At eight o'clock in the evening, the black Maybach sped towards the suburbs.
It was drizzling on the road, with fine raindrops falling quickly. The front window was soon blurred by the raindrops. The automatically turned wipers wiped the window every once in a while. Qin Qingzhuo turned his head to look out the window.
The weather forecast says that the temperature will drop this week, and it seems that this rain is the prelude to the arrival of this round of cold wave.
The car stopped at the entrance of Su San, and the driver turned around and asked, "Mr. Qin, do you want to bring an umbrella?"
"It's just a few steps away, I won't take you with me." Qin Qingzhuo said, pushed open the car door and got out.
The rain was not heavy. The cool and dense raindrops were blown by the wind and hit Qin Qingzhuo's face. He wrapped his coat tightly around himself.
He deliberately changed his windbreaker into a coat before going out, and it seems that this decision was a wise one.
He took big steps and walked into Su San in a few steps, then crossed the corridor and found the private room number that Li Zi had sent him in advance - 1127, which was exactly the number of his birthday.
He grasped the door handle and just as he pushed open the door of the private room, everyone in the room shouted to him in unison: "Happy birthday!"
The moment he stepped in, Qin Qingzhuo was almost startled by the noise.
At a glance, he saw nearly twenty people sitting in the room, and they all turned their heads to look at him.
He walked in, closed the door behind him, and said with a smile, "It's so neat, didn't you rehearse it in advance?"
"Isn't it?" Xia Qi, who was sitting in the back, patted her chest. "I'm from the directing department of the Central Conservatory of Music, and I'm responsible for leading the rehearsal, okay?"
"That's amazing," Qin Qingzhuo said with a smile, "You are worthy of being Director Xia."
He found an empty seat and was about to pull out a chair to sit down when Xie Chengyun across from him waved at him and said, "Qingzhuo, don't sit there. I've reserved the guest of honor seat for you. Come over here."
"So formal." Qin Qingzhuo didn't bother to be polite with them and walked towards the empty seat facing the door.
All those who came to celebrate Qin Qingzhuo's birthday today are his friends. There are Qin Qingzhuo's schoolmates from the CAF time, headed by Duan Chong and Xia Qi, his colleagues in the studio, headed by Li Zi and Lin Qi, and Qin Qingzhuo's friends in life and work, headed by Xie Chengyun and Shen Cai.
Qin Qingzhuo has always been popular, not only because he can make many close friends, but also because his friends can often become friends with each other.
"Qingzhuo, you really went back to change your clothes," said Li Zi, who was sitting opposite, "This outfit looks good."
"I didn't fool you, did I?" Qin Qingzhuo said with a smile.
He was wearing a gray and black plaid woolen short coat today, and he paired a thin silver chain with the black sweater underneath, which echoed the silver earrings on his ear bones.
In fact, he would dress up specially on his birthday every year. No matter how he lived on weekdays, he hoped that he would at least look better on this day.
"You are the hero, and you are late," Lin Qi stood up and pushed a glass of red wine in front of Qin Qingzhuo, "Drink a penalty drink."
"How can I be late?" Qin Qingzhuo said with a smile, "Don't scare me. I checked the time before entering the door and I was five minutes early."
"Li Zi notified all of us to come to rehearse at 7:30," Lin Qi refused to give in. "Are you late?"