Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

When Jiang Qiao returned home, there was a Beijing opera playing in the living room, and Aunt Li bent down to fetch his shoes, and then took the coat from his hand.

"The security guard at the door informed me that you are back, and the bath water has been placed for you upstairs, are you hungry?"

"Trouble, I have no appetite."

Jiang Qiao went straight upstairs, terribly tired.

It wasn't until he left that he realized that there was a strange smell on his body, even in the car, which almost vomited him.

Aunt Li saw that his expression was not right, so she followed to the door.

The door was not closed, and she didn't push it open, so she stood outside and asked, "Xiaoqiao? I made chicken soup during the day, how about some for you?"

"Need not."

Jiang Qiao's voice came from the bathroom, and Aunt Li didn't leave, she was waiting at the door.

in the bathroom.

Jiang Qiao took off all his clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. Thinking of how stupid he was when he went out, he was so angry that he kicked the laundry basket out.

After closing the door, he breathed the familiar air, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

He stepped into the bathtub, buried his body in the warm water, and asked the 'smart butler' to play music.

It's a piano piece of pure music, and he was about to fall asleep listening to it. Just when he was about to fall asleep, the squeaky guitar sound suddenly sounded. Shock the world.

"What a broken song."

Jiang Qiao cursed, and then told the smart butler to shut up.

He climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped himself in a towel.

Aunt Li at the door heard him coming out, so she quietly closed the door and went downstairs, then took out her mobile phone and sent a message.

The phone is ringing.

There are a lot of unread messages, all of which are from friends who learned that he has returned to China and asked him to go out to play, and there is another message from the elder brother.

[Because there is already a family gathering for my father’s birthday this year, I don’t need to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival first, and the gifts will be delivered on time. ]

Jiang Qiao replied 'thank you brother' and put the phone aside.

Compared with most of his peers around him, Jiang Qiao's family relationship is fairly stable and harmonious. His father has neither an illegitimate child nor a mistress, but he doesn't know when he found that he couldn't get out of such a stable and harmonious family relationship. Get halfway warm.

As for those friends, getting together is just eating, drinking and having fun, wasting time.

The only thing that made him feel gratified was Xiao Xitong, but the financial and entertainment circles are too thick, and they don't have any common topics except eating and making money when they stay together.

Jiang Qiao propped up his upper body, his face turned pale.

A terrible thought had crossed his mind just now—maybe he didn't like music that much either, and was obsessed with writing and composing songs, but because other things bored him.

Looking back on his past 24 years, there are very few friends in the circle who have the same ideas as Fa Xiao, and most of them tend to pursue fame and fortune. Few people stood up to support him in the previous plagiarism incidents, which proves all this.And his best mentor, Lan Zhu, has already gone.

In terms of feelings, the number of tempts is zero, let alone anything else.

The works are one after another, most of them are the theme songs of popular TV dramas and movies. They use other people's "stories" to achieve each other, and few of them really express his own attitude - also because he is always ridiculed for his lack of ability.

He is good at writing other people's stories, but not himself.

Jiang Qiao turned over and looked at the reliefs on the ceiling.

He felt that his brain was probably rusted, and he was so stimulated by Tang Mufan that he began to think about these things, which was mediocre.

But some things will become out of control once a hole is torn open.

He picked up his mobile phone and sent invitations to the Mid-Autumn Festival party to his brothers. Sure enough, no one was free, so his father would forget about it. He sent a message to his mother, and the reply was very kind.

"Baby, do you still feel sad because too many things have happened recently? Mom is on vacation. Why don't you book a plane ticket and play with mom?"

Forget it, he's tired of playing.

Jiang Qiao logged on to Weibo, and the fans in the comment area were in harmony.

Trumpet switched.

He saw the latest Weibo posted by the three-point ball band.

[Because the lead singer's brother injured his hand and couldn't find a guitarist with the right ability and the right price, the band went out of business for two months.Those who should go to school go to school, those who should go to work go to work, and move bricks and bricks. ]

The number of comments was 1. Jiang Qiao thought it was a true fan, but it turned out that it was the reply from the 'blogger' himself.

['You heal your wounds and we will support you', I can actually say such disgusting words, but I have to do what I say

— from the humble keyboard. ]

From milk.

Jiang Qiao's lips suddenly curved slightly.

He continued to flip through Weibo of 'three-point ball'.

Last time, due to the mistake of hand slipping, he had a shadow on this Weibo account, and he hadn't seen it until now, so he picked it up now.

This account should be shared by the four of them. "Peppermint Grass Planting Tutorial" is written by Xiaojiu. "Ten Websites You Must Know for Postgraduate Entrance Examination" should be planned by baboons for the future. "Homemade Pickled Pepper and Chicken Feet Tutorial" Don't even have to guess, it says below - 'Lead vocal dictation, keyboard editing'.

This account has everything you need, except for performances, you can find almost anything you want in it.

I had so much fun brushing, I accidentally stayed up all night.

Jiang Qiao rubbed his sore eyes, quit Weibo, and when he was about to shut down, he saw a push that paid special attention to the new developments of the account.

The latest Weibo Erlian of the three-point ball band:

[On how to be a qualified gold medal cabinet brother. ]

[On the possible development of Didi Walking the Dog, a new profession. ]

Cattle fork.

Other than that, nothing to say.

He liked it, locked the screen, and turned off the phone.

Jiang Qiao closed his eyes and went to sleep. This was a rare time for him to stay up all night, and the reason was still the boring reason of checking Weibo.

Four o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Aunt Li just saw him get up and cried out.

"Xiaoqiao, have you encountered something unhappy? Tell Auntie about it." Auntie Li handed him a cup of warm milk, her eyes full of worry: "No matter how busy you are, you will control your time to go to bed early and get up early. I have the experience of getting up at four o'clock."

"Well, it's okay."

He was in a bad mood at first, but after watching "Gold Medal Cabinet Brother" and "Didi Walking the Dog", he felt that his condition was much better.

He opened the work group, agreed to write lyrics for the theme song of an IP-adapted movie, and then began to place orders for original books.

"Aunt Li is cooking something delicious tonight."

"Ah, good." Aunt Li has always firmly believed that having an appetite means that she is in a good mood. When she heard Jiang Qiao 'ordering food', she stopped worrying about him. "I'll bring you chicken soup."

But Jiang Qiao suddenly felt like a moody psychopath now.

After he finished shopping, he clicked back on Weibo.

There is a new private message.

Three Pointers Band: Thank you.

Jiang Qiao wanted to reply 'Thank you, you're welcome', but felt something was wrong, so he typed a new line:

[Come on, you are the best (the emoji pack is calling like crazy)]

Add some cute emoticons and pretend to be a cute female fan.

The other side returned an expression, very perfunctory.

Jiang Qiao's blood rushed to his head, and he continued to send messages.

[Which one is that over there, the keyboard or the bass (emoji pack rubbing eyes)]

[It's the lead singer. ]

[What is the lead singer brother doing (the emoji package gives you a little hair)]

[Shoveling shit with one hand. ]

This is a tasteful private message.

Looking at the chicken soup that Aunt Li had just brought out in front of him, Jiang Qiao suddenly felt that it was not so delicious.

Tang Mufan was in a great mood, and seeing Teddy rubbing against his sneakers frantically after shitting, he also felt pleasing to the eye.