Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Xi Tong didn't move, but grabbed Jiang Qiao's wrist with his backhand.

"Otherwise, pay attention to Weibo and increase exposure. Isn't that what they want? Isn't that what they want to be popular?"

Jiang Qiao also frowned slightly: "They do want to be popular, but it's not because of hype and marketing, but because people really appreciate their music, so they can pay attention to their works, buy their special tickets and feature-length albums."

Xi Tong grabbed his wrist and forced him to take a step back.

"You call this music? You call this a work? Don't you feel uncomfortable listening to it yourself?"

Jiang Qiao wanted to say that he could not like it or be uncomfortable, but he should have the minimum respect for different types of music, but he didn't say what he said, and suddenly a black figure rushed in front of him.

The raised hand knife slashed on Xi Tong's wrist, knocking off his hand, and then protected Jiang Qiao behind him with one hand.

"Tang... Tang Mufan?"

Tang Mufan didn't hear their conversation.The music downstairs was too loud. Xi Tong turned his back to the door when he spoke, and he didn't see his face clearly. He only saw a man holding Jiang Qiao's hand and pushing him towards the corner. He rushed out without thinking much.

After standing still in front of Jiang Qiao, he realized that the other person was Xi Tong.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and when he was hesitating whether to apologize, Jiang Qiao suddenly held his palm, his fingertips were soft, and his palm was hot.

"Are you OK?"

Ah, not the injured hand.

Jiang Qiao realized that his heart was a little too crooked, so he quickly pushed Tang Mufan and stood beside Xi Tong.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Tang Mufan didn't listen to him, nor did he look at Xi Tong's face, but looked down at his hand.

During the period when the other hand was injured, it had endured too much with one hand, and it did not expect that spring would usher in today.

No one spoke.

Jiang Qiao only felt that the scene was extremely embarrassing, and pulled Xi Tong's wrist away.

"I'll take you back first."

He said yes, but when he got to the garage, he opened the driver's door for Xi Tong.

Xi Tong sat in the car, and instead of driving away immediately, he looked up at Jiang Qiao. Perhaps the lights were too dim, and he felt that Jiang Qiao looked a little strange.

"You..." It took him some time to prepare before he could say the complete words, "If you do this, uncles and aunts will be very disappointed."

"No way." Jiang Qiao didn't think about how his parents would react when they found out about this, but his parents never interfered with his various choices since he was a child, and many people around him were gay. There was no resentment.

Xi Tong said again: "He is not suitable for you."

"Whether it's suitable or not... I haven't even written my horoscope yet."

There was some regret in Jiang Qiao's voice.

Xi Tong only left four words for Jiang Qiao in the end: "You will regret it."

Jiang Qiao watched his car go away, his expression still helpless.

I have said the horoscope and haven't written a word, and I have no chance to regret it.

He turned and walked back, and caught a glimpse of Tang Mufan in the stairwell.

It was probably cleaned out specially for them. Except for a wobbly lamp, even the walls had been repainted, filled with a pungent smell. Tang Mufan stopped and waited, his eyes not leaving him.

"What are you doing here, shouldn't you hurry up and rehearse?"

He walked upstairs, and when he moved a step away from Tang Mufan, his wrist was grabbed.

Jiang Qiao turned his head, first glanced at his hands and then at Tang Mufan.

He didn't change into too dazzling performance fees, black trousers, a black leather jacket with some colorful graffiti, ChromeHearts cross earrings, dangling against his neck, very wild.

Tang Mufan asked him: "Who is it not suitable for?"

Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What do you think."

Tang Mufan didn't expect this topic to be brought back, he was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

He saw Jiang Qiao standing under the lamp, as if the sun was shining above his head, the halo was so big that it dazzled his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, Jiang Qiao pulled his hand back.

"Go back and get ready for the show."

Tang Mufan followed Jiang Qiao up the stairs. They went up and down, Jiang Qiao walked fast, and the distance was just enough for him to see his ass when he looked up...

Hold.

It's really warped.

The two separated in the stairwell, Jiang Qiao returned to the second floor, while Tang Mufan went backstage to prepare.

Each band has a 15-minute performance time, so there are quite a lot of bands waiting in the background.

Milk and the others occupied a corner to wait for him. They had just arrived, and they were so excited.

"Boss, did you hear that? Fuck the sound quality, it's nice to have money."

Of course Tang Mufan heard it as soon as he came.

Moon Bay is not only a change in appearance, but the built-in facilities have been upgraded to a higher level. All the high-end products made in foreign countries are [-]% new, and only Jiang Qiao can do this.

He doesn't like rock music, but he respects music to the utmost.

At the beginning, only small bands signed up for the performance fee. Later, several well-known old bands in the local area also signed up. The money was confiscated, and they came for the equipment.

It is said that spare musical instruments are also provided on site, and each model is the white moonlight in the hearts of those who play musical instruments.

Milk sighed again.

"It's nice to have money."

Jiang Qiao took out the guitar that Jiang Qiao sent back from his gig bag, and he saw a brand new strap, and many small parts had also been changed. The strings were not changed, but there was a bag of brand new strings of the same model in the gig bag.

He thought of Jiang Qiao's black card. Except for opening it for the first time, he never took it out of the piano bag from the beginning to the end. Although others wanted to try the feel, he banned them in the end.

He didn't know what Jiang Qiao would think, but he was really just worried about breaking it.

Tang Mufan tuned the guitar and pressed a few chords.

Milk stood behind him, and tied a red hair headband on his forehead.

"?"

Milk raised the handkerchief of the same color in his hand: "This is called group soul."

Xiaojiu's dreadlocks tied him up, and the baboon tied him around his arm.

Tang Mufan didn't say anything, he had to respect the unique aesthetics of a gay guy who wanted to be zero but was afraid of pain and wanted to be one but was afraid of bad performance.

"It's our time."

Tang Mufan stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and the others stretched out their hands.

"Rush rush!"

"Rush rush!"

"Crush the duck."

The milk was stepped on.

Jiang Qiao was on the second floor and had been sitting in his own seat. From this position, he could fully see the performance downstairs. However, when Tang Mufan's band came on stage, he still stood up and walked quietly. to the fence.

Although he has arranged for professionals to re-adjust the sound facilities and lighting facilities in the venue, due to the small stage, the lighting problem has not been greatly improved. It dangles with the rhythm of the music and cannot be seen most of the time. The faces of the lead singer and the rest of the band.

He couldn't see his face, so what attracted him at the moment was only Tang Mufan's performance.

Some people practice perfectly in private, but once they stand on the stage, they will overturn due to negative emotions such as nervousness and fear. There is another kind of genius, who practice very well in private, and will bloom with [-]% charm on stage .

Whether it's standing on tiptoe holding the mic, or walking to the front of the stage with the guitar on your back to interact with the audience, or even a gesture of raising your hand, it all contributes to this perfect performance.

Jiang Qiao liked the setting of the headband very much. The red cloth strips were floating behind his head, making him look like a major general fighting on the battlefield.

Youthful spirit, who will compete with it.

This is the greatest charm of young bands.

What made Jiang Qiao's heart burn was that Tang Mufan's strumming and his leading voice perfectly blended together, making him feel like he was also on the stage.

This is a performance, not like a performance, but everyone playing music together.

The last song is "magic", which is about his belief - music.

Tang Mufan's last move was to raise his right hand above his head, grab a handful of light, and then open his palm forward.

Jiang Qiao felt that he might be blind, so he felt that Tang Mufan's eyes were looking at him at this moment.

He was originally a very confident person, but after meeting Tang Mufan, his self-confidence was shattered, and he didn't dare to think about it.

After a hundred dancers finished, Jing Han came back from the first floor.

He recorded a video on his cell phone and showed it to Jiang Qiao. It turned out to be the Three Pointers band.

"I like this." Jing Han paused, pointing at the drummer Xiaojiu with his fingertips.

Jiang Qiao slapped him on the back of his hand: "Beast, he's only 17 years old."

"Huh? Underage? Then I'll change it."

First of all, he doesn't like the bass with glasses very much, but the vocals and keyboards are good.

"I'll think about it."

Jiang Qiao snatched his phone and deleted the video immediately.

"Damn it, you can't move people in this band."

Jing Han put his hand on his chin, stared at Jiang Qiao in thought for a moment, and suddenly realized his expression: "I said, why are you not interested in anyone, so you like to go to bed together!"

Jiang Qiao picked up the wine glass, with an indifferent and cold look in his eyes.

"I was wrong. I was wrong."

Jing Han quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Forget it. In fact, I don't like people who engage in art very much. They talk about dreams and distant places every day. They are so hypocritical. In the end, it's all about money anyway."

Jiang Qiao almost rolled his eyes at him.

"I still say that, you were not killed because your ancestors blessed you."

Jing Han just smiled.

After Tang Mufan's band performance ended, Milk wanted to go up to the second floor to find Jiang Qiao, took out his cell phone and made a call before being put up.

He asked Tang Mufan behind him: "Boss, how did you slip up just now?"

Tang Mufan didn't make a sound, Xiaojiu knocked him on the head.

"You slipped away, and you asked him how he got up." After Xiaojiu finished speaking, he touched Tang Mufan with his arm: "Right, boss."

"..." Tang Mufan didn't feel anything at first, but after hearing his words, he felt that something was wrong, as if he was particularly good at sliding doors and picking locks.

Jiang Qiao ordered a few more glasses of wine, and saw them come up before he sat down.

"Brother Bridge~"

Milk is naturally the most enthusiastic one, and he took Jiang Qiao's arm when he got close.

Jiang Qiao didn't push him away either, letting the others sit casually.

"Come on, let me introduce you. Mr. Jing, he has numerous companies under his name, involving 360 lines, and most of them lost money, but they made a good comeback with a movie with a box office of 50 billion the year before last."

"Hello."

Jing Han was quite enthusiastic. After all, Jiang Qiao had never brought anyone to them for a serious introduction in these years.

However, the spirited guys on the opposite side were obviously not good at socializing, Tang Mufan just nodded, and the two behind them simply stood still.

Only Milk, who has rich experience in the cabinet, greeted him across Jiangqiao.

Jiang Qiao thinks that a character like Jing Han's incompetence should be able to get along with anyone, and Jing Han obviously thinks so too, but when he faces Tang Mufan, it's like facing an iron plate.

"You guys have a tacit understanding in performance. How long has it been established?"

"Not short."

"The guitar sounds cool, is it you who can play the lead singer handsome guy?"

Tang Mufan looked at him like an idiot.

Jiang Qiao put his hand on Tang Mufan's shoulder, and explained to Jing Han before he made a loud noise: "I played the main melody."

Jing Han's eyes lit up.

"It's you?"

He had heard Jiang Qiao's songs before, and they had a completely different style.

"Why, I still think I can't make a false bomb."

"No, just a little surprised."

"Surprised at what?"