When Ji Sheng opened his eyes on the second day, the bedding in front of him was tidy, and Xie Xuanming had already left.
The irregular sleeping position made Ji Sheng's body ache like falling apart. He sat up, kneading the hardest hit area of his waist with a bitter face, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the sudden yellow square on the armrest of the brown sofa.
It's a post-it note, left by Xie Xuanming.
Ji Sheng tore off the post-it note, the writing on it was strong and powerful.
Just looking at the words, I really can't imagine that he is a moody and unprofessional man.
Ji Sheng's heart is full of slander.
The drum was delivered today.
There are not many toiletries in the room.
fare is on the nightstand
Ji Sheng stared at the three lines of words and pondered for a long time, and realized three truths.
1. My waist and back pain are not in vain, at least I changed the drum.
Second, Xie Xuanming told him not to touch the cups in the house, go back to the dormitory and wash up.
Three, he has money to go back.
Ji Sheng turned his head, and on the cabinet, there were two banknotes pressed under the eye drops bottle.
The two red cards were dozens of dollars more than what Ji Sheng asked for.
Although getting a tip at the bedside has a subtle hint, as an extremely poor person with total assets of less than 50, Ji Sheng has no right to feel insulted. He happily took the money and completed the first time after rebirth. Asset expansion.
Naturally, Xie Xuanming couldn't leave breakfast for him, so Ji Sheng didn't rush to brush his teeth.
Based on the idea that God knows, you know, I know, Xie Xuanming doesn't know, Ji Sheng decided to use the guest guard to solve his internal emergency without any struggle.
After he finished, he washed his hands, splashed cold water on his face, and left the villa with two hundred dollars in his pocket.
Ji Sheng originally planned to take the bus back, but the rehearsal notice in the group and his tired body made him give up this idea and take a taxi instead.
The villa area is even more difficult to take a taxi than the urban village. Residents in the area generally bring their own vehicles and drivers, and taxi drivers with some common sense will not go there.
The mobile phone software shows that the nearest taxi is five kilometers away, and it will take more than ten minutes to get there.
Ji Sheng leaned against the gate and waited for the car, chatting with the security guard boredly.
Ji Sheng: "Brother, what do you do for work?"
Security guard standing guard: …
Security: "Security."
Ji Sheng: "Security is good, guess what I do? You will never think of it."
Security: ... I don't want to guess.
The security guard is indifferent: "Unemployed people."
"Wrong answer." Ji Sheng shook his head and said solemnly, "I'm a stand-in."
security guard:…
The security guard took a look at Ji Sheng, who was still calm after his shocking speech, full of the wonderful temperament of "I'm a substitute, I'm proud, I'm competing for the post, I'm invincible."
The security guard turned his eyes and thought that this person had a problem with his mind.
The security guard said bluntly, "The substitute is fine."
Ji Sheng laughed: "It's not bad, but I can't sleep at night, and it's a bit costly."
security guard:
Ji Sheng said seriously: "But I will try my best to adapt."
security guard:? ? ?
At this time the rental arrived, Ji Sheng waved to the security guard whose world view had been impacted, and said "goodbye" with a smile.
The security guard didn't really want to see him again, he sincerely hoped that the young benefactor would find Bai Yueguang as soon as possible, and kick away this overly mutant "meal replacement".
No matter what the security guard thought, Ji Sheng got into the car and disappeared in a flash.
When Ji Sheng returned to the dormitory, all the members went to training, leaving Huang Sizhe to open the door for him with a strange expression.
Huang Sizhe looked constipated, as if he wanted to say something, but Ji Sheng was not in the mood to care about the sensitive thoughts of this adolescent child in labor pains. He was about to be overwhelmed by the sticky feeling in his mouth, so he rushed into the room and took the toothpaste. The cup went straight to the balcony.
When he was brushing his teeth, Huang Sizhe followed and leaned against the door and looked at him without saying a word.
"Why didn't you go to the rehearsal?" Huang Sizhe had such a strong sense of presence that Ji Sheng had no choice but to ask with his toothbrush in his mouth, muttering copiously.
"You didn't go either." Huang Sizhe seemed to have been waiting for him to speak for a long time. Before Ji Sheng finished his sentence, he replied quickly, and after he finished speaking, a little embarrassment appeared on his face, as if he was very regretful.
Ji Sheng glanced at him, wondering how he had offended this kid again.
Ji Sheng didn't bother to think about it, he simply left Huang Sizhe there, picked up the tooth cup and gurgled.
"Then what?" Huang Sizhe struggled for a long time, cleared his throat, and said vaguely, "—"
"What?" Ji Sheng didn't hear clearly and looked up blankly. There was a smear of unclean whiteness on the corner of his mouth, and a few traces of silly daze appeared in his usually penetrating eyes.
Seeing him like this, Huang Sizhe got angry again, and he yelled loudly: "I'm sorry! Can you stop being so stupid, you can't hear clearly, you don't have a temper, and you do what others tell you to do, are you a puppet?" ? No brains, no character, being bullied to death without knowing it!"
He used the method of bullying "Ji Hui" to reprimand "Ji Hui" for not resisting being bullied.
Ji Sheng blinked, not quite understanding his logic.
"Oh… "
Ji Sheng lowered his head to rinse off the remaining foam, and responded slowly, "I will try my best."
Huang Sizhe choked.
Huang Sizhe was furious.
After Ji Sheng washed up, he got up and found that Huang Sizhe was still there, with an embarrassed look on his face.
What's the matter with this kid
Ji Sheng was really puzzled: "Do you have anything else to do?"
"I said, I'm sorry."
"I heard it."
"You didn't say it's okay."
"… what?"
Huang Sizhe gritted his teeth, poked his neck and said, "Just say whether you accept my apology."
Ji Sheng is extremely helpless, he is Huang Sizhe's teammate now, even if Huang Sizhe doesn't say anything, he can only "forgive" Huang Sizhe and don't care about him, let alone he apologized now.
But Huang Sizhe didn't understand this truth. He was young and had sharp edges and corners, so he insisted on pulling the whole thing to tell right from wrong.
Ji Sheng brushed up his wet and broken hair, thinking that a careless child is troublesome, apologizing and confessing, but also solemnly confirming whether others will accept it or not.
Ji Sheng wanted to say a few perfunctory words, but when he saw Huang Sizhe's cheeks flushed and his eyes shy and serious, he was suddenly a little lost in thought.
Inexplicably, he thought of a sharp kid he had met many years ago.
"Don't you fucking know that you refused?" In memory, the precocious seventeen-year-old boy was rarely out of breath. "I'm still out of my mind. I didn't come back in time yesterday. You fucking might, no, something must have happened."
How did I react at that time...
Nineteen-year-old Ji Sheng looked at the flushed face of seventeen-year-old Xie Xuanming in amazement, and stretched out his hand to knead it heartlessly: "The sun came out from the east, and our good baby actually included two dirty words in one sentence, come on!" Come on, hurry up and say goodbye to old Sheng Susu and the others."
…
Stopping the memory, Ji Sheng shook his tooth cup, raising his eyes with a softness that he didn't realize.
"Okay." He said gently, "I accept your apology, and thank you for your suggestion. I will try to be more tempered in the future."
As the sun rose, Ji Sheng and Huang Sizhe pushed open the door of the underground garage.
"Here we come." The lead singer greeted, surprised, "Sizhe, are you sick and your face is so red?"
"No." Huang Sizhe denied it in a muffled voice.
The lead singer didn't hesitate, and said happily: "Come and see, the drum is here."
"Damn it, the star of the performance!" The keyboard player squatted in front of the bright reflective drum kit, and his voice was about to fall, "Boss is so grand!"
Guitar envied: "Give me the whole thing, I've long wanted to change to a brand-name wife."
"Don't even think about it. You can't give up a bad wife, just make do with your cheap Yamaha."
The keyboard and guitar were laughing and joking, and the lead singer was scratching his head and thinking: "The price of the star series drum set can go up to 20,000. If this happens, how can I afford it..."
The keyboardist grinned, put Ji Sheng on the shoulder, and pinched his chin: "Xiao Hui, I promise you with my body, such a beautiful child, at least it can be worth thirty thousand."
Ji Sheng had no choice but to take a look at this strange teammate who was out of shape, and thought to himself, do you all play keyboards with this virtue...
Before he could speak, Huang Sizhe broke out first: "Xu your mother Xu, Zhou Wuyou, are you living in the feudal era? Just fucking say such nonsense."
"Okay." The keyboard player named Zhou Wuyou was obviously used to Huang Sizhe's daily irritability, he let go and shrugged, "Then we can only let Xiaohui be careful not to scratch him when he is typing. Don't let Xiaohui, we people If you tie it together, the boss won’t even look at it.”
Huang Sizhe was still about to erupt, but Ji Sheng caught it quickly and smoothed things over: "Practice, I want to try the sound of the new drum."
On the day of the performance, the pick-up van was still the same, but the driver was changed.
The new manager was surnamed Wang, he didn't talk much, and after a few instructions, he drove away in a dull mood. Ji Sheng glanced at his muscular arm muscles, and felt that he was more like a bodyguard than a manager.
Maybe his job is as a bodyguard.
Ji Sheng guessed.
It was probably sent by Xie Xuanming.
This thought reassured Ji Sheng a lot. He still trusts Xie Xuanming's ability. A man who has made the entertainment industry go crazy after three years of his debut, has no vicious eyes, and was suppressed as early as when he took the lead.
People with Xie Xuanming watching, those who hide in the dark and want to kill Ji Hui, if they want to act again, the possibility of succeeding is very slim.
The bodyguard agent sent Nirvana to the destination, and arranged for a makeup artist to come to the door.
"What kind of makeup are you wearing in a doll costume?" Huang Sizhe resisted, and the keyboard and guitar beside him also showed a displeased expression.
"What if we have to take off our hat and call a curtain call?" the makeup artist smiled with a good temper.
Talk about it,
In the end, only Ji Sheng and the good-tempered lead singer put on makeup.
Although it was a children's circle performance, the organizers also gave Nirvana some face by arranging their show at the end, and the big axis appeared.
The front desk was lively for more than an hour, and finally it was Nirvana's turn.
Standing behind the curtain on the side of the stage, the members were notified that they were going to go on stage, and put on doll costumes and headgears one after another.
After wearing the hood, the field of vision became narrow and dark, and the lead singer looked at the stage behind the curtain through the sight hole covered with black gauze.
The drum kit and keyboard were placed on the stage, and in the dim light, the edge was shining with a metallic cold light.
The lead singer looked at it for a while, turned around and wanted to rally the members to cheer and boost morale, but unexpectedly met Ji Sheng's icy sharp eyes.
The normally gentle and reticent drummer is now under pressure, tense like a snow leopard crawling on a cliff.
He stared closely at the back of the stage, where the performance star was suppressing with him, and the matte light flowed slowly on the edge of the oak like a dark river.
He holds the headgear in his left arm, and holds the drumstick tightly in his right hand. Through the doll costume, the lead singer can vaguely see the tight muscle lines of the drummer under the bloated skin.
The lead singer was stunned, but Ji Sheng let out a long breath and said in a low voice, "Finally..."
He said it like an old-time samurai.
The samurai coldly caressed the dull famous sword. From the moment the blade was unsheathed, he embarked on the journey of regaining glory.
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