Although the concert does not start until after dark, it is impossible for 80,000 people to enter the venue at the same time, so the audience will be arranged to enter one after another before dark.

At four o'clock, all the passages of the stadium opened, and the spectators who had been waiting there early rushed in. Although it will take a long time to enter the venue, waiting inside the stadium and waiting outside the stadium will not be the same after all.

The crowd gathered towards the entrance of the passage, and only a few people stood in place, watching with envy as a person entered the passage with a smile and a smile, and finally disappeared.

These people were unlucky enough to get tickets for the concert, but they really wanted to come, so they wandered outside the venue with a glimmer of hope, hoping to meet the audience who issued temporary tickets. Most of them hold a sign or cardboard with the need for high-priced tickets, go around, ask questions, display everywhere, and compete with scalpers. But the effect is scarce, a vote is hard to find, and even scalpers have little to gain.

Until his leg was sore, Hu Fei didn't buy a ticket.

Hu Fei looked at the line at the entrance of the passage that was gradually thinning out as the sky darkened, and he couldn't help but feel tired.

[It's really old.] Hu Fei felt his sore ankles, and looked at the tireless girls in the distance who were holding signs and whistling away, and he was very emotional. When she was young, she could run around like this for a whole day without feeling tired, but now, she can't eat it for half a day.

Hu Fei slowly walked back to the flower bed where he gathered, sat down, drank water, and wiped his sweat.

Seeing this, the companions who were guarding the stronghold did not ask, knowing that there was still no gain.

"No one wants to change hands. Hu Fei gently hammered his sore calf and asked the companion beside him, "How is the president?"

The companion who was asked looked at his phone and said, "No news, I shouldn't have bought it." ”

Hu Fei nodded and stopped talking.

More than an hour had passed since the passage opened, and it was almost dusk, and the audience had entered a lot, and the noise in the stadium could be faintly heard. When the sun goes down completely, it's time for the concert to begin, and the possibility of their small gang entering the venue together is getting smaller and smaller.

A warm, viscous wind blew, blowing the banner beside Hu Fei to the ground.

Hu Fei hurriedly pressed the banner with gold letters on a black background.

【. N.5!] of [5] was in the palm of her hand.

[I don't know if he saw it.] Hu Fei thought about that person in his heart, and looked at the poster that was pressed under the banner.

Some posters have obvious creases, and the posters are about to be cut in half with a little force. Some of the posters have raw edges, and the white parts on them have been yellowed.

Hu Fei also brought his own poster.

Not only is her poster very old, but it is also missing four corners, and it is full of fine folds, as if a well-pressed ball of paper has been very perfunctory and flattened. Only the five scribbled gold signatures on it proved that it was not trash.

Hu Fei looked at the young man with a grim expression in the middle of the poster, and said that he was not in any mood. When she angrily tore the poster off the wall, she had no idea that she would hold it one day six years later to convey her thoughts.

This poster was started by her participation in the activities of [Blue Whale] in her early years. N.5] The first batch of peripherals, which took a long time to get in line, is now out of print. Although it is out of print, whether it is [. N.4] On the side of the fan group, or on the side of the Han Jue fan group, the posters of the five-person period will be disliked, and no one will ask for them.

Hu Fei was also disgusted, otherwise he wouldn't have ripped it off rudely, but Hu Fei himself couldn't explain why he just crumpled the poster and threw it in a box to seal it, instead of tearing it up and throwing it away.

[Probably for today.] Hu Fei thought to himself.

Their small gang of four has been here since the morning. At noon, I knew that I wouldn't see Han Jue or [. N.5] didn't leave, but planned to buy tickets to enter the venue. The four men acted separately. One stuck to the stronghold, took care of the equipment, and watched for tickets on the Internet, and the other three took the initiative to ask for tickets, holding cardboards.

However, after nearly ten hours of hard work, they still didn't buy a single ticket.

Hu Fei read all the posters and seemed to gain some strength and regain his spirit. But by the time I came back to my senses, it was already dark.

"It's almost six o'clock, so let's call the presidents to come back." Hu Fei looked at the time and announced that the ticket purchase event had failed.

The companion tinkered with the mobile phone, and after a while, he said to Hu Fei: "The president said that she wants to try for another half an hour." ”

Hu Fei sighed, folded the poster carefully, stood up and stomped his feet, raised the cardboard, and said, "The president has worked so hard, then I'll try it again." ”

Then Hu Fei stood on the side of a small road and asked the new audience if they intended to give up tickets at a high price.

The president in Hu Fei's mouth is [. N.5] The president of the fan club. Due to Han Jue's sudden withdrawal from the group six years ago, [. N.5] died before she debuted, so she was [. N.5] The first president of the fan club and the last one.

Han Jue's job hopping was very sudden, it was very noisy, and the fan circle was turbulent, and Han Jue did not apologize after jumping ship, mentioning his old teammates, and using the word [those people], which made the fans of the five-member group extremely sad. You must know that they spent money to support Han Jue, but it didn't make Han Jue feel that his wings were stiff and then jump ship. During that time, I don't know how many fans cried and swollen their eyes and completely left the idol circle.

The president and Hu Fei withdrew at that time.

When it was determined that Han Jue's withdrawal from the group had settled down and the five-member group would not appear again, the chairman published a long article of tens of thousands of words, extinguishing all his enthusiasm and hard work with a letter, and resolutely quitting the fan circle despite the persuasion of [Blue Whale] and the retention of high-paying positions. In her words, "What's the use of having more money, I'm running out of energy." ”

Hu Fei has no idols since then, and he studies peacefully, graduates, works, and gets married.

This period of adolescent past, as if it was an unbearable psychological trauma, was automatically isolated by the brain. The friends who were crazy together back then changed their numbers and lives, and they never had contact with each other again.

Hu Fei no longer paid attention to the affairs of the idol circle, nor did he ever show enthusiasm for any star. No one around her knew that she had been [. N.5]. She seemed to have forgotten herself.

Until last night.

It took a lot of effort for the chairman to contact Hu Fei last night.

At first, when Hu Fei heard the opening sentence "It's so hard to find you, guess who I am", he thought he had received a scam call, and hung up without saying a word. After hanging up the phone, the other side persistently continued to call, and then picked it up, and before Hu Fei could say anything, the other side called out her former code name like an underground connector - [Apple]. This code name is like a key, opening her dusty memories and revealing the bits and pieces of youth. For example, after Han Jue participated in the draft, in order to canvass for Han Jue, they did not hesitate to beg friends in the address book who had not been in contact for a long time in order to canvass for Han Jue, and for example, in order to grab a ticket for the draft competition, they took the tent to the ticket office all night to queue up.

It's always interesting to talk about the past with people in your memory. They talked all night on the phone. It wasn't until Hu Fei said that he would have to go to work after a little more sleep, that the president finally talked about the purpose of the call.

[Han Jue and Blue Whale have re-cooperated, you know, right?] The president asked softly on the other end of the phone.

[Yes.] When Hu Fei saw the news at that time, his heart trembled fiercely.

[So it's possible for them to reorganize, right?]

[Yes.] 】

[It is said that it is possible to fit together at the extreme concert, have you heard?]

[I heard that.] 】

[What do you think of Han Jue now?]

[I don't know, I can't tell. Hu Fei shook his head. After thinking about it again, I still can't say it.

[Then let's go to the "100,000 people" together tomorrow morning!] The president's warm tone, as he said twelve years ago, he saw a trainee who would be absolutely red in [Blue Whale], and asked her to hurry over.

[However, that's just what I heard. Hu Fei said softly.

[It's okay! Even if we can't merge this time, if Han Jue sees us and knows that there are still our gang looking forward to it, the possibility of merging will increase in the future!]

Hu Fei was silent for a while and said, "He can't see us. 】

[I can see it!] The chairman said in a firm tone, "The concert will be held tomorrow, and there is no time to make things. Are you still there?]

【...... In. Hu Fei said. She knew what the president was talking about.

In the face of the president's invitation, Hu Fei's calm heart suddenly surged with a youthful force, and he couldn't say anything if he refused.

Maybe she was looking forward to this day in her heart.