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The feeling is still not enough to be the feelings of more than 30,000 audiences.

After the little girl wearing floral cotton jackets and loafers cotton shoes disappeared, the beauty of the snow in the sky in the stage lighting did not attract anyone's attention. Their ears still seemed to be reverberating with the singing of not long ago.

The audience did not shout back, but began to exit in an orderly manner.

Where Zhang Xiaojian and his party went, they were all discussing the sounds of sheep and sheep. Everyone thought that it would not be long before this little girl would leave the music scene and become a rising star in the music scene.

Zhang Xiaojian thinks so too, and already thinks she is a superstar figure in the future.

Then I thought of my sister Ning Xueqing...

Hmm.. The gap is still quite big.

As for art, it really depends on talent.

Some people should be born with this meal. Sheep is obviously one of them. Not only does she have first-class singing skills, but as long as she stands on the stage, the temperament and typhoon that are completely different from others will make everyone A person who saw her perform never forget.

Ye Mozhu and Zheng Jiaxuan, who have already been fans, are talking about the child along the way.

So when they came to the hotel box not far from the music scene, they still didn't stop... even Xu Lele, who was already waiting here, joined them.

Zheng Jiakai’s character does not allow him to participate in this topic, but his ears are pricked up and his expression is extremely focused...

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang wanted to interrupt them. At this time, the criticized Hong Xinshu came in with Lao Shi, followed by Zhong Lingshuai.

So everyone ignored the handsome-looking Zhong Lingshuai, and now there are more and more bosses in the old history, all focused on the immature face of Hong Xinshu.

Xu Lele: "Where are the sheep?"

Ye Mozhu: "She won't come, why are you here?"

Zheng Jiaxuan: "No, Hong Xinshu, I warn you! If you dare to do anything to the sheep, my mother fan..."

Zheng Jiakai: "Come on, Xin Shu, sit next to me."

...

Hong Xinshu felt that he was under siege.

He likes his girlfriend very much. Everyone seems to like his girlfriend, but... can't you think of me as a gossip extractor?

"What do sheep like to eat the most?"

"What color do sheep like best?"

"What constellation is Sheep?"

"How on earth did you get to the sheep!"

"cough...."

Hong Xin decided not to answer these messy questions in writing. He pretended to look at Zhang Xiaojian deeply, asking for help in his eyes.

The reason for asking Zhang Xiaojian for help was that after entering the box, it seemed that only Zhang Xiaojian remained calm.

Zhang Xiaojian saw this look in his eyes, and of course he needed to grab him, and said: "I don't care, I will sign the signature on my back and I will keep it as a collection."

Hong Xinshu couldn't bear it, slapped the table to Zhang Xiaojian and said, "You are the boss..."

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Under the anticipation of the people, the sheep have not arrived yet.

Zhang Xiaojian'coughed', restoring his boss's true qualities, and said, "Let's take the food first, everyone is hungry."

The waiter who had been waiting at the door immediately followed Zhang Xiaojian's order. Before the food arrived, the drinks came first. This meal was not just an ordinary party, but also meant parting.

It is impossible not to drink wine, so when the first dish was just served, everyone on the table had already drunk two large glasses of beer.

The topic began to shift from the sheep, talking to the music scene, talking about several plans of Ning Yuan, and talking about the future of sitting in the crowd.

Then the more we talk, the more we drink, and the more we talk, the more I forget that there is another person who is late at this party.

Hong Xinshu secretly sent a WeChat message. He didn't understand why he had already said something good, but his girlfriend hadn't arrived yet.

Fortunately, he got a definite answer soon, and then he picked up the wine glass again, took a big sip, made a harp, and joined the group chat.

Time passed quietly, and there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Xiaojian, who had already eaten three bottles of beer, called out: "In."

The door was pushed open, but it was not the waiter who came in, but two little girls.

Yang Yang was still wearing the floral cotton-padded jacket that was uploaded on the stage, wearing loafers, and putting his hands in his cuffs. It seemed that he was almost holding a cigarette in his mouth and shouting that sauerkraut was served on the green flowers.

And the little girl next to her looked about the same age as her, wearing a long down jacket with red eyes, as if she had just cried.

Before everyone welcomed Yang Yang, the superstar in their eyes, the girl next to Yang Yang walked in first and bowed to Hong Xinshu ninety degrees.

This scene came too suddenly.

So that Zhang Xiaojian put down the wine glass, Ye Mozhu put down his chopsticks, Shi Jin stepped on the cigarette butt, and Zhong Lingshuai wanted to shout WHAT?

Zheng Jiakai and Zheng Jiaxuan showed frowned expressions, Bai Yang and Xu Lele were unclear.

When everyone was puzzled, the little girl said three words: "I'm sorry." Then she turned around and walked out of the box quickly, leaving everyone with a series of question marks.

Only Hong Xinshu understands the meaning of this sorry sentence.

He tightened his lips into a line, and the freckled apple muscles on his face twitched slightly. As his eyes began to turn red, countless grievances surged into his heart, and he cried out with a'wow'.

Few people present knew the story of Hong Xinshu.

Zhang Xiaojian was one of them. He frowned as he listened to the cry in his ear, and suddenly felt that his distrust of letting him stand in the office today might be the result of stereotypes hurting him.

Zheng Jiakai was also one of them. He glanced at his sister Zheng Jiaxuan and saw the certainty in her eyes. He also confirmed who the little girl who ran out was, so he lowered his head and took a sip of beer.

Yang Yang watched her boyfriend cry, but she showed a kind smile. After removing her makeup, she lost the domineering performance on stage, but was slightly immature.

And the look of'kindness' on this immature but really beautiful face was a little strange.

But she kindly came to Hong Xinshu's front, put one hand on the back of Hong Xinshu's head, and pressed his head to her chest.

Hong Xinshu cried a little bit...

Sheep didn't say anything to comfort him, but like a cat, she followed the hair on the back of his head with her little hand.

The scene stayed still like this, until the sobbing of Hong Xinshu gradually disappeared, everyone began to look at me, I looked at you, don't know how to break this...because Hong Xinshu was crying in a sad atmosphere.

Of course, everyone looked at Zhang Xiaojian in the end.

Zhang Xiaojian knew he had to go out, so he coughed: "Sheep."

Sheep turned her head and looked at Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian said confidently: "Can you sign me?"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, Ye Mozhu, Zheng Jiaxuan and Xu Lele echoed: "I want too."

Zheng Jiakai immediately took off his jacket, revealing a white narrow vest, and turned around: "Sign me on the back."

So, Shi Jin handed out a marker pen that seemed to have been prepared long ago, Zhong Lingshuai began to maintain the order of the fans, Yang Yang took the pen and started signing mechanically...

With a crying nose and tears, Hong Xinshu, whose face was blurred, looked at this scene and his face was full of consternation. He sadly said: "No, are you still human?"