At half past five in the morning of October 10th, Ming Chuhan opened her eyes, she thought about it, well, today is the opening day of the music festival, so look forward to it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But when she turned her eyes to Xia Han in the other bed, she was surprised to find that Xia Han was staring at the roof with her eyes open.

"Little box, what are you looking at," Ming Chuhan sighed and covered his mouth with his hand, sleepy in autumn.

"It's nothing, I just think I just want to sing well, why is it so hard." Xia Han was still staring at the roof.

Ming Chuhan thought about it, she got up and got into Xia Han's quilt, "It's okay, if you don't give leave, you won't give leave, what if we are absent from school for two days, it's just a demerit, what else." ”

She knew that Xia Han had been an obedient child since she was a child, and she valued the teacher's opinion very much, but she didn't expect that she had always been tolerant and obedient, but this time she was hit so hard by refusing.

"That Zhou Ling is not worthy of being a teacher, if you go to that bastard cherry band, you will give leave, and if you don't go, you will not give leave, this is her logic, she used the rights given to her by the school in this way. Regardless of her, this department head is despicable enough to always use this trick to oppress people. ”

Ming Chuhan really despised this woman,

"We are not afraid to break our bones for our own ideals."

Ming Chuhan raised his fist exaggeratedly.

"Chu Han, you better go to the tutor and hand over the leave note." After Ming Chuhan knew that Xia Hanmo had asked for leave, he decided to skip class and not ask for leave.

"People say we have a lace tendency, and we've always been inseparable, so of course we'll have to go together."

Ming Chuhan stretched out his arms to hug Xia Han's relatively petite body,

"Oh, it's very material, or we'll be together."

Ming Chuhan exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Although she knew that Ming Chuhan was being funny and diverting her attention, Xia Han still raised her small fist and slapped Ming Chuhan.

"Okay, let's stop making trouble, we still have to pick up a few people from Brother Chen." Xia Han panted.

The Pentium off-road is a seven-seater large car, and it is not a problem to fit the five of them, and musical instruments can also be placed in the back seat.

"This Fang Yuchen, hum, it's really stingy, he didn't even buy a car, and he had to pick him up with Miss Ben, there was really no one with a big score."

Ming Chuhan complained.

On this day, the perimeter of the royal hunting ground was crowded with vehicles and pedestrians, dressed in costumes, happily parking, greeting each other, and then walking inside.

Ming Chuhan found a vacant seat in the boundary of the parking lot half a mile away and parked her Pentium.

As soon as she opened the car door, the noise of various music had already come out, and she saw some little pot friends walking towards the gate accompanied by their parents.

Some of them play suona, some play flutes, some play pocket little guitars, elation is synonymous with them, some passing adults tease them, and the general laughter of parents does not stop.

"Oh, I heard the familiar feeling again," Butler heard a murmur everywhere as he got out of the car, and immediately took a few sliding steps, his shoulders shaking.

The funny appearance made the children of the two families who passed by giggle, and the adults grinned as they looked at this foreign friend.

Butler was very excited when he saw it, it was a typical person who went crazy, and he continued to make a few moves.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "Schett, help carry the drum kit and keyboard,"

In the end, Jimmy and the empty-handed lead singer Miss Ming carried the keyboard, and the comic drummer carried the drum kit, Xia Han only had to carry the guitar on his back.

They followed the flow of people into the gate, and the sound of various music came from afar, and several people looked at each other, all of them were in good spirits, and they walked quickly.

A Mercedes-Benz S350 sedan also came to the parking lot, there is its exclusive parking space, there are only two exclusive parking spaces here, and the owner of one of them came here.

Donnie stepped out of the car in a linen casual suit and shiny black leather shoes.

After more than ten seconds, more than a dozen microphones were handed over,

"Mr. Downey, as the CEO and Chief Producer of Changhong Entertainment Records, at this festival, you are focusing on those singers and bands."

The reporters were shouting and shouting.

Downey's personal assistant pushed the reporter's microphone away, and Downey smiled gracefully at the men and walked inside.

Downey walked dozens of steps around a group of people, and another group of people surrounded an ordinary domestic Foton car that had just stopped, which was also an exclusive parking space.

A tall, thin man in his forties got out of the car, his face was serious.

The man was wearing a gray slim shirt with gray straight-leg jeans underneath and brown platform shoes.

He looked in disgust at the reporters gathered around,

"May I ask Mr. Liu, as the editor-in-chief of the entertainment section of the Northern Daily, what are your expectations for this music festival?"

All sorts of questions were raised.

Liu Yukun stopped and shouted in his Mandarin with a strong Sichuan accent, "Everyone, we are all reporters, can we not be difficult for each other." ”

A thin reporter was unmoved, "If I don't make it difficult for you, the editor-in-chief will be difficult for me, and Mr. Liu also understands it, so I can't help my brother." ”

"I'm commenting on music, I haven't seen the performance of bands and singers, what do I say, do you believe me."

Liu Yukun glared, he felt that this reporter was too pestering.

"I believe what you say," said a middle-aged journalist with a Mediterranean haircut, with the most sincere on his face.

Damn, Liu Yukun almost stumbled, I haven't seen anything, you just believe it, what kind of person.

It was another passer-by passing by, and the personable Donnie handled the reporters with ease, frowning when he found out that there was another group of reporters here.

He looked up and saw the impatient tall and thin figure, and he was tired of it, knowing that this person would definitely come, but it was better not to meet.

However, the reason why Donnie is Donnie has its own commendable point, that is, joy and anger are not good.

"Yukun, what a coincidence, I met here." Donnie greeted with a smile on his face.

"Yo, isn't this Changhong's creative killer?" Liu Yukun sprayed when he saw the other party, which is a common thing.

Donnie was slightly stunned, he and Liu Yukun didn't look at each other and quarreled, but they never argued in front of the public.

Downey had a flash of thought that this was a good opportunity to disparage his opponent.

"Look, Lao Liu doesn't seem to have slept well in the morning," Donnie pointed at Liu Yukun and smiled at everyone.

"You haven't woken up, I don't know if the dreaming young people under your command have woken up, do they still have their own ideals under you, do they still have the passion to create, you have already arranged it, they just need to be robots. Even Haoran is the same. ”

Liu Yukun sneered at Donnie, and Haoran, the king of Changhong, was also unfortunate to lie down.

The eyes of the other reporters were bright, they didn't expect that they would encounter such a lively scene in the routine morning follow-up interview, it was worth the trip.

"Lao Liu, we are all people in this circle, we have something to say, is it really good for you to hold a gun and a stick like this." Downey still maintained his basic demeanor.

His calm and courteous attitude also gave other reporters a great impression.

However, there are also some reporters who secretly curse in their hearts, you are a smiling tiger and a hypocrite, and now someone is almost pointing at your nose and scolding, you are still pretending to be here, you can't be a little bit of a master, so that we entertainment reporters have a hot news, so that we can have something to eat.

"What circle, is it your circle of filth, oh, it's a circle full of lies and copper stench." Liu Yukun smiled sarcastically.

"Hehe, you see how rude he is, and he is suspected of personal attacks on me." Donnie finally became a little angry at this time, and he pointed at Liu Yukun and looked at the reporters.

At this time, the reporters used cameras and high-definition lenses to record the rare tearing scene in front of them, and as for the best fight between the two people, it was what they expected.

"It's worthless to quarrel with you, you're a pig." Liu Yukun pushed away the reporters beside him and strode over.

Donnie walked towards the gate with a blushing face, and behind them were a large number of ecstatic reporters, and the two bigwigs continued to tear apart was what they eagerly hoped for.