Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Tang Mufan pinched the poster of "Crazy Band" for a long time, and even forgot to eat lunch.

The lead singer of Lancai said that this time the show is a bit different. Although it can’t escape the routine of variety show hype and popularity in the end, its production team at least knows the band as a whole, and won’t break up the show. , Another advantage is - more money.

"A lot of well-known bands go there. There is a lot of movement from the fans, and there are even curses, but they are still willing to go. They want the band's music to be seen by more people, and they want niche rock bands to go."

"Of course, the main repayment is too much, and my buddies are almost unable to afford milk powder."

There are all kinds of people in this circle, young bands who have just left campus, and unscrupulous boy bands like us who have been playing nightclubs since they were teenagers, but more of them are still working hard to be grandchildren and earning milk powder to become parents in their teens. , an old Paoer who is so busy that he can't wait for sex, but is still unwilling to give up his music dream.

Rotten Cai is a typical old Paoer band. They didn't know how to point out the way, but also mocked, and they said to Tang Mufan: "You guys try it, maybe you will become famous if you show your face."

In some industries, good-looking skins do not add points, and people are put in the position of "vases" because of their appearance, and their real strength is covered up instead.

When we went to participate in the competition, most of them said that our band was formed based on their faces. They said it behind their backs and said it in person. At first, Tang Mufan would fight with each other. Later, after the milk was added, he said, "I just want to listen, don't scold me." I'm good-looking', successfully calming down the anger.

Tang Mufan will no longer be angry when he hears such words now, and is thinking about the word 'red'.

Red doesn't mean good, and high entry fee doesn't necessarily mean that the band's work is excellent, but if it's not popular and there is no entry fee, it will definitely starve to death.

Real art cannot be measured by money, but those who create art will starve to death without money.

The reality is so cruel.

After the afternoon class, Tang Mufan bought some snacks and went back to the hospital. When he returned to the ward, Jiang Qiao was still there.

Everyone in Lin Meigui's ward passed, and the first ward was crowded like a New Year's Eve. Fortunately, the other ward was also noisy, so I didn't feel any difference.

Tang Mufan distributed the snacks to everyone, went to Jiang Qiao, and handed over the remaining half box.

When the lid was opened, Jiang Qiao could smell a spicy smell.

Jiang Qiao frowned, "It's not good to eat these things before the wound heals?"

Tang Mufan: "It's not important."

Milk grinned and added, "It's fine if you die."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

All laugh into a group.

Jiang Qiao also laughed, wearing a disposable set to eat roasted chicken feet, so the food culture is extensive and profound, first marinated and then roasted, the chicken feet have the aroma of the marinated ingredients, after roasting, it becomes more chewy, and I can't wait to bite it Chew all the bones.

"tasty."

I wanted to praise the taste of the person next to me, but I turned my head and saw Tang Mufan curled up in the corner of the sofa and fell asleep.

Young Zhang Jun's face was very obviously tired, his eyes were covered with shadows, and his complexion was not good-looking.

"Didn't you sleep much?" asked Milk in a low voice.

"Get up at □□, I'm going to the piano shop to teach two lessons in the morning."

Milk handed over a coat, it wasn't long enough, and it was handed over to Jiangqiao just after it arrived.

Jiang Qiao took off the disposable cover, stretched over the clothes, stretched the coat by the collar, and put it on Tang Mufan lightly.

The ward immediately fell silent, and Suo's eyes stared like copper bells, looking at him in unison.

When Jiang Qiao raised his head to look at the crowd, there was no sign of guilt on his face, even the fans he faced were calm and sincere.

"Eat quickly, pack up after eating."

"Oh! Eat, eat, eat!"

Jiang Qiao also lowered his head and ate the remaining three chicken feet in the box.

After they finished eating, they all slipped away on the pretext of throwing away the trash, but Lin Meigui didn't leave, and went to Jiang Qiao hesitantly.

"Ms. Jiang, I haven't said a serious thank you to you yet." After she finished speaking, she bent down and bowed.

Jiang Qiao got up quickly and helped her to sit beside her.

"It's too early to say thank you, because I'm not sure you weren't really 'saved'."

Lin Meigui wanted to give a small smile, but it was too much, so it was fine.

Lin Meigui looked down at the two on her knees, turned them over to the right, and held a bank card in her palm.

"People say that hospitalization, psychiatrists, and lawyers are all hired by you. I don't have much savings online. This is all I can get after cobbling together with my friends."

Jiang Qiao took the bank card and grabbed her at the same time. The shallow mark on the palm should have been made by her to wake herself up when she had a nightmare. She curled her fingers slightly, trying to hide the wound, but Jiang Qiao didn't stop her. just watch.

After a long time, sigh.

"I know it's hard, but I hope you can persevere."

The psychiatrists who should say it must have said it, and it must be better than professional, and the only thing I can say is this sentence.

Lin Meigui didn't seem to see any flaws on her face, she said softly, "I'm fine, Teacher Jiang, don't worry, I also want to tell you that I'm not hurt at all, staying here is just a waste of money, so I think... courtyard."

"Hospital?" The hospital is indeed not a suitable place to stay for a long time, Jiang Qiao thought about it, "Then let me help you find a nursing home?"

Lin Meigui shook her head vigorously, "Don't bother, you've already done enough."

After finishing speaking, she got up and bowed to Jiang Qiao again, walking away almost like running away.

Jiang Qiao felt extremely depressed, looking at the one sleeping beside him.

"Why are everyone you know so hard to serve, and don't want anything."

"Because no matter what money you owe, you have to pay it back."

Tang Mufan made a sudden sound, and raised his arms hanging by his side, his arms resting on his eyelids.

Jiang Qiao was startled, picked up the coat on the ground, and said embarrassingly, "Woke you up?"

Just as he was about to cover Tang Mufan back again, his body suddenly tilted, and the rubbing shoulders fell down, and his head just rested on his lap.

Jiang Qiao held up his coat with both hands, and put it anywhere.

"You tossed me to sleep last night, you should."

Jiang Qiao made an 'ah' sound, "What are you talking about, it makes me look like my skills are poor."

The one on the lap opened his eyes and stared coldly.

Jiang Qiao's idol was heavily burdened, and he covered his chin with both hands.

Tang Mufan asked what was going on.

"Death in the angle of death at your angle."

Tang Mufan snorted, turned his head down, and turned to lying on his side.

The sofa is bigger than the one in the room, but it has long legs that can't be put down, and the legs are draped presumptuously on the arms.

"Ask a question."

"Say."

"Didn't you say you sleep badly?"

If Jiang Qiao didn't lie down on his lap, he would definitely slap the table and get up now.The elegant gentleman named Young Master Jiang, how could it be possible that he slept badly, but when he was thinking about trying to defend himself, the scene of Tang Mufan came to mind.

"Uh... Maybe it's because I was having a dream."

"Dream? Dreamed that you were participating in a martial arts conference?"

"Almost."

Just click on the ending.

Jiang Qiao was wondering whether to describe the specific plot of the dream, and waited for a long time before hearing Tang Mufan speak again, lowered his head, and found that he fell asleep again.

Jiang Qiao put his coat back on, and it fell on his waist very lightly and slowly.

Fingers curled up, palms did not touch the body, a kind of innocence that does not match this age, the mood at this moment is like a school sports meeting, a girl receives a coat from a boy she has a crush on.

Day, how to put myself into the role of a little girl.

Jiang Qiao took the opportunity and asked Jing Han's psychiatrist about the evaluation of Lin Meigui.

Jing Han replied very slowly, Yu Qie went to open Weibo, logged in to the trumpet account, and the first article on the home page was the only one concerned—the latest Weibo of the Three-Point Ball Band.

[Gu, the youngest in our grade, said that he must be headed, no brother did not take care of it. ]

This sentence should be made by milk.

Maybe the content in the words is a bit heart-warming. Under this Weibo, there are dozens of comments, some of his brother bands, and some of this Weibo's few live fans.

[Taking this path is not easy, it is not a bad thing to realize the cruelty of reality this early. ]

[What the hell, I met something very unpleasant, tell my brothers to be happy, my brother's bar!Please eat hot pot! ]

[What's the matter with your band, I haven't seen any news about your performance recently, is the lead singer still not well, and the drum is injured again? ]

[It must be better!I still want to hear you sing. ]

……

Jiang Qiao went through all the comments, and then replied with two words - come on.

Other than that, I really don't know what else to say.

Naturally, you can follow our Weibo with a large account and forward it, but the circle you belong to is completely different from that of a rock band. If you let these two circles get entangled at will, the result may be unacceptable to you in both circles.

It can bring attention and traffic to you, but I'm afraid there are not many fans of quality. After all, even Jiang Hashimoto doesn't like our music works, the attitude of this group of young people who make music, and the drive to pursue their dreams.

Jiang Qiao switched back to WeChat, Jing Han returned the news, the psychiatrist said that Lin Meigui was in good condition, she had a very strong personality, and with many friends around, it should be fine.

Looking at "should" made me feel very uncomfortable. Jiang Qiao once thought that Lanzhu should take care of himself.

Come to think of it, this matter can be worked on from another angle.

[What is the situation with the lawyer, and when will the trial start. ]

[You really don't know which pot to open and which pot to lift. ]

Jiang Qiao wondered, what does it mean that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted?

While thinking, Jing Han called.

When the matter happened to be at a critical moment, Jiang Qiao had no choice but to pick it up. He said "Hello" very softly, and Jing Han's voice on the other end of the phone was played immediately.

"The process went smoothly, but the problem is with the lawyer. Remember, the lawyer is your brother's classmate, and now is also the legal consultant of your brother's company."

Jing Han couldn't figure out where the problem was now. He remembered that Jiang Qiao had a good relationship with his brother Jiang Wu, and he couldn't use a lawyer no matter what.