"Have you heard? This year's MIDI festival invited the band Friday. ”

Chen Kangyin listened to Du Xiaoyun's voice on the mobile phone and frowned slightly.

"Is the news reliable?" Chen Kangyin asked, "Why do I feel so unreliable, with their current fame, they shouldn't be qualified enough, right?"

Du Xiaoyun said: "Someone is helping them." ”

"Who?"

"Zhen Youcai!"

“……”

Hanging up the call with Du Xiaoyun, Chen Kangyin lit a cigarette, frowned, and was in a bad mood.

Chen Kangyin didn't know Zhen Youcai, but he knew this person.

It is said that Zhen Youcai was in a well-known record company, responsible for some work of artists' commercial performances, and had some resources in hand, but later it is said that he was fired from the company for some dishonorable reasons, and he has not been heard from since.

Chen Kangyin didn't expect that hearing the name Zhen Youcai again would have something to do with Liu Jingxin, whom he had been paying attention to.

There is no doubt that at the current stage of the band Friday, it is not enough to be a guest performer at the MIDI Festival.

This year's MIDI music festival was held in Kyoto, and Kyoto has the largest number of underground bands in the country, among which there are not a few bands that have a certain reputation in the circle, and even some bands have already had masterpieces, whether it is in the circle of fame or qualifications, it is impossible to rank the Friday band.

There is no doubt that Zhen Youcai has played a very important role in this.

Chen Kangyin wanted to sign Liu Jingxin, and with his keen eye, he could see that Liu Jingxin had the potential to become popular enough. If everything goes according to his plan, the Friday band won't last long after all, and then he can sign Liu Jingxin like charcoal in the snow, making Liu Jingxin his major achievement.

However, if Firday appeared on the stage of the MIDI music festival, it would be equivalent to getting a chance to promote them, and there will be no doubt that more people will pay attention to them, which will completely disrupt Chen Kangyin's plan.

What should I do? Do I continue to sit idly by? Or use some means to make Friday chaotic before the MIDI festival official has officially promoted it?

Chen Kangyin raised his wrist and looked at the time, snuffing out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and already had a plan in his heart.

He picked up his bag and walked out of the office, and drove straight to the café where Liu Jingxin was, he wanted to talk to Liu Jingxin and explore the truth.

However, when he entered the café and sat down, he found that there was only one pianist and one violinist performing on the small stage, and Liu Jingxin was nowhere to be seen.

"Waiter!" Chen Kangyin raised his hand.

Luo Sihui quickly came to the table, bowed slightly, and asked with a polite smile, "Hello, sir." ”

Chen Kangyin asked, "Don't you have a singer who plays the guitar and sings here?"

For such inquiries, the waiter at the café has encountered many times in the past two days.

Luo Sihui explained apologetically: "I'm sorry, sir, the singer resigned a few days ago. But the two musicians on stage are also very good, and if you have any needs, I'm sure they will be able to meet your needs. ”

Chen Kangyin waved his hand a little impatiently, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked, "Do you know where he went?"

Luo Sihui undoubtedly has his words: "He has a band, and it is said that there are a lot of performances in the band at present, and the two sides can't be taken care of, so they ......."

"Okay, I got it. Pay for it. Chen Kangyin took a sip of the coffee he ordered, then got up to check out and left.

He appeared to be very calm on the outside, but inside he was extremely uneasy, with a vague premonition that the situation might be beyond his control.

Quite a few bands?

What happened in just over a month?

Back in the car, Chen Kangyin thought about it, and suddenly found that his raised fist seemed to have nowhere to fall.

Is it just to let the boiled duck fly?

In Rongcheng, near Kuanzhai Alley, Liu Jingxin and Tong Wenxuan walked under the plane tree hugged by several people, one holding a spicy rabbit head in his hand.

"You say, which side is more delicious than the snacks in Rongcheng and Jiangcheng, which side is more spicy?" Tong Wenxuan's lips were so spicy that they turned red, as if he had smeared his aunt's red lipstick.

Although Liu Jingxin also had a rabbit head in his hand, he didn't eat it because he wanted to protect his throat and prohibit such spicy food.

"Each has its own characteristics, but if it's spicy, I think Jiangcheng's is more spicy, and Rongcheng's is too spicy. In fact, Liu Jingxin has never eaten much, and the reason why he can make such an evaluation is completely because he listened to the people around him.

Tong Wenxuan took another bite of the spicy rabbit head, looked up at Liu Jingxin, and just wanted to say something, but heard a "bang", and then saw Liu Jingxin's face illuminated by the firelight.

It's fireworks!

Tong Wenxuan looked back at the sky and saw clusters of fireworks blooming in the sky.

This feels like an idol drama!

Liu Jingxin's eyes were also attracted by the fireworks in the sky, he looked at the fireworks and unconsciously moved closer to Tong Wenxuan.

Tong Wenxuan's eyes lit up as he looked at the bombed sky, and asked expectantly, "Do you want to say something?"

Liu Jingxin said: "I want to tell a story." ”

"What's the story?" asked Tong Wenxuan.

Liu Jingxin said: "Once upon a time, there was a child who liked to sleepwalk when he was asleep. One day, he had a nightmare and woke up to find himself standing next to his ancestral grave, surrounded by graves. Bright blue ghost fire wafts in the cemetery......"

"Stop, stop, what do you want to do!" Tong Wenxuan originally thought that Liu Jingxin would tell such a romantic story, but who knew that this bad guy was actually telling a ghost story.

Liu Jingxin was silent for a long time without speaking, his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tong Wenxuan asked, "What do you want?"

Liu Jingxin said: "I suddenly wanted to write a song. ”

This song has nothing to do with limited-time missions, only about fireworks on the horizon and the people around you.

"I want to hear it. Tong Wenxuan said with anticipation.

Liu Jingxin was silent for a long time, stopped and sang:

"Ghost stories are not terrible, you are so scared that you don't dare to go home, I snickered and pretended to be helpless to protect the flowers all the way;

Who's talking in the back and what's in that corner......"

Hearing this, Tong Wenxuan was a little angry, and was about to shout to stop, but he heard Liu Jingxin continue to sing: "It's okay, just get closer!"

Do you want to get closer?

"Don't listen to my stupid words, in fact, I'm just stupid, saying too many stupid things, stupid things, and not telling the truth.

Please stop for a moment, please listen to my sincere words, maybe stupid, maybe stupid, but I swear I will never tell a lie!

The evening breeze in Ningxia, the heart is more like summer flowers, and we are under the sky full of fireworks.

You said that there are such pictures in bubble dramas, so let me be your leading actor, okay?

Don't be silent, I'm so anxious that I'll be stupid, and you'll laugh until you swear by it.

If I had the magic of the legend, we would watch the fireworks together every day!"

After singing a song, the whole world seemed to be quiet, and the fireworks on the horizon continued to bloom, reflecting the faces of Tong Wenxuan and Liu Jingxin.

Tong Wenxuan hooked his fingers, looked at his toes shyly, and said in a low voice: "Okay!"