Hollywood Lover

   "Oh, **** it, you idiots!"

  Resisting Zhong Zhiguo's fist, Steve cursed at the band members behind him. Those guys didn't expect Zhong Zhiguo to be so brave. One of them dared to take the initiative to attack seven or eight people, and they all stood there staring stupidly.

  Woke up by Steve’s screams, the drummers finally woke up, rushed forward, tore Zhong Zhiguo away from Steve, and then punched Zhong Zhiguo in the abdomen heavily with their fists.

  Being bent down by this punch, Zhong Zhiguo coughed non-stop and fell to the ground, while Steve yelled wildly: "FUCK, **** dare to hit me! Teach him a lesson!"

   Fists rained down, Zhong Zhiguo was beaten by a group of people, but he didn't say a word.

  Na Bu Shaming watched from the side, eyes full of regret and guilt, couldn't help rushing forward, stood in front of Zhong Zhiguo and shouted: "Forget it, forget it, don't fight!"

Kicking Zhong Zhiguo again, watching him bend over like a shrimp because of the severe pain, Steve spit, wiped the blood from his nose, and led everyone away cursing .

  Steve and his gang ran away, leaving only Bushaming and Zhong Zhiguo lying on the ground.

   "Paul, it's better not to go to the music festival." Out of good intentions and guilt in his heart, Busamin lowered his head and said to Zhong Zhiguo.

  Zhong Zhiguo struggled to get up. He leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, but he fumbled out a pack of cigarettes, crumpled.

  Picking an equally crumpled cigarette in his mouth, Zhong Zhiguo tilted his head, avoiding Busamin, who wanted to light a fire for him, and asked in a deep voice, "Why, why did you leave us and go to Steve?"

"There's no reason. Bernard and I want to rock and rock for the rest of our lives, but what about you? You just want to play tickets, and after this music festival, we'll split things up!" Busamin turned off the lighter, feeling a little excited "We want a long-lasting band, not a band that disappears after a week, no matter how many amazing songs it has!"

  Bouchamin hesitated, and then as if he had made up his mind, he said to Zhong Zhiguo: "Paul, the song NUMB already belongs to Steve. I advise you not to participate, to avoid embarrassment..."

"You, what are you talking about? NUMB belongs to Steve? What's going on?" Zhong Zhiguo became anxious when he heard that, he threw away the cigarette in his mouth, grabbed Bushaming's clothes and questioned loudly .

   NUMB is a super golden song that they carefully prepared and wanted to show to all rock fans at the rock music festival. Why did Bouchamin say that it belongs to Steve? Why is that?

"I can't say any more. I'm leaving. You can do it yourself." Knowing that he was about to give away Steve's background, Bushaming quickly knocked off Zhong Zhiguo's hand, and ran away in a panic without looking back. .

  FUCK, FUCK! Steve, what the **** is he doing?

   Turning over with great difficulty, Zhong Zhiguo took out his phone and called Zhang Dongcheng.

  Three hours later, at the Paris Hospital in France, Zhang Dongcheng looked at Zhong Zhiguo, who was covered in bruises, and his eyebrows were bristling with anger!

  ****, I didn’t bother you, you dare to touch my tiger’s whiskers? Is it true that a tiger treats me as a sick cat when it doesn’t show its power?

   Zhang Dongcheng was so angry that he couldn't sit down at all, and kept walking back and forth in front of Zhong Zhiguo's hospital bed.

Laticia walked in, looked at Zhong Zhiguo who was already asleep, and said softly to Zhang Dongcheng: "The doctor said that Paul's injury is not serious, it's just some soft tissue contusion, there is no major problem, and he can be discharged after a night's rest. .”

   "Yeah." Hearing that Zhong Zhiguo was fine, Zhang Dongcheng was relieved, and now he had to think about how to deal with Steve, that disgusting guy.

"Paul said that Steve poached Bernard and Boushamin away, and now we only have you and the injured Paul in our band, and Steve still has the idea of ​​NUMB, what are you going to do?" Laticia He also asked Zhang Dongcheng uneasily, and held his hand, feeling a little worried.

   "It's okay, I will let that Steve know what happened to me! This time, I am really angry!" Zhang Dongcheng said firmly with an unknown light in his eyes.

   "You have a solution?" Laticia leaned into Zhang Dongcheng's arms, using her warm body to warm his heart.

"Of course, I'm the only one in this world who plays with others, but no one else plays with me! This time, the French Rock Music Festival, hehe, I'm going to disappoint Steve!" Zhang Dongcheng gently kissed Ladisi It feels so good to look at Ya's pretty face and put my arms around her slender waist.

"Really? Then I'll just wait and see the good show?" Laticia happily listened to her lover's most domineering words, and looked at his face that seemed impossible to be defeated, her eyes were full of fascination .

  Confident, strong and capable men are of course the favorite of beauties.

   And Zhang Dongcheng is not just a person who just talks big words, as long as he thinks now, no one dares to stand in front of him!

   "Yes, you just wait and see the good show, this time I will let Steve know what despair is! What is a pebble hitting a rock with its arms like a cart!"

Zhang Dongcheng said the eight characters of using an egg to hit a rock and a mantis arm as a car. When Laticia heard the language she could not understand and was curious, only Zhang Dongcheng raised his eyes and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. It is overwhelming!

  This is a country that loves music very much. This is a country where more than 30% of its citizens are proficient in musical instruments. This is a day designated by the French government, a day for all the people to carnival.

  According to the estimate of the organizers, there are as many as tens of thousands of various music activities under the banner of the French Music Festival in France and other cities around the world.

  From the afternoon of that day, wonderful music performances were staged in the streets and alleys and public places of major cities in France. On the side of the road, three or five friends can gather together to form a performance. It doesn't matter how many viewers there are, the important thing is your own feelings. Squares, gardens, coffee shops, this stage does not care about luxury or not, it is also a place to display talent.

   Every year on this day, romantic Paris, like other places in France, tries its best to bring the essence of the music festival to the extreme. All types of music: classical, jazz, rock, African, Latin and classic pop, played simultaneously in more than 1,000 locations in 20 Parisian arrondissements.

  Whether in the solemn and solemn Les Invalides, in front of the crystal clear glass pyramid outside the Louvre, or in the Latin Quarter where the tide of students surged, music of various rhythms, melodies and styles echoed in our ears from time to time. Some singers were unprepared and just sang with the lyrics in their hands, which seemed casual and casual; some had mediocre voice conditions, but they were extremely devoted to singing, and their serious attitude was moving. Onlookers, men, women and children, regardless of skin color or language, can't help being infected by the music, swinging their bodies in time with the rhythm, intoxicated by the singing and music.

  As the Parisians are almost in full force, the streets and alleys are packed with music lovers who come to revel. Gathering around one place to enjoy music, or having a few drinks at roadside cafes and bars, and indulging in the beautiful scenery of summer nights together are all pleasant choices. By midnight, many people on the street still had no intention of leaving. Although the 12 o'clock bell has already struck, the traffic situation seems to be at the morning rush hour, and congestion occurs from time to time. As many roads were occupied by temporary performances, vehicles had to be diverted to detours, or shuttled through the crowds with difficulty.

La Villette Park is an open urban green space, full of visitors of all ages and backgrounds from all over the world at any time, and on this day, it is the host of the Rock Music Festival under the French Music Festival, according to the previous It is predicted that on this day, more than one million people will come here to listen to the rock concert, and the main venue can allow 90,000 spectators to watch the audio-visual feast at the same time.

  Not far from this park is the Paris Conservatoire, the highest music institution in France, which adds a charming aura of music to La Villette Park.

  This is the perfect place for a rock concert, a day that history will remember.

At Paris 1 University, Marilyn with heavy makeup and light makeup looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, whistled proudly, then turned her head, looked at Camille who was silent and said, "Camille? What? Are you still worried about that broken band? Come on, they are just two thieves who plagiarized the songs of Ketive Band!"

"Plagiarism? Thief? Marilyn, you can't say that, we don't know the truth!" Camille was a little angry, pointing out the window and said: "We heard the Smith Band sing NUMB with our own ears. Their singing made us They are all obsessed with it, but in the past two days, Steve suddenly said that this song is their original, and their singing level is obviously much worse than that of the Smiths! Don't you have any doubts?"

Marilyn looked at Camille who was a little angry, put her arms around her neck and said: "I know, you are in love with the lead singer Smith, right? But the fact is that Smith stole Steve's song! Bernard and Bushaming They all admit that this song NUMB belongs to Steve, and they quit the band because of their plagiarism. Now you are sure that they are the original singer just because Smith and the others sang this song better. This is really sloppy! "

  Although Camille was extremely angry, he was speechless. The incident had indeed spread outside, and everyone sided with Steve, not believing that Zhang Dongcheng and Zhong Zhiguo were the victims at all.

Looking at the unconvinced Camille, Marilyn said happily: "Forget about those two oriental men, I said that Chinese people don't have the level to write such good rock and roll, and now it's finally clear, Come on, let's go to a rock concert and see how Steve used NUMB to conquer the world today!"