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The music from the stage came in.Wuchang's lead singer's singing skills are much better than Bei Xiaochi's, but the drummer is far behind Song Han.

The action of beating the drumstick under the light flashed through his mind suddenly.

Song Han lowered his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, felt the gaze from the opposite side, looked up, Jing Fan put on his hat again at some point, the light was already dim, and once the brim of the hat was covered, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What's the name of your band?" Jing Fan asked.

"I don't have a name, and I don't play seriously, so I'm addicted to my hands." She smiled and replied.

"You play drums very well." Jing Fan said.

"Thank you for the compliment." Song Han raised the corner of his mouth, pinched his cigarette, and walked out, "It's not too early, go back when you've had enough fun, don't worry your family, it's not the place for you students to come."

Jing Fan didn't speak, and watched her go out.

After staying for a while, she turned around and took an album, glanced at the random lines on the cover, found out the change according to the price, and put it on the shelf.

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Chapter 9 Lin Xiangxi

It was already early morning when he walked out of the blazing desert with He Cheng, and the three districts were still brightly lit, but after driving a certain distance, the silence and desolation of the whole city came one after another.

Like waking up after a big dream.

"Thank you." Arriving at the rental house, Jing Fan thanked the driver's seat for the conversation, and said goodbye to He Cheng, "Let's go."

"Go to bed early." He Cheng instructed.

"Ah."

After entering the room and washing up, the moment my sober mind touched the pillow, it was immediately covered by the surging fatigue, and I fell asleep quickly.

It was already noon when I woke up the next day, probably because the music was too loud last night, Jing Fan felt a little headache after waking up, and fell asleep for an hour after cleaning up.

It was not the alarm clock that woke her up in the afternoon, but the ringing of the phone.

"Hello." She closed her eyes and pressed the answer button, her whole body was in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Jing Xuan couldn't help worrying when he heard his younger sister's slightly tired voice.

"Brother." Hearing Jing Xuan's voice, Jing Fan immediately became more than half awake, and sat up from the bed.

"Haven't got up yet? Are you uncomfortable?" Jing Xuan asked.

"No," Jing Fan explained, "I went out with He Cheng last night and came back late."

"Don't learn to stay up late at such a young age." Jing Xuan's voice was gentle and clear, and his words of lessons were all pleasantly said. "Are you tired from studying recently? Is the third year of high school a lot of pressure?"

Jing Fan originally wanted to say that he was fine and that he was fine, but he stopped when the words came to his lips.The grievances of these days suddenly came to my mind, and the content of the phone call with my mother yesterday was recalled inappropriately.

"Study is okay, but I'm in a bad mood." She lowered her head and whispered.

Over there, Jing Xuan felt uncomfortable when he heard his sister's aggrieved tone, "What's wrong? Are you wronged?"

"Brother..." Jing Fan hesitated, pinching his fingertips unconsciously with his left hand, "Did Mom and Dad call you recently?"

"No, what's the matter?" Jing Xuan sat up straight, frowning.

Jing Fan exhaled, forget it. "It's nothing, just ask." Hearing someone calling Mr. Jing over there, she changed the subject in time, "Are you still working?"

"Get off work soon, don't worry about me," Jing Xuan replied, "What's not going well recently?"

"It's nothing, it's just... the third year of high school. Everyone else is studying hard, but I don't need it. I'm in a hurry."

Hearing what she said, Jing Xuan smiled, thinking that she was acting like a spoiled child, "So you're bored?"

"Yeah." Jing Fan also smiled, "Too good, but also very troublesome."

"Yes, my younger sister is the most powerful, and her troubles are different from others. Don't tell your classmates this, it will attract hatred." Jing Xuan smiled, and then sighed, "If it wasn't too lately I'm busy, so I'll let you come and find me."

Jing Fan was stunned for a moment, the disappointment in her eyes flashed, "It's okay," she adjusted her tone, "The school curriculum is still very tight. Go to work, and I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay, remember to tell me if you have anything to do." Jing Xuan instructed.

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Fan ordered takeaway and lay down on the bed in big characters.

It was when the sun was at its maximum, the curtains were half opened, and the whole room was brightly lit.

She recalled the experience of last night, except for the sun xué that was still aching, there seemed to be no other traces of the two noisy hours in her memory.

It seems... not?

She turned over and sat up, fumbled in the pocket of the clothes she changed last night, and took out the album.

Going to the study room to get the repeater that he usually listens to, Jing Fan sat on the carpet in the living room and pressed the play button.

The frosty voice instantly filled the space, and it was released more and more presumptuously in the restless August sun.

The evening self-study in the evening consisted of two math sessions, and He Zheng dozed off next to Jing Fan.

He Xueba actually fell asleep in class!This spectacle attracted the attention of a group of students who were tortured by math papers.

Annoyed by those eyes, Jing Fan bumped He Cheng with his elbow, "Don't sleep."

"Reasonable sister, who dragged me out yesterday?" He Cheng turned to look at her.His excitement last night lasted until four o'clock in the morning, and he was called up by his mother in the morning to meet someone, so he barely slept, and he was really sleepy.