After eating and arranging the affairs of the old artists, Zhang He was anxious.

Although Zhu Lan gave him the venue, the rent was not cheap, and it cost thousands of yuan a month.

The location of "Guanzhong Quyi" is a prime location, if Zhang He wants to rent it by himself, it will be more expensive a month, and he will have to bear the funds for the equipment himself, it is already good to have a venue, and he can also borrow Zhulan's equipment.

Zhu Lan helped, Zhang He was embarrassed to ask for anything, and promised to pay the rent and come to the theater to perform, Zhang He returned home and sat on the sofa.

The TV in the living room was playing the news, but Zhang He had no intention of watching it.

There is not enough money, even for this rent.

The old cavity protection center also has no extra funds, and there is no money for him.

Zhang He has grown so big, except for a loan from the bank, he really hasn't borrowed money from anyone, borrowing money, money is a trivial matter, and favors are a big thing.

Performing in the theater requires a lot of money, and there are a lot of things to deal with, such as where the artists stay, food, and transportation.

Being a boss is tiring, and doing this line of work is even more tiring.

Leaning on the sofa, Zhang He swept around the living room, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

Sell your home!

At that time, he paid the full amount for buying this house, and spent a lot of money, more than 100 square meters, more than 3,000 yuan per square meter, and tens of thousands of yuan for decoration and household appliances, which was his biggest expense.

Now if you sell it, you may discount the price, but you can also buy hundreds of thousands.

Xi'an is now a hot commercial housing market, the sales area is increasing year by year, selling is not a problem, there must be someone to want.

With these hundreds of thousands, you can let the old voice continue to sing.

Zhang He didn't dare to gamble, and mortgaged the house, so he might not be able to repay the money, but it was acceptable to sell it, and he would continue to rent a house in the future, or buy a small house, and he and Tang Qiong didn't need to be too big.

If Xi'an can't stay anymore and goes back to Huayin, can people still live?

For Zhang He, the old things are now ranked first, and everything else has to come last.

Zhang He was like a demon, and his mind was full of this thought.

He quickly stood up and rummaged through the drawers of his room, trying to find the title deed.

Seeing him like this, Tang Qiong's expression was a little worried.

"What are you looking for?" asked Tang Qiong.

Zhang He didn't speak, he rummaged through one drawer after another, and finally found the real estate certificate.

"That's it!" Zhang He said.

"Zhang He, what are you going to do?" asked Tang Qiong.

"I want to sell the house!" Zhang He said.

"You want to sell the house?" Tang Qiong was dumbfounded.

The newly bought house has not been lived in for a few days, and you said you were going to sell the house?

"Why do you want to sell the house?" said Tang Qiong softly.

"The capital chain is broken, and if you want the old voice to continue singing, the only way is to sell the house. Zhang He said calmly.

Although the house is his, the future life will be spent by two people, Zhang He did not make his own opinion, and still planned to discuss it with Tang Qiong.

"Zhang He, calm down, do you know what you're doing?" Tang Qiong's tone became stern.

"I know. Zhang He nodded.

He sat on the floor in spite of his image, his slippers tossed aside, his hair disheveled, and his look haggard.

After working hard for so many years, I finally bought a house in a big city and sold it, saying that it was for the sake of the old man, and my heart hurt, and every penny was earned by hard work.

Sold so suddenly, Zhang He's heart was also a little uncomfortable.

But now the old dialect needs to be passed on, and half of the long march has been completed, if you give up at this time, it will be equivalent to giving up all your previous achievements, and everything will be in vain.

Thinking about it, tears flowed out of his eyes.

Zhang He's expression was bitter, leaning on the side of the bed, letting the tears flow down his cheeks, dripping down his chin and falling to the ground.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.

Seeing this scene, Tang Qiong hurriedly got up from the bed, sat on the ground, and held her boyfriend in her arms.

"Zhang He, is it worth it for you to do this?" Tang Qiong said softly.

For so many years, I haven't seen Zhang He cry a few times, the last time I saw him crying was when the factory first opened, a few good friends stayed up all night, and Tang Qiong accompanied him.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, a group of people were drunk, Tang Qiong dragged Zhang He to the house against the cold wind, and Zhang He couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south on the way, and almost fell into the well.

Back at home, Zhang He lay on the toilet and vomited for more than ten minutes, and then leaned on Tang Qiong's arms and cried.

At that time, it was happy, and at this time, it was sad.

"Is it worth it? I don't know. Zhang He said slowly, his voice a little weak.

"No matter what, you can't sell the house, the money for the house is earned by your hard work, if the house is sold, you will work in vain all the years before, I don't agree!" Tang Qiong's tone was unquestionable.

My boyfriend works so hard, sometimes I come home in the middle of the night, I am afraid that there will be a sound in washing, so I only dare to wipe my face with water, and then sleep on the sofa.

From college to now, Tang Qiong has seen too much, and finally she can enjoy it, and Zhang He pounced on the old dialect again.

In the past, Tang Qiong supported everything she did, but this time she couldn't support it.

"But if you don't sell the house, where will the money come from?"

"I asked my parents if they wanted it, and they would definitely give me money for my daughter. Tang Qiong's attitude was resolute.

My parents are from Xi'an, I have two suites at home, and my parents are both iron rice bowls, so I really don't have bad money.

"No, I asked your parents for money before I got married, and I still want to be a son-in-law. Zhang He said with a smile.

If you don't cry, it's useless to cry.

But Tang Qiong is right, the house really can't be sold, and I'm sorry for the efforts of the previous years if I sell it.

"You're my boyfriend, not their boyfriend, I asked them for money, and then I gave my boyfriend what's wrong. Tang Qiong smiled slyly.

Her boyfriend is in a good mood, and she feels comfortable.

"Don't talk about it, it's impossible. Zhang He shook his head.

"I see you've been too tired and busy lately, and I'm going to issue orders now. Tang Qiong pouted.

Zhang He hurriedly straightened his waist, and said with a solemn face: "Please give the chief's orders!"

Tang Qiong cleared her throat and said: "Zhang He, you have been exhausted for Huayin's old dialect recently, sleeping at night, forgetting to sleep and eating, and performing outstandingly, I will reward you now, from tomorrow, accompany your girlfriend Tang Qiong to go out to relax!"

"Yes, chief, I promise to complete the task!" Zhang He said in a condensed voice.

The words fell, and both of them laughed.

It's time to go out and have fun, and the two of them haven't been out in a while.

Since the factory was shut down, Zhang He has been so focused on the old language that he has less time to meet, and how to go out to play.

Early the next morning, Tang Qiong got up early and chose clothes in the closet, and it took an hour to choose, at this time Zhang He was still lying on the bed and falling asleep.

After choosing clothes, Tang Qiong went to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then sat on the dresser to put on makeup, waking Zhang He up by the way.

Sleepy-eyed, when I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful woman sitting in front of the dresser, and when I looked closely, it was my girlfriend, so I remembered that I was going to go out with Tang Qiong today.

Hurry up and get up, go to the toilet, get the washing work done in ten minutes, give a set of clothes to the body, all done, and look at the bedroom, Tang Qiong is still in front of the dresser.

Zhang He was used to it, so he went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast.

After eating and drinking, the two walked out of the door arm in arm.

Today is the weekend, Tang Qiong doesn't have to go to work, she is carrying a small bag, she is dressed beautifully, and she can be described as a talented woman standing with Zhang He.

After finding a car, the two sat in.

I don't plan to go far, they are all in Xi'an City, Zhang He and Tang Qiong are people who don't like strenuous exercise, and the places they choose are relatively peaceful.

The Bell and Drum Tower, Muslim Street, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, and the Tang Paradise have turned around and around.

These places are all iconic places in Xi'an, if you want to say what is fun, there is really nothing fun for Xi'an locals, it is more of a nostalgia and habit.

I walked around the city and watched a movie in a fashionable way.

Time is of the essence, and there is another stop.

A friend of Tang Qiong works for a local media company and is a small person in charge, and the company happens to host a music festival in the Textile City Art District today and tomorrow, and gave Tang Qiong two tickets.

Zhang He drove over and arrived at the Textile City Art District.

There was still a light rain in the sky when I went, and by the time the car had passed, the rain had stopped, the empty streets were very bleak, and an exaggerated plaque of the Textile City Art District was hung on one wall.

It used to be a factory that was supposed to be demolished, but then it took a different path due to the rise of a creative industry park.

Zhang He and Tang Qiong were both coming to this place for the first time, and both of them were very curious.

When I first entered, there were few people on the road, and I walked along the path to the inside, on both sides of which were dilapidated factories, and there were no people inside, and when I entered the depths, some delinquent teenagers in fancy clothes, nose rings, and shiny chains walked by the road, and punk youths and goth girls were crowded.

On both sides of the road, there are CD sellers and T-shirts selling in a row, eating and drinking, all of which are rushed from nearby roadside stalls, and the owners of the commissaries are shouting and selling their products.

There were a lot of people, a little noisy, Zhang He felt old and a little powerless to accept, but Tang Qiong wanted to come and see, so he had to accompany him.

Most of the people here come from all over to see the festival.

I had a ticket in my hand, and I walked in without delay.

The stage is open-air, and a stage shelf is set up in the open space outside the factory, and the lighting and sound are neatly placed, the grade is very high, and it looks professional.

The show had already begun when they arrived, and there was a rock band on top of the stage, and the people below were writhing, cheering, and some were singing along.

"Is rock 'n' roll tired of your body, or tired of you as a person, look at that love like a blind man, it must find a place to speak......"

There was singing in his ears, a little noisy, listening to his body involuntarily moving, Zhang He felt a lot empty in his mind, and forgot some troubles.