Ju Juan said goodbye to Zhou Luojun and walked on the path in the factory area, the dim light and the gentle breeze blew through. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Will he appear in the Chinese Song Xing?" Zhou Luojun's words couldn't help but appear in her mind, she knew that he loved to sing very much, and she would not let go of such a good opportunity in the future.

She shook her head, letting her long flowing hair sway in the wind.

"What's wrong with you!" Ju Juan lived in a collective dormitory, and the girls who lived in the same dormitory with her were all little girls about twenty years old, and when she returned to the dormitory, she saw that the eyes of the girls in the dormitory were all slightly red, and she couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"It's nothing, it's just that the song sung by Zhang Xiaowei is so good!" one of the girls with a ponytail glanced at Ju Juan, and then said in a somewhat choked voice.

"Zhang Xiaowei, isn't he singing that song of gratitude? I think that's it, as for what you said, you were so moved that you couldn't cry!"

Ju Juan often listens to Du Tianqi sing, and has a certain immunity to songs, so the touching songs for others are average for her, but he also thinks that Zhang Xiaowei's song is really good.

"Ju Juan, you're wrong, it's not Zhang Xiaowei's grateful heart!" said another girl who had an average relationship with her.

"Isn't it Zhang Xiaowei's grateful heart?, is it the song that is Shuang'er?" Ju Juan looked at a few people with some disbelief, this song has been out for half a month, as for this?

"Fainted?" Several people fell on the bed at the same time in an exaggerated manner, but after Ju Juan's trouble, everyone's mood was much better.

"Ju Juan, is that the song I can hug you!" said the girl with the ponytail a little sentimentally.

"Can I hug you?" Ju Juan's head fluttered when she heard the song's title.

She couldn't help but think of the somewhat lonely figure in her mind, and she remembered that when she was taken away by her brother, the figure rushed back.

When she was about to leave, she said, "Can I hug you one last time?"

"Ju Juan, Ju Juan, what's wrong with you?" The girl with a ponytail saw that the corners of Ju Juan's eyes were actually moist, and hurriedly asked, she didn't think about the other party's tears just by hearing the name of the song.

"Where's that song, play it for me!" Ju Juan gently wiped away the tears in her eyes and said lightly.

"Ju Juan, I don't think it's better to listen to it!" The girl with a ponytail usually knows that the other party is a sentimental person.

Originally, everyone was sad just now, so they almost forgot about it, but when Ju Juan revealed the moist corners of her eyes, she couldn't bear to let Ju Juan listen.

"It's okay to tell me!I know everyone is doing it for my good!" Ju Juan forced out a smile.

"But you have to promise everyone not to cry!" said the girl with a ponytail, solemnly.

"Good!" Ju Juan replied affirmatively.

After a song, Ju Juan's eyes did not have any tear stains, and even the corners of her eyebrows were smiling from the audience. But if you look closely, you will find that at this time, her fingernails are almost inserted into the palms of her hands, and she releases the deep sadness in her heart through her hands.

"Xiaowei, Alun has come to Kyoto, you know?" Dong Meilan obviously called Zhang Xiaowei not to ask for guilt, obviously for other purposes.

"I know! I'm still on the same flight as him, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiaowei asked a little puzzled, whether the other party came to Kyoto or not seems to have nothing to do with him, he is a singer, I am filming TV, and the two sides are not related at all.

"He held a concert at the Kyoto 10th 10,000 people stadium!"

"Oh, just open it, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiaowei didn't understand what the other party meant by saying this.

"He's obviously going to fight us!" Dong Meilan really couldn't help it when she met someone with such a brain.

"What's the fight, he's fighting with you, not with me, what are you afraid of!" Zhang Xiaowei was powerless to complain, after saying that your popularity is not comparable to others, even if you lose, you will not be ashamed.

"You said it lightly, who doesn't know that he is the little king of Asia, how can I compare with him, it's just a joke!" Dong Meilan is obviously also very open, but she doesn't know if it's true or false.

In fact, Dong Meilan really has some small expectations in her heart, even if she loses, it won't be too ugly, after all, people are called the little king of Asia, and she is just a second-rate singer in Huaguo.

"I want to ask you, can you take these two songs and sing them at my concert?"

Dong Meilan finally said her true purpose, after all, she had signed a contract with Kyoto TV, and the whole process was seamlessly broadcast about the timing of her concert.

"You've got to figure it out! You're the lead singer, I'm just the assistant singer. "I'm just a guest singer, and I can't occupy the main position by myself.

"Okay, let's see the situation then!" Dong Meilan didn't force him, after all, she knew Zhang Xiaowei's situation, and the other party was a typical singer who was not popular.

I don't know what's going on, Zhang Xiaowei is not too bad, and the songs he sings are popular all over the country, but why are people not popular.

Zhang Xiaowei hung up Dong Meilan's phone, and the sky was about to get dark at this time, although there was no other situation where cars were everywhere.

However, Kyoto is the place with the largest floating population in the country, and it just happened to be in time for the rush hour to get to and from work, and there was still a lot of traffic on the road at this time, and it was bustling with cars coming and going.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll go back first, will I go to Jingying tomorrow to find you?" Wang Bao looked at the sky and found that the time was not too early, his aunt was worried about herself, and said to Zhang Xiaowei.

"Well, okay then!" Zhang Xiaowei didn't leave the other party behind.

"You have to contact each other for me no matter what, I want to make the right to sing can I hold you mine!" At this time, in a five-star hotel, Hong Zelun was holding a goblet in his hand, and some blood-red red wine in it was shaking with his shaking, and in front of him, a woman of about forty was standing quietly with a briefcase in her hand.

"Aaron, there are very few information about this Zhang Xiaowei on the Internet, and I won't be able to find it out for a while!" The woman listened to Hong Zelun's words and said a little anxiously.

"I don't care, no matter how much money is spent, can I hug you this song must get it!" Hong Zelun had a smile on his face, he didn't care how his assistant contacted him, he just wanted the result.

"But—" The assistant listened to him, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"If you don't have Zhang Xiaowei's contact information, you won't look for it? For example, I saw the coyote band that often scored music for him, their contact information should be easier to find, right?" Hong Zelun said inconspicuously.