this summer

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"Go back to the room and sleep." Song Han said, then ignored him, turned and walked to the next stage.

This bar is called Chi Huang, which is not small in size and not young in age. When she was 12 years old, she came here just in time for the second anniversary concert. She is 24 this year.

This is the center of the three districts, one of the oldest bars in Jingchuan City, and the most famous gathering place for underground bands.

Chihuang has long been more than just a bar or a place to sing. It has created legends and witnessed an era. It has been brilliant, disappeared, and after a comeback, it is still the palace in the hearts of all underground bands in Jingchuan.

Almost every night, there are three to five bands performing in turn. Occasionally, a certain band will hold a concert, with two or 300 people in the venue, and the mountain roars like a tsunami.

But those were all scenes in the middle of the night. At this moment, the empty bar was very quiet, the lights were dim, and there was no movement at all.

Tan Chen scratched his head, followed her to the side of the stage, "Boss, you got up so early today. Are you out shopping?"

"No," Song Han picked up a guitar and tested the sound, "Do you want new clothes?"

"How old am I?" Tan Chen curled his lips, "I was just startled."

Song Han smiled and ignored him.Spread out the score and pluck the strings.

Tan Chen stood under the stage, watching the boss pluck the strings carelessly, but even so, he still felt that the blood all over his body was on fire.As long as Song Han is on stage, he is definitely an existence that cannot be ignored.

The originally quiet space became agitated instantly because of this melody, and Tan Chen could imagine what the performance would be like.

"Boss, Divine Comedy!" After the last sound, he sighed sincerely.

"Just say it well," Song Han gave him a look, "Just describe to me the feeling of a square dance." She put down the guitar, and jumped off the stage with the score in hand.

"Yes, very good," Tan Chen giggled, "When will you play?"

"It's early, I haven't filled in the lyrics yet."

"Just don't fill it out, anyway, it's better not to let Bei Xiaochi sing." Tan Chen rolled his eyes.

"Tsk," Song Han rolled up the paper in his hand and slapped him on the head, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Boss, you admit it, let's play tonight." Tan Chen leaned over to discuss.

"Go to your store." Song Han pushed his head away, and walked upstairs shaking, "I want to play without the lead singer."

"Then you should find one. This is our place, how can we always make do?" Tan Chen complained to her back.

"I don't want to form a band, so I can just make do with it. It's so easy to find a good singer now. The world is hard, so you have to keep an eye on Bei Xiaochi, maybe someday something will come out." Maybe others ran away.

"..." As the leader of Ling'an's underground band, can you not be so undemanding? The keyboard player is amateur, the bass player is fresh, and the lead singer and guitarist is... a middle school girl.

Song Han went back to his room to catch up on sleep, but he really couldn't fall asleep this time, so after thinking about it, he went to the study with the score.

No matter how bad the lyrics are, you have to write a song, no, and you can't really don't want the lead singer.

This building has four floors in total. The second floor is the utility room, lounge and various function rooms. The third floor is the living area for her and the bar staff. The two-story duplex apartment has a lot of space, but for the time being, she, There are three people, Bei Xiaochi and Tan Chen.

Usually she catches up on sleep during the day, and no one dares to come up to make a fuss. Today, Bei Xiaochi is not here, so it is even quieter.The study room faces the sun, and the sun shone in after ten o'clock in the morning, and the temperature is already unbearable.

Song Han didn't know how long he hadn't seen the sun at this time.

Sitting at the desk, he took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote.

Write……

Can't write.

"Tsk." She threw the pen away and stared at the paper on the table with her head propped up.Things like writing lyrics cost her half her life. When she has inspiration, she can make up a few sentences.

A gust of wind blew in, and the paper was lifted lightly, Song Han slapped it down again, and the paper was turned over by the wind.

The row of ugly words was exposed.

Song Han felt relieved at this meeting, and leaned closer to recognize those words one by one.After a while, the brows relaxed.

Well written.very nice.She didn't care about what kind of mood she was in to write such words, she just knew that she didn't have to hold back her words here anymore.

after one day.

When Bei Xiaochi came back from the summer camp, he thought that what awaited him would be a violent storm, but Song Han didn't expect to scold her.

"How are you playing?" It seems that you are in a good mood?

"It's pretty good," she leaned closer to observe Song Han's face, "Sister, are you in a good mood?"

"You have to settle with you." Song Han glanced at her.

"Ah..." Bei Xiaochi froze instantly, clasped his hands together, "Sister, I was wrong..."

"Okay," Song Han slapped her colorful head, "Are you familiar with Jing Fan?"

"what?"

"Your goddess." Song Han said.

"Senior Jing?" What did her sister ask this for?Does her sister like women? "Sister, have you taken a fancy to her? No, it's impossible, I won't be fooling around with you..."

"What did you say?" Song Han's eyes flashed coldly, is she such a beast?