On the day of recording the fourth game, when Qin Qingzhuo arrived at the studio, the staff were debugging various equipment.
The audience had not yet entered the venue, and at this moment, the musicians were sitting in the audience waiting for rehearsal. Qin Qingzhuo glanced over and did not see the three members of the Rough Cloud Band, but he saw the City Collapse Band that had clashed with Rough Cloud that day.
When the other musicians saw Qin Qingzhuo, they all waved and greeted him, but the three of them avoided his gaze, as if they were deliberately ignoring him.
Qin Qingzhuo found a musician he knew well in his band and asked, "Has Rough-faced Cloud not arrived yet?"
The man shook his head: "No."
"Just give up and withdraw from the competition." The bassist of City Collapse, who was sitting in the back row, responded, and the other two also laughed.
Qin Qingzhuo felt a little uncomfortable and looked in the direction of the three people.
I just took a quick glance and didn't notice it, but now I realized that the three of them seemed to have thick foundation on their faces, probably to cover up the injuries they were inflicted by Jiang Ji and Zhong Yang that day.
The three people in the city collapse are just ordinary in appearance. In the past, they could at least hold up the scene with their styling, but now they are injured, which makes their already poor appearance even worse. Even if they apply thick foundation to cover it, it is still powerless to save it, and instead they look a little weird.
The lighting engineer on the stage was adjusting the lights when suddenly a cold white light shone over here, making the foundation on the faces of the three people look like a thick layer of putty scraped on the wall.
Qin Qingzhuo couldn't bear to look at it closely, so he turned his face away. Qian Zhongshu's famous saying flashed through his mind - "For ugly people, looking closely is a kind of cruelty." Then he felt that this saying was too hurtful, and he couldn't help wanting to laugh. He thought that his problem of being obsessed with looks was really incurable.
Chen Jia, who had been watching the rehearsal from the side of the stage, hurried over to Qin Qingzhuo: "Brother Qingzhuo, Chamianyun hasn't come yet, did Jiang Ji say anything to you?"
"No," Qin Qingzhuo turned his head and looked at the phone in Chen Jia's hand. It showed that the call to Jiang Ji had not been answered. "Can't contact Jiang Ji?"
"Well, he didn't answer the phone. What's going on..." Chen Jia frowned and muttered, "Director Shi was angry when he heard that Chamianyun hadn't arrived yet."
Qin Qingzhuo frowned slightly - could something have happened to Jiang Ji again? Was it related to that Uncle Sui
After thinking for a few seconds, he took out his cell phone, said to Chen Jia, "Let me try," and then dialed Jiang Ji's number.
There was a waiting tone in the receiver and no one answered for a long time. Just when Qin Qingzhuo had given up hope, the call was suddenly connected and Jiang Ji said "Hello?" on the other end.
Chen Jia looked surprised and asked in a low voice: "Did it connect?"
Qin Qingzhuo nodded and gestured to Chen Jia, indicating that he would go aside to make a phone call.
He walked towards the aisle, deliberately avoiding Chen Jia and other musicians: "Jiang Ji, are you okay over there?"
"Yeah," Jiang Ji's voice showed no emotion, "Jiang Bei got lost, and we just found her."
"Is Jiangbei okay?"
"She's not in good condition. I'll take her to the hospital first."
"Then go quickly." After a pause, Qin Qingzhuo said, "Today's game..."