The huge music festival venue was deserted and looked vast and desolate, completely different from the lively scene the last time I was here.
The gates were closed and a fence surrounded the venue.
When he reached the front door, Jiang Ji took out the remote control key and pressed it, and the sliding door slowly moved open.
Qin Qingzhuo didn't know why Jiang Ji had the key to this place, but he didn't ask anything and just followed Jiang Ji in.
At 5:30 in the morning, the snow was still falling.
The sky was gray, presenting a chaotic state of being about to dawn.
After walking for a while towards the stage, Qin Qingzhuo could see that the surrounding layout was completely different from the last time he came, as if it had been redecorated and decorated recently.
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About seven or eight meters away from the stage, Jiang Ji stopped in front of the tree he leaned against last time.
Qin Qingzhuo also stopped with him: "Why did you bring me here?"
Jiang Ji didn't answer his question, but turned his head to look at him: "Do you want to go on stage and see?"
Qin Qingzhuo stared at the stage not far away without saying a word. Even he himself couldn't tell whether he wanted to go up and take a look.
Perhaps it was because he had just recalled too many things about the concert along the way. Just by looking in that direction from afar, he could already feel the mixed feelings of anticipation, uneasiness and anxiety when he was approaching the center of the stage step by step.
Then his hand was suddenly held. Jiang Ji's palm was warm and dry, gently wrapping his fingers.
"Don't be afraid," Jiang Ji pulled him towards the stage. This time his voice didn't sound cold anymore. It was deep and gentle in the dim sky. "I'll walk with you."
They held hands and walked together for the seven or eight meters in front of the stage, then stepped onto the stairs together and approached the center of the stage step by step.
Jiang Ji led Qin Qingzhuo to the front of the standing microphone before he let go of her hand: "Wait for me here for a while."
After he finished speaking, he walked diagonally to the back of the stage, went behind the control console, and flipped a few switches with his fingers.
The speakers on both sides were turned on, making a crackling sound of electricity.
The spotlights above the stage lit up, and a mist of light poured down from overhead, casting a very bright circle at the position where Qin Qingzhuo was standing, covering his entire body in the light.
This scene was very similar to the few seconds before every concert - standing under the bright spotlight, bearing the expectations of all the fans in the audience - so much so that Qin Qingzhuo suddenly felt a little nervous and at a loss, not knowing what Jiang Ji was going to do.
After Jiang Ji turned on the lights and speakers, he walked towards Qin Qingzhuo.
As he got closer, he did not stand under the spotlight with Qin Qingzhuo. Instead, he took a few steps forward and walked to the front of the stage.
There was a half-meter-high black instrument box there. He leaned against the box and looked at Qin Qingzhuo who was a few meters away.
Under the light, Qin Qingzhuo's face looked a little paler.
The wind blew, and the cool breeze blew his hair up, and the slightly longer hair brushed across his face.
Qin Qingzhuo was still wrapped in his coat, which was a size too big, making him look particularly weak.