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Because this wine was really drunk for too long, Zhang Xiaojian woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon.

When my mother was born with a downwind ear, Zhang Xiaojian rolled his body and made a little movement after rubbing his sleepy eyes. The second aunt here shouted: "Xiaojian, come down and eat."

Uh, how long have I not been treated like this?

Zhang Xiaojian, who felt warm in his heart, thought of waking up countless coldly after college and work, and found that his mother was the most comfortable with him.

Sitting on the table, eating a bite of the hot noodle soup made by my aunt, the whole body instantly warmed up.

"Comfortable." Zhang Xiaojian sighed.

Then he scratched his head again and asked, "Where are they?"

The second aunt raised her eyebrows and asked: "I haven't asked you yet, why did Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong sleep in the toilet without pants?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "... Maybe they have a good relationship?"

The second aunt asked again: "Why are Luo Tengfei and Zhuo Fei hugging in the living room, and I still see tears on the corners of their eyes?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "...They are also in a good relationship."

The second aunt was even more puzzled: "Masters need feelings to be so good?"

Zhang Xiaojian couldn't justify the tears and the lack of pants, and asked, "The second aunt, is the third sister still worthy of being a sister after waking up?"

The second aunt thought for a while: "No."

Zhang Xiaojian: "...", I remembered the seriousness of this sister three who took the phone flashlight as a candlelight yesterday, and as expected, all of them were fragmented when she woke up.

The second aunt looked at Zhang Xiaojian who was eating deliciously and curiously said, "I have one more thing."

Zhang Xiaojian picked up a piece of celery from celery and peanuts and put it in his mouth, chewed it out, and said vaguely, "Do you want Chen Ning's signature or a group photo?"

The second aunt slapped Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder fiercely, and almost slapped Zhang Xiaojian's face into the noodle bowl, and said with a smile: "It's my son, my mother, Mo Ruozi."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaojian said, "Understood, all are needed."

The second aunt smiled, took out Zhang Xiaojian's mobile phone and handed it to him: "It has been ringing non-stop since this morning, please take a look."

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the bottomless noodle soup bowl, then looked at the second aunt and asked, "Then why don't you give it to me earlier..."

The second aunt stared at the beads: "Isn't it afraid of disturbing your sleep in the morning? I just wanted to show you, can you still eat?"

Zhang Xiaojian smiled stupidly. In the eyes of the mother-in-law, sleeping and eating are a big deal for the child. If you can't be disturbed, you won't be disturbed. She doesn't care if you are in a hurry.

After receiving the mobile phone, Zhang Xiaojian took a look, and as expected it was Shi Jin and Gu Jiahan.

Presumably, this is tomorrow, the Gunku Singer Club, which has been renamed by Chen Ning, will be looking for a playlist.

Call Shi Jin first and learn that Gu Jiahan and her band have been waiting for one day to rehearse tomorrow night's songs.

After hanging up, Zhang Xiaojian immediately called Gu Jiahan, and when he answered the phone, Gu Jiahan’s voice was a little sweet but rough: "My little brother, the band and I have been waiting for you dryly for a day. Can you take time out at night, come over, if you don’t have time, decide on the track, and rehearse if you have time."

When Zhang Xiaojian heard this, he was puzzled: "Is it so important? Does it really need rehearsal?"

Gu Jiahan replied: "Brother, don't you know that because there are too many people making reservations, Minger's Singing Bar is not free to enter. Tickets are required. Old Shi thinks this is a rebirth of the bar and its reputation is once again established. No, today he invited a band to make do in the bar, let us rehearse with you, who knows you..."

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned when he heard it. He never expected that he wanted to go to the platter concert and a deal with Lao Shi was actually operated by Lao Shi.

I also have to pay attention to it. Listening to this pomp, if I really act this time, I can improve my reputation more or less.

Hey, in order to complete the task!

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Give me the address, I will pass now."

Gu Jiahan over there: "Good."

Get the address, bid farewell to the second aunt, Zhang Xiaojian turned on the navigation and drove Xiaoju all the way.

I don't know how long it has been open.

Anyway, it was already far, far away, the surrounding tall buildings turned into bungalows, and the oil-parking road turned into a stone road. After turning around and drilling the alley, Zhang Xiaojian finally saw the place he was going to find, a dilapidated warehouse.

Drummer Dongdong was smoking a cigarette at the door. After seeing Zhang Xiaojian's car, he immediately crushed the cigarette butt and went up to meet him.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the devastation in front of him, and couldn't help but say: "You are too miserable."

Dongdong is free and easy, and it doesn't matter if he smiles: "I got used to it early. I can't do it in the city. I have to make people complain about it eight times a day. The warehouse is good, and no one cares about the rehearsal."

Zhang Xiaojian glanced at the surrounding Baomi land: "So, Baomi is your best listener."

Dongdong smiled again: "Go ahead, Jia Han has been waiting for you for a day."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and walked into the warehouse with Dongdong, a smell of dampness to moldy penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Then, he saw other members of the band and Gu Jiahan saw himself smiling.

He immediately interrupted their immediate greetings and said, "This is not good, this is too bad. Anyway, you have also been with my band. Tomorrow the Children’s Singers Club will be over. I will buy you a house in the city center. Get the best sound insulation."

Gu Jiahan is still the old look of smoky makeup. It is estimated that she hasn't washed her face yet, her makeup is a little flowery, and the melted eyeliner and mascara make her look like a panda.

Hearing Zhang Xiaojian’s words, Gu Jiahan didn’t take it seriously: “Brother Xiaojian, let’s rehearse first. You will support the audience by yourself tomorrow. You can’t say at least 20 songs. I will help you at most. More than ten."

Gu Jiahan was anxious when he said this, but Zhang Xiaojian was not anxious. He found that in the deepest part of the warehouse, a corner of the wall was moldy, and at least two or three hundred sheets of paper were pasted on the wall where the wall skin fell.

He walked over and took a closer look. It was full of scores and lyrics, some with names on the titles and some without names.

The deep part of the warehouse was damp and moldy, and it was a bit choking, and it was also mixed with the taste of instant noodles. Looking to the side, it was a small broken wooden table with the leftovers of noodles.

Zhang Xiaojian looked back at Gu Jiahan: "You wrote all these?"

Gu Jiahan nodded naturally: "Yes, brother, let's make a list of songs first, so that we can rehearse."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand and asked, "How many years have you been writing?"

Gu Jiahan didn’t know why Zhang Xiaojian was so interested in his songs that he couldn’t sell, but since people have already arrived, and the rehearsal is not bad, he replied, “For more than ten years, it’s all rubbish. Can’t sell."

Zhang Xiaojian was silent for a moment, watching the makeup had been spent, his face was unkempt, and he didn't know how powerful he was, Gu Jiahan said: "I bought them all, let's sing these songs tomorrow!"