Zhongxi Grand Theater in Xuanzhou City, the venue for the 'Light and Shine' Qixi Concert.

When the bus stopped steadily at the door, Shen Yiran walked out of the car with a guitar bag on his back.

Just ten minutes ago, when he was sitting under the camphor tree next to the playground of the cultural and sports center to sort out his thoughts, Zha Yingyun, the person in charge of the Zhongxi Grand Theater, called him by phone.

On the phone, the marketing manager told him that the theater currently had a rehearsal room vacated and asked if he would be interested in bringing the band to rehearse there.

In the face of such a polite invitation, of course Shen Yiran would not refuse, he knew very well the reason why Zha Yingyun suddenly became so enthusiastic, presumably the other party should have seen the news about the identity of the wanton band.

Previously, he negotiated cooperation with Zha Yingyun as a corporate legal person, and although an agreement was reached, after all, it was a commercial exchange, and this identity could not bring any additional benefits to the other party or to the theater.

But now it's different, now his identity has changed from the person in charge to the lead singer of the suspected wanton band, and the upcoming concert will also change from the original unpopular unsalable to being sought after by tens of thousands of people and hard to get a ticket.

Because the contract stipulates that in terms of ticket revenue, Zhongxi Grand Theater can get 15% of the ticket agency fee, so from the perspective of the theater, of course, the more tickets should be sold, the better.

More importantly, in the face of such a high topic and popularity in today's Han music scene, how to firmly hold this thigh has become the most important thing for Zha Yingyun, the manager of the market development department, to consider.

After making a phone call to Shen Yiran, he specially sent a bus to the cultural and sports center to pick up people, while he himself came to the door of the theater, intending to greet the other party in person.

Therefore, as soon as Shen Yiran got out of the car, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, walking towards this side with a smile.

"Brother Yiran, it's been a long time. ”

waved his hand at himself from afar, and when he heard this greeting, Shen Yiran showed a 'commercial' smile on his face, and when he approached, he shook hands with the other party and said:

"Manager Cha, I've bothered you more!"

As soon as the words fell, Zha Yingyun hurriedly waved his hand and said politely:

"Where, what kind of effort do I have, it's just that Brother Yiran is willing to save face. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the band members who had taken their instruments out of the baggage compartment next to the bus, and continued:

"Come on, come on, brother, it's hot outside, you see if we all go to the theater first and talk again, there is already tea and drinks prepared inside." ”

"Okay, then please check the manager!"

Without saying any more polite words, Shen Yiran turned around, walked to the band, helped lift the drum kit, and then followed Zha Yingyun and walked towards the theater.

"Big... Belch... Shen Yiran, are you familiar with this Manager Cha?"

Walking on the road, looking at Zha Yingyun's back, Bai Yao whispered in Shen Yiran's ear and asked:

"You said that he gave us the rehearsal room, is it because your identity has been exposed, so he wants to pat your ass?"

Hearing such a simple question from the girl, Shen Yiran couldn't help but smile, but he didn't answer directly, but changed the topic and asked:

"Bai Yao, let's leave the rehearsal room alone, let me ask you a question, why do you always like to call me uncle?"

While speaking, Shen Yiran lifted the metal drum rack in his hand upward, and continued aggrievedly:

"It stands to reason that I'm not a few years older than you, am I so old?"

Hearing these two questions, Bai Yao nodded almost without the slightest hesitation, then pouted, looked at Shen Yiran with an innocent face and said:

"That, uncle, can I continue to call you uncle, I seem... It seems to be called getting used to..."

"Okay, you can call it whatever you like!"

Without waiting for the girl to finish speaking, Shen Yiran directly agreed, calling his uncle and eldest brother just a title, and not an insulting name, he didn't have such a small belly.

But to be honest, Shen Yiran has always been a little confident in his appearance, but now it seems that he is a little too optimistic about it.

"Could it be that the aesthetics of today's young people have begun to deviate? Could it be that I am fat, or have I really changed the vicissitudes of life?"

Just when Shen Yiran was secretly entangled in her own image, Bai Yao, who was walking on the side, slowed down little by little, and only when she fell behind the band did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Why is it called Uncle Shen Yiran?

Of course, it's not because the other party looks old, but because he looks too much like a person.

It was a variety show star, and he was Bai Yao's favorite idol when she was a child, and she didn't have one of them.

The man's hair was always messy, and he liked to wear a white shirt, and the top two buttons of the shirt were always unbuttoned at any time, just like when she first met Shen Yiran in the bar.

"Dream Leman Lake!"

This is a cocktail that the man often hangs on his lips on variety shows, he says that this wine is the drink of lonely people, and he says that this wine can make people forget all the troubles in reality.

When she was a child, Bai Yao had a particularly big obsession in her heart, that is, one day, she must drink a cup of Dream Leman Lake.

When she grew up, she dropped out of school early and went into society, and the first thing she did was to learn how to make this cocktail.

Sometimes she was curious why Shen Yiran, who didn't drink, was able to say the name of 'Dream Leman Lake' in one bite, and then thought about it, maybe like herself, the other party had also watched that man's show when she was a child.

'President' is the name that fans refer to that man.

Bai Yao still remembered that the moment Shen Yiran said the name of the cocktail, she felt as if she had seen the president who always appeared on the TV screen again when she was a child, so the word uncle blurted out involuntarily.

"Alas, Dream Leman Lake, I don't know if anyone will remember this wine in the future. ”

Sighing softly, Bai Yao suddenly felt a little dull, but when she raised her head and saw Shen Yiran holding a drum rack in her hand, like a crab, about to cross the theater gate sideways, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"Uncle, wait for me, why don't you hold the drum rack diagonally?"

shouted behind him, Bai Yao trotted all the way to Shen Yiran's side, and the moment they entered the theater, the cold air of the air conditioner made the two of them shiver unconsciously at the same time.

"Eh, I'm calling it right, holding it steadily!

After speaking, Shen Yiran looked up at Bai Yao with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, but what made him collapse was that this little kid actually looked at him with disdain, and ruthlessly exposed his excuse:

"Uncle, won't your conscience hurt when you say this? Sister Ling Yi told me a long time ago that you are road blind and have spatial cognitive impairment!"