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Vince couldn't wait to confirm the system.

That difficult plot was finally successfully completed. You must know that when he came out of the Wenli room for the first time and turned on the system to find that the plot was not completed, his mentality almost collapsed. Because he only praised Ji Mingjing and failed to recommend his contemporary spokesperson.

Vince turned back immediately and made up for the delicate conversation about the spokesperson with impromptu, which saved it.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the next task time to unlock is on September 9th——

[Plot summary: When Ji Mingjing was in trouble, he called Wen Li for help. 】

Vince waited for two seconds, and no other entries were displayed, "How come there are no lines or key points?"

Xiaoquan: Part of the plot is an open proposition, which needs to be figured out by the host.

Vince: Okay, got it.

But it's still early for this plot, and what is in front of us now is the task of Ji Ming Jingxian on the 25th of the day after tomorrow, the task of signing autographs in person at the concert.

The seats I bought before were too far back, and Vince would occasionally check the official website, but until now there was no better ticket.

Vince had told Wen Limin about this earlier. The Citrus Music Festival was held in the outskirts, and he needed to take the high-speed train back and forth, so he had to stay there for at least one night.

Wen Limin was very happy to hear that, "It's rare that you are willing to go out for a walk, I will ask He Zheng to accompany you."

"I'm fine by myself, if someone follows me, I'll be restrained."

Wenster deliberately took screenshots of the bus ticket order and homestay order, and saw that the residence was quite formal in all aspects, with a lot of people, but Wen Limin still ordered Special Assistant Shao to call to inquire, and checked the specific location of the music festival. Just make sure it's not a remote place, so you can rest assured.

But even so, Wen Limin asked He Zheng to drive Vince to the high-speed rail station when he set off that morning.

Like treating a young child, when Vince went out, he repeatedly told him to send him a message when he got to the residence.

"You never went out to live alone, I think it's better to let He Zheng..."

"dad……"

"Okay, okay, dad won't say anything."

Apparently this conversation has been repeated countless times.

But in exchange for concessions, Wen Limin's nagging was naturally indispensable.

"Dad, let's go with my sister, my company is on the way," Wen Li reminded, "You still have a meeting today, it's getting late now."

Wen Limin saw that there was indeed no delay, so he got into the car.

Vince finally heaved a sigh of relief. After Wen Limin's car drove away, He Zheng drove the car to the door. Wen Li picked up Vince's suitcase and stuffed it into the trunk, "Let's go."

"You really want to be with me? You'll be late for work, right?"

"No." The two concise words did not give Vince any room to refute, and it would be a waste of time to refuse, so he didn't say much, and got into the back seat.

After Wen Li closed the door for him, he also sat in the passenger seat, got in the car and set the route, "Go to the high-speed rail station first."

Even though it was the morning rush hour, Wen Li still sent Vince into the station before leaving.

Vince originally thought that since he was going to see him off, he would have to talk a few words in the car, but the fact is that the road was quiet, only the sound of the car radio.

Before leaving, Wen Li said, "Remember to send a message to Dad, and be careful on the road."

"Okay, let's go, you're going to be late for work." Vince urged in a low voice.

There were people coming and going at the high-speed rail station, and the two of them stood at the entrance. The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was pretty and hot. Passers-by couldn't help but glance at them.

Feeling the ambiguous gaze with a special meaning, Vince's man's self-esteem was troubled, he lowered his head and felt ashamed, and waited for the sound of leather shoes to go away before he dared to look at the tall figure who turned around and disappeared into the crowd of people entering and exiting the station.

Thinking of Wen Limin again, he couldn't help but rubbed his nose awkwardly, "It's all mother-in-law's fault..."

After the routine security check, the passengers in front will swipe their ID cards and identify their physical characteristics to enter the station.

Vince wears colored contact lenses, and he also called the staff of the high-speed rail station beforehand. The colored contact lenses will not affect iris recognition. This technology has been very accurate a few years ago.

Vince boarded the car smoothly, and the electric luggage arm put the passengers' suitcases and backpacks of different sizes into the corresponding luggage racks according to their seats.

The terminus of this high-speed rail is Hechang County, which is also the place where the "Pangeran Music Festival" has been held over the years.

Vince has done his homework. Hechang County is a big tourist county in the outer suburbs. There are film and television studios everywhere. There are also well-protected live-action shooting areas. The mountains are rolling and majestic. The scenes were shot there.

Moreover, Hechang County faces mountains and rivers, and has a basin with a humid climate that is rare in the north. The acidity of the soil is very suitable for planting citrus. Going, the colors of orange and green are connected into colorful clouds by the roadside, which is really bright.

Vince was sitting by the window at this moment, and he was excited and looking forward to finally being able to take a long trip.

Within 10 minutes of getting in the car, Wen Limin called him. Although he had already sent a text message, he was probably still worried, so he had to ask him personally.

After finishing the call, Vince put down the phone, and suddenly heard someone asking, "Is your ringtone 'Toujoursaourdenuit'?"

With a beautiful French pronunciation, Vince turned his head and looked at the passenger next to him.

He was a young man with an oriental face, but he had dyed flamboyant pale golden curly hair that reached to his shoulders and was tied into a bun at the back of his head.

And that bright blue wide-sleeved T-shirt, with watercolor spots on the front to form a skull, is matched with punk-style trendy denim ripped pants, and a long chain as thick as a finger is hung around the neck, which reminds Vince involuntarily. A few problem students in the class next door in high school made the dean bald.

It seems that even after more than ten years, young people's pursuit of wanton personality remains unchanged.

The problem student grinned and said, "Am I right?" His tone was raised, and he seemed quite proud.

In fact, when Vince got into the car, he briefly noticed this man, not because of his outstanding appearance and attire, but because he carried a large piano case with him, and he was tall. blocked.

Later, the flight attendant communicated with him and found a spacious luggage rack for the piano box alone, and a group of talents were able to evacuate.

When Vince saw the piano case, he guessed it contained a bass.

But after everything was packed and seated, Vince didn't care about this person anymore, but now, he suddenly talked to him, and he heard the ringtone of his cell phone.

This mobile phone ringtone is a French song. Vince recently learned French and found a lot to listen to. This song is relatively rare. He discovered it by accident. After listening to the prelude, he liked it very much. ringtone.

"You've heard that song too?" Vince asked back.

The student in question smiled, fiddled with his bangs, and said proudly, "This is the first title song created by our band."

Vince was surprised, "You...?"

Coincidentally, there is no book, so the very good bass in the intro of this song was played by the student in front of me?

Sure enough, people can't be seen.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Vince shook his head quickly, "No, I believe it."

"Why?" The questioning student seems to be a temperament that breaks the casserole and asks the end.

Vince pointed out, "You love your instrument, and you can tell it's someone who really likes music."

The student in question laughed, and said without any modesty, "Of course!"

With the topic of music as an introduction, strangers on the trip can quickly become acquainted. After talking to Vince, he learned that the student in question is named Xiao Tingyu, which is different from his unorthodox appearance.

And he is indeed a high school student, but he has already graduated this year. He came to participate in the music festival at the end of the summer vacation. His teammates had already arrived yesterday. He was delayed because of a temporary business, so he only set off to rush there now.

After chatting again, it turned out that Xiao Tingyu was also the lyricist of that song. Vince thought that he must be proficient in French to write such a great lyric, but later found out that the other party was also a half-baked guy like him, and he was the best speaker. Just those few lines of lyrics are quite bluffing.

"Toujoursaourdenuit, I translate it as the love of eternal night."

"It sounds a bit sad, but the lyrics are not at all."

"How to say?"

"The night is white, my heart is at ease, the sound of the wind passing by, blowing to the other side of you, the night is full of joy... On the surface, it is a sentimental parting, but there is a kind of joy and satisfaction between the lines, especially when it is with the song, Bass's The tone is not the kind of self-pity, but it can make people feel hopeful, because there is no eternal night, there must be dawn-"

Vince stopped suddenly, realizing that he seemed to be talking too much.

Xiao Tingyu clapped his hands excitedly, "You speak so well!"

He was very loud. Fortunately, there were mostly children and young people on this train, and there was no idle chattering in the first place. Except for the front row who turned back, no one paid attention to this side.

After all, Xiao Tingyu was young and vigorous. He raised his chin at the passenger in the front seat who turned his head, and that person shrank back, probably because he was frightened by the "problem student".

The bluffer Xiao Tingyu came over again, and said to Vince excitedly, "Actually, do you know? This song is adapted from an old song a long time ago. I like it very much. I don't know if you have heard it. I will play it for you now." You listen."

Vince took the wireless earphones from Xiao Tingyu, and after a short wait, the eardrums were vibrated, and a melody was transmitted.

"That year we were 17/we loved going to the beach/talked about sad words/the future was in our pockets/Xiao Pang sang sad songs/Amin kept smoking/the first love that had just begun/everytime said forever

"I always thought that time would always stop in that summer / reality forced us to make some changes / we seemed to have left the starting point / we could only run forward / but it was too late to say goodbye to youth

"We were 17 years old/Love is everything to me/Friends are the world/I don't know what tomorrow is..."

It was such a familiar song, Vince couldn't name it for a while, but when he heard it, he seemed to be able to sing along involuntarily, the vocal cords vibrated with each word, the tip of his tongue was slightly numb, and his heart was trembling.

"I've heard it." He said softly.

"Really! This song is so old, almost no one around me has heard it, isn't it nice? The first time I heard it, I thought it was so well written..."

Vince listened to the song, his thoughts drifted away.

The two chatted about music all the way, Xiao Tingyu thought of asking for a WeChat before getting off the car, but before he could open his mouth, Vince asked, "Can you give me a contact method?"

He smiled, half-jokingly, "When you guys become popular in the future, I'll be a long-time fan, and I'll be the first one to listen to new songs, so... there should be some special treatment, right?"

Xiao Tingyu has a young heart, and the other party is a beautiful sister, so he is easily held in high spirits, and happily gives out his mobile phone number and WeChat.

But in fact, at this moment, Vince, under that harmless smiling face, was secretly thinking that Xiao Tingyu, as the main creator of the band, would definitely be able to enter the backstage, and maybe it has something to do with the organizer of the music festival.

It was not easy for Vince to come this time, he came with a mission. If the scene is too chaotic later and Ji Mingjing can't sign by brute force, maybe he can ask Xiao Tingyu to help build a bridge. After all, friends are easy to handle.

"Sister Si, remember to keep in touch!"

"Ok!"

Vince waved him goodbye: Sure, maybe I'll have to call you soon.