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Chapter 371

At the beginning of winter, there is undoubtedly a beautiful scenery in front of the university.

But in Jiangcheng, there is one more landscape than other northern cities-the Jianxing music scene.

The music scene has been in operation for less than half a year, and its influence has already resounded in China.

This is because many Chinese singers with a certain reputation are willing to come here to contribute their own strength, and the other is that it does have some unique charms.

At the beginning of the establishment of the venue, it has been considered how to operate in winter.

But in the end, a semi-open construction method was adopted. One is because the construction period is short, and the other is that the boss here, Zhang Xiaojian, does not like the ceiling...

Therefore, the Jianxing music scene is not suspended.

It just shortened the performance time from 18-22 to 18-20. Although there are heating equipment in the semi-enclosed venue, it can at most bring back some temperature and cannot fight against God.

But even at such a low temperature, the music scene is still overcrowded.

Driving to the music scene office building, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu looked at the people wearing thick down jackets on the square outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh that the charm of music is indeed a little big.

The music scene is now the pride and trend of Jiangcheng.

Not limited to Jiangcheng, many foreign tourists originally went to Ningyuan to play, but they would also like to experience the music scene, which shows that its reputation has become far-reaching.

As the absolute leader of the music scene, Shi Jin is very satisfied with the achievements made in the past six months.

Not only did he unearth a lot of bands who ate on the music scene, but more importantly, when his dream and work were combined, he found that every day he woke up, there was an unknown motivation that would urge Shi Jin to move forward.

The music scene in winter is a completely different experience from summer.

So Shi Jin suggested: "Little sword, do you want to experience one? I told you, with live music, you will never feel cold in the stadium anymore. There are several animal bands, you have to experience it live."

Zhang Xiaojian had no objection to this. He said: "Yes, but I want to know, why would you let a fourteen-year-old girl take her on stage?"

Shi Jin lightly coughed: "Would you like to ask me again after watching her performance?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

Shi Jin said: "Don't worry, she was sent by her parents, and we were entrusted by her guardian..."

Zhang Xiaojian picked up his words: "Entrust you, you let the little girl fall in love with that boy Hong Xinshu?"

Old Shi gave a'cough' and was trying to explain something. At this time, the door of the office was pushed open. He was wearing an employee-style down jacket. It was obvious that he had grown a little bit taller in the past six months and his face had improved a lot.

After seeing Zhang Xiaojian, the kid grinned.

Zhang Xiaojian pointed at him and said: "You, come in and close the door, stand still for a while."

Hong Xinshu: "..."

But he closed the door, raised his neck, and stood by the wall with his waist straight, just like a primary school student. After standing still for a second, he glanced at his feet and separated them slightly. Take a break...

Zhang Xiaojian took a deep breath.

He knew what Hong Xinshu was like before.

Falling in love with other children is regarded as a premature love, not a big deal.

But if you put it on Hong Xinshu, something might really happen. After all, this kid might have never played with anything.

And Zhang Xiaojian is not sure if this kid has washed away the wind and frost after spending half a year in the music scene. Although he feels that Hong Xinshu has changed, not the previous Hong Xinshu, but after the incident, The matter of criminal conviction still faintly haunts people's minds, affecting people's judgments.

Ye Mozhu looked at Hong Xinshu's honesty, pulled Zhang Xiaojian, looked at him and said, "Don't be too..."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "I know how to measure."

Old Shi looked at Hong Xin's book sympathetically, Ye Mozhu blinked his eyes when he looked at him, meaning that I have interceded with you, there should be nothing wrong.

Hong Xinshu grinned again. The body of his clothes was not afraid of the shadow slanting. When Zhang Xiaojian turned his head, he asked with a gloomy face: "Did you go to bed?"

"Cough..." Old Shi coughed.

Ye Mozhu rolled his eyes helplessly.

Hong Xinshu: "..."

...

...

At 4:30 in the afternoon, the music scene has entered the preparation stage.

Except for the office on the top floor of the office building, there are people who can be idle, and all the employees have already attacked.

Every day there will be more than 30,000 live audiences here, which is a wonder in a small city like Jiangcheng.

Zhong Lingshuai was standing at the security exit of the passageway, carrying a scanner for security checks.

Hmm... he likes this job very much.

If it is summer, it is even better.

It's just today... he is a little absent-minded, always looking at that office building.

After coming to the music scene, he and Hong Xinshu naturally became friends. He found that this kid was a bit older, and his experience in detoxification seemed to be very sophisticated.

Although they did not go to detoxification together in Jiangcheng due to work reasons, they did have a similar meaning.

And the reason why he was absent-minded was because he knew Zhang Xiaojian was here, and Zhang Xiaojian called Hong Xinshu to go up...

Although he didn't know what would happen, he always had an ominous premonition.

His hunch is correct...

In the office, a fierce argument began after the phrase "do not go to bed".

How intense is it?

Basically, Zhang Xiaojian asked, and Hong Xinshu answered weakly.

"Have you gone to bed?"

"No..."

"Did you kiss?"

"No..."

"You always hold your hand, right?"

"Brother, let me hold a hand... Isn't it okay?"

"No!" Zhang Xiaojian said: "Do you know that he is only fourteen!"

Hong Xinshu: "Brother...I am fourteen too."

Uh?Even speechless?

Zhang Xiaojian coughed in order to relieve his embarrassment, and said, "Do you know that employees and employees are not allowed to fall in love!"

Hong Xinshu: "..., brother, this is not in the deliberate chapter system..."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

Okay, think of this as the small broken company where Lao Wang and him were before.

Hong Xinshu grinned at Zhang Xiaojian in a frustrated look: "Brother, don't worry, I'm not for fun, we really love each other."

Looking at him with a serious face, but still saying these words with freckles on his face, Zhang Xiaojian blinked his eyes quickly, feeling that he was a little strange.

Yes...

Although young...

But when I was fourteen, I also had a boring relationship with Rodin Dan.

And Hong Xinshu is not a relative of his own family, his younger brother...

What are you doing?

What are the qualifications... to say this...

The next sentence of Hong Xin's book gave the answer to Zhang Xiaojian's question. He took two steps forward and said with a small touch: "Brother, I know that you care about me, don't worry, we are in a normal relationship."

Uh?Normal love?

Hearing these four words, Zhang Xiaojian was still inexplicably mad, so that he smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case in front of Ye Mozhu, took a deep breath after lighting it, and said: "Anyway, I told you that I have never been a child Longer!"

Hong Xinshu: "..." You even made up such words?

But after thinking about it, he grinned again, because he understood that this was Zhang Xiaojian's concern for him, and he felt warm in his heart.

"Why are you laughing? Tell you that you don't grow taller if you don't grow taller. You have to make up for a few years now, don't you know?"

Hong Xinshu continued to smile, watching Zhang Xiaojian take another deep breath and said, "Well, brother, I see... Then you should smoke less, and you have more impotence..."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaojian was almost choked by the cigarette, coughing while backhanding up the ashtray, and made a throwing posture that he wanted to throw on the freckled face of Hong Xinshu...

It's just a glance...

Seeing Shi Jin sadly sitting in a swivel chair.

Seeing Ye Mozhu covering his mouth and eyes smiling.

Not...

You can't really use the ashtray to smash Hong Xinshu's face... Can you stop me, so I am embarrassed.