Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Renovating the studio, celebrating his father's birthday, and moving, Jiang Qiao spent a busy and fulfilling month.

The assistant urged him to finish the new album.

There was only the MV shooting of the last theme song left for the new album, but it was shelved because the single that was released as a surprise was suspected of plagiarism. Now that everything has been resolved, it should be busy with the new album, but Jiang Qiao Lost interest.

"Say more."

In September, stepping on the tip of Xia Tian's tail, Jiang Qiao moved into a new villa. When sorting out old things, he dug out an electric guitar from the bottom of the box.

The body of the piano is pitch black, the edges are white, and the bridge is gold. These three colors are very monotonous when viewed separately, but when collided together to make an electric guitar, it has a unique elegance and low luxury.

It is not suitable for Tang Mufan, but Jiang Qiao wants to give him this piano.

He remembered Tang Mufan's address, but he was afraid that after more than a month, they changed places. After all, it sounded like they had a lot of travel experience, but luckily he also added Milk's WeChat.

Looking for Milk's WeChat on the mobile phone, I searched for 'milk' and found that it was not there.

"Didn't you add a note?"

Jiang Qiao tried milk, but it didn't work either.

What is his WeChat nickname, I have no impression.

Well, then we can only turn the record forward in time.

Fortunately, he doesn’t have the habit of deleting chat records. Although he searched for a long time, he still found it. Milk’s WeChat nickname doesn’t match his own. It’s extremely official: 166XXX on the three-point keyboard, followed by a phone number, looking like a tragic job seeker the setting sun.

Jiang Qiao clicked on it, and saw several messages sent over there. The time span was very long, and he had read them all, but had no impression?

Is it because you are too busy?

Jiang Qiao edited the sentence "How have you been recently?" and sent it, but received a big red exclamation mark: The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party.

Convex!

Depend on!

He was actually blocked.

This is so damn fresh.

Jiang Qiao used to think that he had a very good temper, but when he saw the exclamation point, he wanted to fly and kill him, so he grabbed Milk's collar and used left and right uppercuts.

Blocked me?

From school to debut, Jiang Qiao has been in trouble on both the main road and the fork road. How many people can't find his personal contact information? How dare this bastard block him?

It's time for a dog.

It was impossible for him to take the initiative to add it back, and it was also impossible to make a phone call. He chose to find the Weibo account of the three-point ball band, and then obtained their movements through spying on Weibo.

There are less than [-] fans, but the number of Weibo is quite a lot. Jiang Qiao clicked to follow, only to realize that he had used a large account, so he quickly canceled and switched to a small account.

He himself doesn't like hype, and the plagiarism incident just offended him before, and the media didn't dare to make a fuss about it. Besides, the other party is just a small band, and 'Hand Slip' didn't cause any trouble.

Jiang Qiao always hangs on the trumpet, and sets the "Three Points Band" as a special focus. After waiting for a few days, he finally got their latest news.

"The first stop back home, Moon Bay Art Center, looking forward to your appearance."

The address is in the same city.

No wonder he didn't feel uncomfortable eating the dishes cooked by Tang Mufan, it turned out that he was a 'folk'.

Jiang Qiao added the time and address to the itinerary, and said sternly, "Just wait, little brat."

After thinking about it, he put the guitar in his gig bag, right at the door, ready to take it out to beat someone at any time.

Jiang Qiao stayed at home every day, but he couldn’t stay at home. He started to clean up the emails left in his work mailbox. He was not interested in most of the invitations from various variety shows and reality shows, but one attracted him. his eyes.

He was invited to be a judge of a music variety show. Unlike other shows, this show was for bands. He looked at the production team and found that there were actually some acquaintances of his own.

Jiang Qiao went to WeChat to find someone, and then found himself angry when he saw this icon.

Fortunately, Tang Mufan's band's performance in Moon Bay was just two days away, so he didn't have to hold his breath for too long.

He edits the message and hits send.

The news over there came back very quickly.

Bigfoot: [Be obediently, bang loudly, Mr. Jiang, what do you want me for? ]

Jiang Qiao said that he is interested in his show, but he also has different suggestions in some places.

[I took a look, and most of the bands you have invited are professional bands that have been established for a long time. The judges’ settings need to be changed a bit. Bands not only need professional judges’ comments, but more purely “likes” .Because most of the bands have distinct characteristics, and they are proud and arrogant, they can accept that you say you don't like his style, but they can't hear you say that he is not good. ]

[Your suggestion is really good. It is purely based on preferences to decide whether to go or stay. This will create conflicts, and if there are conflicts, there will be disputes. If there are disputes, I will arrange a few hot searches, and the show will not be popular. up! ]

Jiang Qiao thought to himself: Is this what I mean?Am I talking to someone?

Bigfoot: [Just follow the love you said, will you come? ]

Jiang Qiao turned off WeChat, thinking that the app was really annoying.

Two days passed in a flash.

Before going out, he struggled for a long time and changed three sets of clothes. In the end, Jiang Qiao chose his favorite white shirt and black trousers, picked out a new windbreaker that had just been delivered, and carefully selected an eighth Chromatic brooch.

In order to avoid being photographed and recognized, all his outfits are brand new.

After packing up, he took the piano bag and went to the underground garage.

The moment he put the gig bag in the trunk, Jiang Qiao felt that his joyful look didn't look like he was seeking revenge, but more like a date.

"..." He cursed silently, and finally got into the car with a little joy.

Moon Bay is a livehouse with a relatively long history in the city. The long history here is certainly not a compliment.Jiang Qiao searched the reviews on the Internet, and the three words dirty and messy can be summed up simply. The sound effects are spicy, and the lighting is sparse. The only advantage is that it is cheap, and you can get in if you buy wine.

Jiang Qiao reserved a quiet place on the second floor. He only needed to be in charge of the 'distance observation'. He was afraid that his ears would not be able to bear the close observation.

He doesn't plan to wear a mask or hat. Music audiences are different, so people don't necessarily know him much, and even if they recognize him, it's just listening to a livehouse, and it's not doing something shady.

He arrived very early, and there were not many customers in the store. There were people standing or sitting. He thought that the show would start later. Unexpectedly, after sitting for a while, someone appeared on the stage with a microphone.

"Welcome everyone to 'Moon Bay'. Without further ado, let's go straight to the hard goods. Welcome to the three-point ball band!"

Jiang Qiao glanced at the scene, there were no more than 50 people including the bartender, how much money did Tang Mufan and the others earn from this performance?

He lay on the guardrail on the second floor, looked down and saw four or five people moving to the center of the stage?

How come there are more people here?

Only then did he notice that Tang Mufan didn't have a guitar on him, so he probably invited a new guitarist.

The drum beat, and the lead guitar joined in. Jiang Qiao immediately stuffed two balls of tissues into his ears, and didn't take them away until Tang Mufan's voice sounded.

The professional ability of this new guitarist is not to be flattered, the playing collapsed at the beginning, and there are still several mistakes in the end, which is just suitable for the live audio facilities. It is estimated that not many people can really hear it, Tang Mu Fan's performance is as usual.

Jiang Qiao saw the fans whose expressions were still numb at the beginning began to sway and dance to the music, and he also began to nod along with the rhythm.

During the period, people who passed by recognized him, said hello, and passed away.

After the ten-minute performance was over, he slipped backstage to block Tang Mufan and the others.

There were not many bands waiting in the backstage, three or five, but it seemed very crowded in a small space. Jiang Qiao saw Tang Mufan passing by a man in a leather jacket. sleeve, and then he saw Milk's dazzling milk-blonde curly hair flick, rushing to Tang Mufan.

"Want to fight? We've already finished the performance. You will be on stage in 10 minutes. Are you sure you want to fight?"

The man in leather swears, but he doesn't continue to lean in front of Tang Mufan.

Milk dragged Tang Mufan's sleeve to the corner, took out the prepared gauze and wrapped his whole right arm, then carefully bent it, and put on the suspender.

Jiang Qiao glanced around, no one was paying attention to him, he carefully pushed aside the crowd and squeezed past.

"How did you get hurt?"

"Fuck!"

"hiss."

Three voices sounded, Jiang Qiao glanced at the other shocked people, and finally looked at Tang Mufan's pale face from pain.

"You, are you okay?"

Tang Mufan felt very bad.

There are beads of sweat on the forehead, hot and cold, hot from tired, cold from pain.

He took away Milk's paw with the other hand, bit his back molars and said, "Do you think my hands are not useless enough?"

Milk jumped away: "Aww! I'm sorry!"

Jiang Qiao poked it cautiously: "Are you all right?"

The guitarist injured his hand, which is really not a good thing, but he heard Milk say immediately: "It's okay, a slight fracture, just recover."

"yes."

Jiang Qiao carefully looked at Tang Mufan's injured hand, and then at the others. His hand was fine, but his face was more or less bruised.

Fresh hanging color.

"If you come back to China and start a fight, shouldn't I boast that you deserve it?"

"us……"

Just as Milk was about to speak, Tang Mufan coughed again, interrupted him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

It's okay not to ask.

As soon as he asked Jiang Qiao, he remembered his purpose for coming.

Jiang Qiao, who had never behaved so impolitely as someone raising his finger, pointed his index finger at the bridge of Milk's nose fiercely.

"You actually blocked me!"

"It's not me! It's the boss who pulled the black!"

Ok?

Jiang Qiao looked at Tang Mufan again: "Give me an explanation."