It was another Wednesday night, the weather was not very good, and Hangzhou in March was still very cold, and it was biting cold. Zhang Huban came to the bar as usual, and today is the day of the performance.

Song Yulin's mood in the past two days has been very bad, just like the weather in Hangzhou. The day after tomorrow was the day after tomorrow, but the accompanying bands were all temporarily replaced. And the people who came over were some second- and third-rate performers, which made Song Yulin extremely angry about the company's arrangement. Originally, at this time, it should be in the rehearsal of the concert program the day after tomorrow, but as soon as she saw those emotionless and old-fashioned performances, Song Yulin completely lost the ** of the rehearsal.

"Sister Li, today's rehearsal is canceled!" Song Yulin called Zhang Li, an economist who was waiting in the rehearsal hall.

"But Yulin, there will be a concert the day after tomorrow, and if you don't rehearse, it's probably too late. Although Zhang Li was very dissatisfied with the company's temporary arrangement to change the band, as an economic person, she still persuaded her dutifully.

"I said no, if the company doesn't change its mind, I'd rather sing a cappella!" After speaking, Song Yulin blushed and threw the microphone down with an angry "snap". Tears rolled in her eyes almost uncontrollably, for this tour, Song Yulin can be said to have spent a lot of thought, Hangzhou was the first stop she chose, but she didn't expect such a thing to happen before the tour started. I wanted to use this tour to revive the glory of three years ago. I didn't expect the company to come up with such a move, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and it is even more unrealistic to cancel the concert, but if the concert is held like this, it will only backfire. Song Yulin is really distressed!

The phone in the room rang, and Song Yulin, who was thinking about it more and more, picked up the phone angrily and scolded angrily: "I said that I would not rehearse, how many times do I want to say it?"

"Whew, why did Song Meinu have such a big temper, which disobedient person offended you again, I'll help you fire him!haha!" came a man's voice full of schadenfreude on the other end of the phone.

"Master Zhang, do you have anything to do? I'll hang up if it's okay. Song Yulin showed a bored expression and said impatiently.

Zhang Dagongzi's full name on the other end of the phone is Zhang Chongjun, the baby son of the chairman of Gorgeous Entertainment Company, and one of the directors of the company.

Song Yulin is the brightest star in the gorgeous company, because the singing voice is pure, ethereal like the sound of heaven, and the personal self-cleanliness is very popular with the public, and is regarded as the ice heart jade girl, the queen of the music world. It's just that there are many newcomers in this year, and various pop styles are flooding the record market, and everyone's tastes are changing rapidly. Song Yulin's more traditional music style and singing style were quickly drowned out by the wave of popularity, coupled with the fact that there has been no popular song recently, and the company is only keen on the cultivation and promotion of newcomers.

A female singer like Song Yulin, who is tall, has a delicate face, and is innocent, how could Zhang Chongjun let it go. Offering great affection, sending flowers, diamonds, and incense cars, but Song Yulin refused to do so, which made Zhang Chongjun very annoyed. After that, Song Yulin was suppressed everywhere, which led to a great decline in the board of directors' publicity and record production efforts for Song Yulin, which is also one of the reasons for the rapid decline of Song Yulin's reputation in the past three years.

"Don't worry, Song Beauty, I heard that your concert will be held the day after tomorrow, and the new accompaniment band arranged for you is still satisfied! Zhang Chongjun burst into a happy laugh.

"It turned out that you were the ghost, you bastard!" Song Yulin finally understood that it was Zhang Chongjun who was behind the scenes, and he actually said foul words in anger, which shows Song Yulin's importance to this concert and her hatred for Zhang Chongjun.

"Haha, don't be angry, Song Meinu, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the band that originally cooperated with you is now in Shanghai, ready to accompany our new generation of music diva Zhang Yan!

"Sister Yulin, I'm sorry, come on. The voice of a woman full of schadenfreude came over the phone again, and then a rotten woman's moans were heard on the phone.

Song Yulin dropped the phone angrily again, her face turned red with anger, and tears finally flowed uncontrollably. muttered in his mouth: "Is it so difficult to be a singer? Do you have to take it off?" But soon Song Yulin wiped away her tears, and showed a resolute expression on her white pretty face, "I, Song Yulin, will never admit defeat, and I will never laugh like these garbage!"

Although he knows the whole story, he also knows that there is no room for maneuver in this matter, unless he is willing to give in and is willing to curry favor with Zhang Chongjun's crotch like Zhang Yan, but Song Yulin will never do such a thing, even if she can't be a singer. "Let's go out for a walk, come on Song Yulin!" Song Yulin said to herself, and then picked up her beautiful handbag, wearing a velvet hat and a scarf that tightly surrounded her white tender neck, leaving only about half of her face.

The weather outside was very cold, almost a little masochistic walking in the biting cold wind, so that Song Yulin seemed to get a certain degree of relaxation and relief, and a few branches of plum blossoms on the side of the road that were opening in the wind seemed to give Song Yulin greater courage. Song Yulin lived in the Xizi Hotel on Nanshan Road, a five-star state guesthouse in Hangzhou, and after walking wildly for a while, Song Yulin came to a place full of bars. A charming, light, ethereal, and tender saxophone floats out of a bar.

"Girl from Ipanema!" Song Yulin exclaimed softly, her face full of surprise, she didn't expect that she could hear her favorite songs in Hangzhou, and they played it so perfectly. The footsteps involuntarily walked towards the western paradise.

As soon as I pushed through the door, I saw an ordinary-looking young man with his cheeks puffed out, bending gracefully from time to time, and his fingers moving flexibly on the buttons. Hearing such a perfect and familiar "Girl from Ipanema" more clearly inside, Song Yulin's eyes flashed, so she found a corner with dim lights and sat down. Due to the cold weather, there were not many people in the bar, and almost all of them were engrossed in enjoying Zhang Hu's performance, so no one noticed a big star coming in, of course, even if they did, they might not be able to recognize Song Yulin who was tightly wrapped.

Although everyone didn't notice this special customer, Zhang Huban noticed this unusual woman. The faint sorrow, the look in his eyes after hearing this song, made Zhang Huban realize that this was a woman who knew more about music. Maybe it's because it's hard to find a bosom friend, or maybe it's Song Yulin's faint sorrow that infected Zhang Huban. Zhang Huban added more free variation and improvisation to this piece, and the unbridled and charming and light saxophone made everyone seem to see the youthful and lively, bronzed-skinned Ipanema girls, swaying in front of them, swaying in front of them, and disappearing into the vast sea of people.

At the end of the song, everyone was deeply intoxicated by the beautiful reverie just now. The belated applause was like a tidal wave, and Song Yulin completely forgot about her troubles and identity, and clapped her jade palms desperately. Maybe it was the appreciation of the beauty that stimulated Zhang Huban's male surname hormones, or maybe he wanted to completely drive away the faint sadness on the girl's face, Zhang Huban didn't get off the stage to rest for a while as usual, and his style changed. A saxophone with a strong hard pop style sounds, and the wild, thick, full, and penetrating sound suddenly strikes everyone's soul. The bohemian and indifferent feeling of everything filling everyone's heart, the gorgeous glissando, the varied riffs, everything makes everyone captivated by the music of Zhang Hubian again.

The saxophone on the shore of Zhang Lake made Song Yulin forget all her troubles for a while, and also allowed her to temporarily escape the cruelty of reality. Although Zhang Huban had already stopped playing, Song Yulin still sat quietly in the corner alone, slowly reminiscing about the impact that Zhang Huban brought to her the short soul just now. It wasn't until eleven o'clock that Song Yulin left helplessly.

I don't know when the snow fell outside, and the whole world seemed to turn into a sea of white. A woman staggered forward in the wind and snow, her thin body looking so lonely, so helpless. But from such a lonely and helpless thin back, Zhang Huban seemed to feel the unyielding and perseverance of the strange woman in the bar just now.

Suddenly, the woman who was advancing in the wind and snow fell, but soon she got up again with difficulty, and limped on. Zhang Hupan's heart seemed to be touched, and an idea of wanting to help her and protect her spontaneously arose. Flying into the car, Zhang Huban quickly pedaled behind Song Yulin.

"Do you need me to give you a ride?" asked Zhang Huban with great concern.

The sudden question from someone behind him surprised Song Yulin, who had been enduring the pain in her crutches. Turning back to meet a pair of eyes that were staring at him with concern.

"The saxophonist of the bar!" Zhang Huban's appearance surprised Song Yulin, and she couldn't help but exclaim softly.

"Yes. Zhang Huban nodded with a smile and continued: "Although the security in Hangzhou is very good, it is not safe for a girl to walk here late at night, not to mention that it is so cold and bad weather, and it is easy for the body to catch a cold." And at this time, it is difficult to get a taxi here. ”

(To be continued)