The new resident singer interviewed by Huang Ying came for a trial performance tonight, but there were still many people gathered inside and outside the Honglu Bar who came specifically to see Jiang Ji.
From the moment Jiang Ji walked down the stairs to the moment he opened the door and walked out of the bar, the screams surrounding him never stopped.
Jiang Ji didn't react at all. He put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head slightly, and walked quickly through the crowd with an expressionless face.
He walked to the side of the motorcycle and bent over to unlock it. Some people came over to ask if they could take a photo or get an autograph, and some held up their phones to take photos of him non-stop, but he ignored them all, got on the motorcycle with a gloomy look on his face, stepped on the accelerator and drove out of Honglu Street.
It was the evening commuting time, and the traffic on the road was crowded and moving slowly.
Jiang Ji bent his body slightly and looked straight ahead, overtaking several cars in a rush.
There was a chorus of horns honking behind him, but he was preoccupied with things and pretended not to hear anything.
In the past two days, all the messages he sent to Qin Qingzhuo and the phone calls he made received no response. He had vaguely realized that Qin Qingzhuo was avoiding him.
But he still resisted the urge to find Qin Qingzhuo to ask clearly, because he thought of Qin Qingzhuo's pale face that night and his tired appearance. He convinced himself that Qin Qingzhuo might be hiding from everyone and just wanted to be alone and quiet for a while.
It was not until he saw the news that "Qin Qingzhuo withdrew from the program" sent by the program team just now that he was completely certain that Qin Qingzhuo was avoiding him - otherwise why didn't he tell him in advance about such an important matter as withdrawing from the program, but instead let him learn the news from the program team
I must meet Qin Qingzhuo tonight, Jiang Ji thought as he rode his motorcycle.
Ten minutes later, the motorcycle stopped in front of Qin Qingzhuo's villa. Jiang Ji walked up the steps and raised his hand to press the doorbell.
Just like the last time I came here, there was no response from inside the house.
He pressed the doorbell a few more times in annoyance. The doorbell kept ringing, but there was no movement in the house.
Jiang Ji didn't stay at the door for too long. He got on his motorcycle and drove to Qin Qingzhuo's studio.
At the end of October, the coolness in the air was already very noticeable. On both sides of the old street, the slightly dry leaves on the branches swayed in the wind.
The plain white small western-style building is hidden in the dark twilight, quiet and elegant.
Jiang Ji pushed open the glass door and saw the girl Li Zi he had met last time was chatting with another young girl.
Seeing Jiang Ji coming in, they were both stunned, and then Li Zi stood up: "Jiang Ji, what's the matter?"
"Is Qin Qingzhuo here?" Jiang Ji said.
Li Zi shook his head: "No."
Jiang Ji didn't say anything, just looked at her, which made Li Zi feel uneasy: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Jiang Ji retracted his gaze, "Can I go in and take a look?"
"Oh..." Li Zi seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded and smiled at him, "Of course, take a look. I'll go up with you and introduce the functions of each room to you."
"No need," Jiang Ji said, "I can take a look myself."
After he finished speaking, he walked inside. At the end of the first floor was the rehearsal room and recording studio. He pushed the door open and took a look.
Lin Qi was recording a song inside. He saw him through the glass and was about to raise his hand to greet him, but Jiang Ji had already closed the door and left.