There were not many people at the security entrance, as most of the audience had already entered. Qin Qingzhuo did not run towards the stage, but first took Jiang Ji to the beer square in the east of the venue. When they stopped in front of one of the stalls, he turned around and looked at Jiang Ji from under his hat: "How much do you drink?"
"It's okay." Jiang Ji said.
"Given your personality, that's pretty good," Qin Qingzhuo turned to the stall owner and said, "Give me a can of white beer."
"I still have to drive back." Jiang Ji reminded Qin Qingzhuo.
"Just drink," Qin Qingzhuo said, "don't think about anything else."
Taking a bottle of beer from the stall owner, Jiang Ji followed Qin Qingzhuo towards the main stage.
The performance had already started for a while, and the audience in the front row, waving their arms, seemed to be already in high spirits. Qin Qingzhuo found a relatively quiet lawn facing the main stage and said, "Let's do it here."
The viewing angle wasn't very good, but Jiang Ji didn't want to dive into the crazy crowd. Besides, he and Qin Qingzhuo were both quite tall, so they could easily see the stage over the crowd.
Jiang Ji opened the pull ring of the can with one hand, handed the beer to Qin Qingzhuo, opened another bottle for himself, and took a few sips.
The bands that performed on stage were of good quality and were regulars on his playlist. Some of them had also appeared on the playlist in Qin Qingzhuo's car.
The surroundings were full of noises, but as he listened to the music in the night breeze and the slightly bitter beer slid down his esophagus, the slightly dizzy feeling made him feel quite comfortable.
He hasn't been so relaxed since Jiang Keyuan's death.
No, maybe it was earlier. He hasn't been so relaxed since coming to Yancheng.
When he puts on his headphones, music can make him relax, but he can feel that it is a false sense of security.
But it was different when he stood next to Qin Qingzhuo. Qin Qingzhuo gave him a very solid sense of security.
The closer you are to Qin Qingzhuo, the stronger the sense of security will be.
Jiang Ji looked at the band on the stage, the restless crowd around him, the rock flags fluttering in the night, and more often, he looked at Qin Qingzhuo calmly.
After watching for a long time, he could tell Qin Qingzhuo's preference for a song - when he encountered a song he liked, Qin Qingzhuo would slow down his drinking frequency, tap his other arm lightly with his fingers to the beat, and occasionally close his eyes to immerse himself in the music. At this time, Jiang Ji's gaze on him would be a little more unscrupulous.
When the chorus of a song ended, Qin Qingzhuo opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Ji: "Why are you staring at me?"
Jiang Ji's eyes were darker than those of ordinary people, and they looked even darker and heavier when he stared at people. And this time, the pair of eyes under the brim of his hat seemed to contain a slight sense of inquiry.
"Are you drunk?" Qin Qingzhuo asked, looking into his eyes.
Jiang Ji found that Qin Qingzhuo's facial features were amazing. During the day, they showed a kind of gentle beauty, but once night fell, especially when the slightly hazy light hit his face, they would appear quite aggressively bright.
"Still staring at me," Qin Qingzhuo smiled, "Why don't you say anything?"
Jiang Ji saw some drunkenness in Qin Qingzhuo's eyes. After staying in the bar for a long time, he could easily tell whether a person was drunk or sober.