This night, except for Zhang Hai, the people in the Sunrise and Dusk Band were probably quite depressed and sad.

Zhang Hai really won't be sad about this kind of thing anymore, he is a little annoyed, and there may be a place in his heart that he can't go. But that's all.

He's been rocking for almost 10 years. From the age of 18 or 9, despite the opposition of his parents, he embarked on the road of music, and he felt that he was doomed to stupidity and naivety. In the past 10 years, he has reached the finals of various competitions, and he is so poor that he can't even afford to eat. His voice was originally good, but then he smoked and drank too much, and it became less and less, so he could only play the piano. To be honest, fingers are not as flexible as they were a few years ago. But he is not stupid, and he realizes more and more that this circle is no different from other circles. If you want to live well, you don't necessarily rely on technology, the key is to rely on connections. After figuring this out, his life was noticeably much better. The manager of the livehouse of the major bars in Xiangcheng, he can say hello. Just by helping people contact performances, buying and selling news, and collecting brokerage fees, he earns thousands of yuan a month.

Of course, it's still not enough, and I've been thinking of a way to get the money once and for all, and then quit this circle, stop playing it completely, or just treat the work of the broker as extra money. It's just that the older and the more time passes, the more dim this hope becomes.

He is willing to join Cen Ye's band, and he doesn't really have the hope of becoming popular all over China. Red: How could it be? He had long since lost such ridiculous and unpragmatic thoughts. It's just that when I met Cen Ye, I was somewhat moved by this kid's singing voice, as well as the ambition in his eyes. Zhang Hai has a feeling that this kid may be able to do great things, and he can make money with him. And their cooperation is also to take what they need, Cen Ye first came to Xiangcheng, and wanted to rely on his connections, but what about him? Cen Ye said a sentence at that time that touched him: "Brother Hai, mix in circles, there is always a circle." You're always going to be in a band. How many opportunities do other established bands have? In a new band like ours, you can get more exposure to new forces, which is also good for your reputation in the circle. If we get up, won't you have more face?"

Zhang Hai thinks about it, the old band, where can he still enter, and he can still broker for others?

Zhang Hai also took on the work of external agent and performance in the Sunrise and Dusk Band, so when the money was divided, only he took double shares. Lead singer Ono is the same as everyone else, only taking one copy.

At the end of the night's game, several people returned to the lounge, and the atmosphere was frighteningly frozen, and no one spoke. Zhang Hai was a little weak in the end, so he used the excuse of going to the toilet and simply left, too lazy to talk to these boys.

However, he still remembered what Cen Ye looked like when he left just now. The kid who is usually very talkative, sitting on the sofa, motionless, and his handsome face looks a little gloomy. It's a little chilling to look at.

"Bah......" Zhang Hai spat on the ground, waved a taxi and planned to go to Ma Zi's house for another night.

However, although the Sunrise and Twilight Band lost the competition tonight, the invitation to perform has not been interrupted, and Zhang Hai's mobile phone has been ringing non-stop. It is really popular in Xiangcheng, and all major houses are invited to perform, and there is even the Xiangcheng Jelly Music Festival in March next year. Zhang Hai answered three more calls tonight, but he was a good hand at doing the work of a broker, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and his witty words made people feel comfortable and satisfied. Now the performance value of the Sunrise and Dusk Band is rising, and Zhang Hai will not nod if there are no eight thousand.

After answering the phone, Zhang Hai leaned in the car, lazily blowing the wind, and had already forgotten about tonight's loss. He thought it was quite beautiful, and it was good that the Sunrise Band could defeat the Haig paradox and continue to advance to the national finals. However, in his selfish heart, on the one hand, he felt that it was impossible for Chaodui to win a big name like Haig, on the other hand, what could he do if he entered, could he still win the championship, let alone the championship, and really be popular? Thinking carefully about the singers who participated in the draft over the years, how many fell on the way to promotion, and they didn't even leave a fart. In his opinion, it's not like losing the next game, anyway, it's popular in Xiangcheng, so it won't be delayed by the later games to make money. strike while the iron is hot, take on more performances, participate in music festivals, and make money for two or three years, and it is enough for him to retire.

Thinking so freely, the phone rang again. It was another buddy who did the same job as him in the circle.

"Hey?" Zhang Hai said, "If you have a fart, let it go." ”

The other party laughed: "Brother Hai, I heard that tonight ...... Lost?"

Zhang Hai: "Cut, winning or losing is a common thing, and the next game will kill the Haig paradox, won't you get it?"

"Kill Haig?" The other party smiled, obviously not taking his words seriously, but lowered his voice, "Brother Hai, tell you something, someone wants to see you and talk about cooperation." ”

Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, and his intuition told him that it was not so simple, and he said lightly: "Who?"

The other party smiled: "They asked you, how much can you earn now by relying on the band's share? Do you want to earn a big vote by yourself once? It's very simple, you can get it without doing anything." ”

Zhang Hai sat up straight and did not speak.

The night grew darker, the lights thinned out, and everywhere you went, it was quiet. Some people can't sleep all night in the night, some people have revelry, some people secretly speculate on plans, and some people begin to harbor desires and secrets that they don't really want to face.

This night, after the performance of the Sunrise and Dusk Band, Xu Xunsheng left.

This time, no one waited at the door to stop her, and no one rushed to take her home. She took the bus, sat by the window, looked at the buildings and lampposts flashing, and thought of the expressions of Cen Ye standing on the stage just now. Time seemed to freeze in that scene, they were embarrassed, painful, frustrated, angry...... Although those emotions were hidden under the quiet expression of the teenager, hidden in their eyes.

Xu Xunsheng sighed softly. It's still not easy to get close now, so it's better for them to face it themselves.

It's no longer time to worry that the Haig's paradox is too powerful. Today, Chaodui has suffered such a big blow, and the team atmosphere and morale have fallen to the bottom, whether they can defeat themselves and get back the state and fighting spirit is the top priority.

For the next three days, the Sunrise and Twilight Band did not appear in front of Xu Xunsheng. She lived the same life, teaching every day, playing the piano, writing music, and cleaning the underground training room. Sometimes I will find the respective performance videos of the Sunrise Band and the Hagrid Paradox Band from the Internet, and watch and ponder quietly. She wondered: when will they be able to pull themselves together, three days, almost.

As a result, at noon on the third day, Xu Xunsheng turned on the heating, hugged the bed blanket, leaned on the recliner, and was taking a nap during the lunch break, when a knock on the door woke her up.

It was already deep winter, and the figure of the man was outside the glass door, a tall and unreasonable shadow. Before she could get up, the man began to knock on the door again, with its own rhythm, "da-da" twice and "dong-dong" and three times, like a finger singing on her door.

Xu Xunsheng was silent, so he had to raise his voice and say, "Wait a minute." As I passed the sink, I hurriedly washed my face before running over and opening the door.

Cen Ye carried a guitar case on his back and stood outside the door. Still looking tall and lazy, he glanced at her and said, "Lao Tzu woke you up?"