in his hand and leaving quickly like running away.

"God of Song, there are paparazzi!" He Xiao said in surprise.

"It's normal that all artists are photographed." Zhang Juncheng laughed disapprovingly and said, "Hey, handsome guy, meeting is fate. Let's have two drinks together?"

Zhang Juncheng is really easy-going and can't see the airs of a superstar at all. People like him really distinguish their careers from life. When they have no jobs, they completely regard themselves as ordinary people.

This is also what He Xiao has always admired him, and he is doing it himself.

To put it bluntly, an artist is a profession, not a superior identity, nor is it a capital to show off.

The two walked out of the airport with their arms around each other. They might have been playing music, and they had a great time talking.

Especially after He Xiao told him that he was under Lin Yunkai, Zhang Juncheng sighed repeatedly that he and Lin Yunkai were also very close.

This made He Xiao feel incredible. Lao Lin’s connections are really spread all over the world. This old guy’s energy in the circle is even greater than he imagined.

And just when He Xiao met Zhang Juncheng by chance and the two made friends with each other.

In a corner of the airport, the paparazzi who secretly took photos was secretly happy.

There were no other paparazzi squatting at the Macau Airport today, and he was asked to find a bargain.

The singer, Zhang Juncheng, and the younger generation's most popular singers appeared at the airport at the same time, and they also met each other. After reporting, it was definitely a big news that attracted attention.

After all, one represents the peak of the older generation's music scene, and the other represents the peak of the current music scene.

The meeting between these two people always feels what special significance they have.

The paparazzi was excited and felt that he was sure to get the traffic of this scoop. At this time, he happily turned on the camera to check the photos he had just taken.

Then his expression was stunned.

The photos are taken very clearly, but perhaps because of the angle problem, the expression of the singer Zhang Juncheng's expression collapsed a little.

In the picture, he was leaning forward, his mouth slightly opened, looking like he wanted to speak but stopped, which was very funny.

"Why did the photo take a broken photo?"

The paparazzi fell silent when he looked at the slightly magical photo. As a professional paparazzi, he was also a professional photographer, but this photo was obviously out of standard.

"Forget it, it would be a pity if you give up on this kind of scoop. Let's try it out."

The paparazzi made up his mind and bit his teeth. He squatted in the corner of the airport and started editing the press release with his laptop, and released it half an hour later.

From headlines to Weibo, to mobile phone push of major apps... the news of "He Xiao and Zhang Juncheng appeared at the airport" swept across the entire network in an instant.

In an instant, netizens were furious.

In the eyes of many people, these two represent the peak of their respective generations. After all, one of them beats the sales of all Chinese singers during the same period when they were young, and the other one swept many music geniuses in the world to the peak of the Isabella Cup for a century, all of which have achieved remarkable results in their respective fields.

Their meeting undoubtedly caused a huge storm.

But for some reason, the style of the comment section was a bit off the curve.

"He Xiao actually went to Macau!"

"Is this the first time I met Zhang Geshen?"

"Wait a minute, why do I look at the face of God of Song and want to laugh so much?"

"Haha, this photo of Zhang Juncheng is so funny!"

"I suddenly had the urge to make Zhang Geshen an emoticon."

"Look at everyone, I've made one! The effect is amazing!"

“…”

Zhang Juncheng, who is having a meal at a tavern near the Macau Airport, would not know that his photos were made into emoticons and would last forever and become the source of all evil in the emoticons world.
Chapter completed!