After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

After the rehearsal ended that day, Wen Junhui and Song Shengshi's clothes were urgently sent for modification.

It's wearable, but quite difficult to wear because the pants aren't long enough, the waist is too wide, and the shoulders are a bit tight.

The makeup team leader from South Korea was very surprised by the looks of Wen Junhui and Song Shengshi, because he had been following their makeup teacher since their debut and was rather stubborn in his ideas, believing that what was popular was the best.

To put it bluntly, he is a fool with no creativity in his brain.

When she first debuted, many of her smoky hair looks were thanks to him.

But now it seems that it's not that he is too stubborn and lacks creativity, but that he has not encountered anything that really shocks him. When I saw him that day, he had no makeup on his face, just a complete set of clothes including a wig.

He was astonished and repeatedly said that he had never seen such delicate and gorgeous costumes, crowns, and dark patterns on armor in Korea.

Wen Junhui was quite proud, thinking that this was just a sacrificial ceremony in a small county. If it was a celebration or festival that was carried out jointly by the entire region, the makeup teacher would be shocked to death.

Generally, when a sacrificial ceremony is to be held, the county town will hold a three-day fair which will last until eight or nine in the evening.

So after the rehearsal that day, Wen Junhui's family and Song Shengshi's family went to the night market together.

Wen Junhui and Song Shengshi were at the back of the team. Seeing the two families chatting animatedly, Song Shengshi couldn't help but sigh, "Adults really have more common topics."

Song Qingyue next to him nodded.

Although Wen Junhui was attracted by the candied haws not far away, he turned around and laughed at Song Shengshi: "We are already adults~"

There are no adult children here, only Song Qingyue and Wen Junhui's younger brother.

Song Qingyue followed them and listened to their conversations. Sometimes she would ask about things that need to be paid attention to when studying abroad. After all, although the two brothers around her were not studying abroad, they were both role models who went abroad to work hard at a young age.

Wen Junhui's younger brother was too young, and was held hand tightly by Wen's mother as they walked between the two families. But judging from the way he kept looking back, he actually wanted to walk with his brother.

Although there are not many tourists now, it is a rare day off in the year because it is the slack season. It also happens to be a big market day, so people from several nearby villages gather here.

There were a lot of people, and headdresses of various ethnic styles overlapped each other. The streets were actually quite bright at night before, but I don’t know if it was to cater to the sacrificial atmosphere or something, but today the night market was filled with strings of lanterns. They were not the festive bright red ones during the Chinese New Year, but lanterns made of some brush calligraphy written on slightly yellow rice paper, which looked very antique.

Wen Junhui didn't know what the night market looked like in the past, and thought it was just an outfit that the nearby villagers could see on a daily basis. He took out his mobile phone to take pictures while exclaiming how beautiful it was. The strong ancient atmosphere, coupled with the ethnic-style hats of the villagers who accidentally appeared in the picture.

It almost feels like going back to ancient times.

"Shengshi, let me take a few pictures of you." Wen Junhui turned around, but did not see Song Shengshi.

"Song Qingyue, where is your brother?" Wen Junhui turned and asked Song Qingyue who was playing with her mobile phone.

Without her brother around, Song Qingyue felt inexplicably losing her confidence. She quickly put down her phone and answered Wen Junhui's question: "My brother... uh... just now seemed to say he was going to buy something, I didn't hear clearly."

It was obviously just a small matter, but Wen Junhui inexplicably felt an out-of-control irritation. He took Song Qingyue to a stall selling bamboo baskets, away from the crowd, and stood there waiting for Song Shengshi.

"My brother just told us to go first, and he said he would catch up with us soon." Song Qingyue seemed to notice that Wen Junhui had some indescribable emotions, and tilted her head to look at him curiously.

Wen Junhui was immersed in his own thoughts and did not hear what Song Qingyue said.

He seems to be losing control of his emotions more often recently, especially regarding Song Shengshi.