Lying on the bed, Zhongli tossed and turned and did not fall asleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the question Xie Zhizhen asked him on the rooftop of the cocktail party, what was Jian Zhichun doing for him?

What else can you do?

However, if this sentence is spoken, no one may believe it, even Zhongli himself is faintly shaken, he doesn't know what to say, when he hears Jian Zhichun's calmness, he can't imagine how violently his chest jumped and how excited.

It was as if it had been frozen for a long time and then suddenly activated, so many things that had accumulated during the frozen period rushed out in one go.

But maybe it's just because of his inner gratitude, Jian Zhichun sent a sharer, which indirectly prevented things from going towards an unimaginable ending, and invisibly allowed him to avoid losses. As a big president, he has always put his career first and aspires to become a predator in the business world, so this is why his heart was surging at that time.

He was holding back his head to think about it, and those reasons for not wanting money seemed to be poured into his brain, buzzing and giving people a headache. After a moment, he stared at a pair of dead fish eyes that had lost the president's demeanor, unable to deceive himself anymore, looking at the ceiling, dumbfounded.

Uncle's!

It was a small part of the gratitude, and the other part was something he didn't even know what to say.

He seemed to have to divert his attention there, but he made himself feel better and better.

He leaned over to the lamp, stretched out his left hand wearing a sharer, stared at it carefully, and silently recited in his heart, "Jian Zhichun, Jian Zhichun......" While silently reciting Jian Zhichun's name, he searched for the ink in his stomach, trying his best to pass on the emotion of "hating" Jian Zhichun.

There was no movement outside.

Zhongli didn't give up, wondering if it was because he was not concentrating on this thought, so his emotions could not be transmitted to the past. He experimented for a few more minutes, and began to feel in his heart that Ji Changfeng's research was too chicken, and he couldn't even do such a simple thing.

I don't know what kind of expression Ji Changfeng would show if he heard this white-eyed wolf.

Fortunately, the result this time did not disappoint him, the mobile phone on the table vibrated with a "buzz", he picked it up in a second, followed the message notification on the screen and entered WeChat, and then saw Jian Zhichun's message. Jian Zhichun said: "Sleep well, don't be hypocritical there." ”

Zhongli's brain is also the same as his mobile phone, with a "buzz", was he hypocritical just now?

There is a very long staircase path in the forest park, at the end of this path is a gazebo, the pavilion was built hundreds of years ago, I don't know which celebrity passed by, the inscription, so the descendants have been using the name of "evening heart pavilion". Nearby residents often go to the evening heart pavilion for a walk, a round trip makes people breathless, but it is a good place for fitness.

The park is closed, but there is still a way to climb up the hill, and the moonlight spills down the steps, glowing with a cold light, giving a veil of mystery all around. A girl panted slightly, and finally stood up the last step, her voice was a little hoarse, and she said hello in the direction of the Wanxin Pavilion, "Hello, how did you choose this place today, isn't it cold here?"

One of the street lamps that there was in the evening pavilion was broken, and only the moonlight and the light of a few mobile phones in the pavilion were left as lighting. At this point in the light of the light were several members of the Mask Band.

Xie Fei was holding the guitar and was debugging, and the others saw Lu Weiwei coming and greeted her excitedly.

"Weiwei, you came up alone?"

"Nonsense, are you blind? I just asked you to pick you up and you didn't. ”

"What told me not to pick up, I sent a message, it was to say that she didn't have to be so troublesome, she wasn't afraid. ”

The band suddenly became noisy, as if to dispel a lot of the chill in the air, and Lu was slightly busy to say hello, explaining that he didn't have to answer it. Who is she, a bold former horror and suspense screenwriter, and this quiet trail in the dead of night is a source of inspiration.

Although she can only write a love script now, the temperament she has cultivated for a long time will not disappear so simply.

Lu Weiwei has become friends with the mask band, and occasionally makes an appointment to listen to them practice songs, which is also a good opportunity for Lu Weiwei, she has been worried about too many things recently, and she finally feels shallow on paper, and the love routines summarized in those books look very empty, and I don't know which one can be more practical.

The corners of her mouth have been foaming several times lately, and it hurts when she speaks, and now she closes up after talking to them for a few words.

Several people are debugging musical instruments, and the songs they sing today are mainly love songs, so they didn't bring those large instruments, just a few simple preparations, for Lu Weiwei, who is used to them "dong dong" there, is really a bit of a novelty. However, they are obviously not ordinary people, and even if they change to this style, they can do it easily.

The voices of several people sounded lightly or heavily, among which Xie Fei's voice was the most special, which made people remember it at once, and they were able to find Xie Fei's existence from it smoothly.

She listened to the song.

- Dandelions were swept in the wind, moonlight gathered in the grass into the sea, and the fragrance of midsummer was smelled.

- Shyly looked around and saw you beside me.

......

A love song about midsummer, after a few of them are sung by a few big men, there is a little sweetness, like really meeting a pair of people who like each other but dare not say it, they meet in early summer, rejoice in midsummer, and finally confess on a midsummer night.

The soft and soft lyrics, mixed with the sound of Zhongli spring water, are too beautiful to speak.

Lu Weiwei listened carefully and recorded a video. They rarely manage official Weibo, so much so that there are only a few Weibo posts on the official Weibo until now, which looks so bleak. Lu Weiwei doesn't plan to listen to the song in vain, at least he can do what he can during the listening to the song, help the business, and expand the influence of the band.

However, the band doesn't seem to care much about this, and they think of it more as a way to pass the time for children, Lu Weiwei, than to enhance their influence. I don't know what this kind of Buddhist band was founded for, don't they want their songs to be heard by everyone? They just want to be an underground band for the rest of their lives, and no one will remember them after a few years?

She posted the recorded video on Weibo, but there was no picture on the video, because the camera was slightly blocked by the road, and only the singing voice could be heard.

She also underestimated the popularity of the Mask Band, because by the time the post was posted on Weibo for three minutes, there were already hundreds of likes and more than 100 comments.

Professional Certified Mask Powder: Brother Guanbo doesn't sleep today?Doesn't play games?Actually knows how to send things??!

Tushan Little Fox: The wake-up bell has been set.

Pei Jinnian's little fan: Why is there no picture, the official blog is not a person!

"I strongly ask the official blog to release the picture, otherwise be careful that we will uncover the uprising!"

"Please, I'm so fierce. ”

She looked through it for a while, and the latest one was a netizen with the nickname Xie Fei's girlfriend on Weibo, who asked the official blog to hand over her "boyfriend" here. She couldn't help but laugh out loud and silently replied, "Dream." ”

Lu put down the phone slightly, the night wind was cold, and her clothes were not too thick, which was a little unreliable.

During the intermission of the band, she looked at those people in autumn clothes, and sighed with emotion: young people are young people, strong and healthy, and they are not afraid of the cold at all. She stiffened her neck and sat in the corner of the gazebo, but she didn't notice that next to her was Xie Fei, who was wearing a mask.

This is her so-called brother.

She leaned towards Xie Fei, and finally blocked some wind.

She suddenly thought of a question, "Xie Fei, who wrote this song just now?"

Xie Fei plucked a guitar string and played a tune, his expression did not change when he heard the words, and he said lightly: "I." ”

Lu was slightly surprised, her expression was even more complicated, she said: "I have a question for you, you are a boy, maybe the angle will be updated a little." ”

Lu groaned slightly, and said: "I should be in love with someone now, but that boy doesn't seem to like me, but I have to test my love routines on him, I want to ask you, which routine do you boys prefer?"

Xie Fei stopped plucking his fingers on the guitar strings, looked at Lu Weiwei through the mask.

His eyes were as cold and silent as Qiu Hong, and he immediately attracted Lu Wei's gaze.

In a flash, there was a man here who almost got drunk.