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The banquet was held at the Tianhua Restaurant in Xinjie. The banquet was huge and fully staffed, and the venue was extravagant.

From the background point of view, in addition to the many employees of the magazine, there were other people present, but they were not in these two photos.Maybe it's a joint celebration with Galaxy Media, maybe it's with Huasha Magazine, or some other partner.

Qinghe didn't know about this, no notice was sent in the group, and no one told her, what kind of order was signed, what merits were celebrated, she was not clear at all.

Looking at the two people holding hands in the corner of the photo, Qing He leaned her back to the head of the bed silently, took a puff of the cigarette with only half of it between her two fingers, tightly biting the cigarette holder, biting her teeth uncontrollably, It took a long time to roll the tip of the tongue, let go of the mouth slightly, took off the cigarette and held it in the hand, tapped the thin white middle finger lightly, and then flicked the ash.

Her eyes still fell on the phone screen and never moved away.

The cigarette was almost burnt, Qinghe wanted to press the cigarette butt in the ashtray and snuff it out, but he was stunned for a moment, didn't pay much attention, and almost pressed the flickering cigarette end on the bedside table to burn a scar, but fortunately he stopped in time, and finally Still, he quickly pressed the sparks into the ashtray.

The light in the room was a bit harsh, she lowered her eyes, blinked her eyes uncomfortably, and when she recovered, she accidentally clicked on the screen and exited the photo.

There are not many colleagues added on WeChat, Secretary Xu counts as one, and there are Shen Jiahe and the male assistant, they can be counted on two hands.Scrolling down, many colleagues posted news about the scene, but Shen Jiahe didn't. I don't know if he was absent.

In the feed posted by the male assistant, there is a group photo of the stars, which is the sister Ying that Qi Rui'an mentioned last time, You Yuying, a talented player with dual roles in acting and singing, and behind him is the financial backer of the high-level neon.

You Yuying posted a group photo of tonight's party on Weibo, and tweeted the official accounts of H&F and Huasha, expressing her gratitude and also revealing that she will cooperate with these two magazines in the future.

This Weibo was a hot search, after all, it was an excellent time to show off the celebrity status, how could the team behind You Yuying miss such a good marketing opportunity, the announcements were flying all over the sky that day, almost dominating the screen all night.

The photo that You Yuying chose was quite mysterious. In it, she was alone in the entertainment industry. Wen Ning and Hua Sha's boss were in the middle, and on both sides were celebrities and rich people from various families. A well-known female entrepreneur with a relatively low-key style.

This Weibo is full of fans and peers sending blessings, business mutual support, and other marketing accounts are also controlled by fans from all walks of life, which is not worth seeing.

Qinghe found Shen Jiahe in the photo, and almost didn't recognize him.Standing on You Yuying's left, Shen Jiahe wore an elegant beige long dress that accentuated her curves, long curly hair and light makeup. She was very different from her appearance when she was an intern in a magazine. Quiet, full of light and ripe charm.Qinghe didn't recognize her at a glance, and after a while, she confirmed that it was Shen Jiahe herself.

The young appearance and body always attract the attention of the mature sisters. In the photo, Shen Jiahe has an extraordinary temperament. Among all the people, she is only a little worse than Wen Ning, and she seems to overwhelm You Yuying and the others.

Qinghe was slightly surprised, even though she had already guessed that Shen Jiahe's background was unusual, she really didn't expect it to be so powerful, but she didn't pay too much attention to these, and quickly switched to the Weibo account of the slow train.

This account has always been managed by Ye Xilin. It has more than 5000 fans. When there are events, it takes the lead, but usually hides it. The last Weibo was posted in March. At that time, it was a live house performance with other bands, just next to the Mixc City. in the tavern.

There are only a few comments on Weibo, and they are all loyal fans accumulated in the past two years, music fans who are willing to buy tickets.

Qinghe touched the lines on the cigarette box, and rubbed the corners of the box with her fingertips, her fingers were rubbed red.She couldn't find anything to do, so she followed the watch list to find the official account of the organizer of Huancheng North Road, and forwarded the weibo about the performance on Saturday.

Huancheng North Road developed a new project last year, mainly to develop tourism and entertainment culture. In just one year, many businesses have settled in that area.Nowadays, the new economic method of online promotion to drive offline consumption is very popular. The policy direction of the above is more diversified. They plan to take a more trendy path. They also invite celebrities and Internet celebrities to market and create various activities. They want to increase the customer flow in a short period of time. To increase the volume, holding a small music festival is one of the drainage activities.

The performance of the slow train was at around [-] pm, and it was in the last row of the promotional posters. Whether it was the performance time or the ranking, it belonged to the kind of small coffee, but it was barely enough to be able to print the name.

After reposting it on Weibo, it received more than a dozen likes and several comments one after another. Among them, a loyal fan named "Chunjiang West Road" was the first to like it.

Qinghe didn't pay much attention to these, and logged out after forwarding, put the phone aside, then turned off the lights and lay down.

I couldn't sleep all night, the noise on the street never stopped, and cars passed by from time to time.

The next day was sunny, but the temperature did not rise, it was still cold.

This kind of climate lasted for several days, and it barely warmed up to about [-] degrees until Friday.

Friday is July [-]st, the beginning of a new month.

Qing He received some other messages on his mobile phone, but none of them had anything to do with H&F or Wen Ning. There seemed to be a wall between them, so they lost contact.

It may be that this wall is too high and it is really difficult to cross. They did not look for each other, as if the other person was unimportant and had too little weight in their respective lives.

During this period, Qinghe devoted herself to making music, and didn't care about the movement outside at all. When she was free, she would listen to songs, or show kindness to teach Zhang Ming harmony.She is the lead singer of the band and the core of the team. She is quite busy when the performance is approaching, and she has no time to take care of those annoying rumors and news.

The organizer of Huancheng North Road asked them to go to the site for auditions and rehearsals on Friday, and also arranged accommodation, even taking care of meals, which was quite sincere anyway.

The three of them drove Ye Xilin's broken van over there early in the morning, and followed the organizer's arrangement when they got there.

The venue for the performance is in the Wetland Park on Huancheng North Road, and the hotel where I stayed is not far from there, less than 10 minutes away.The facilities of the hotel are not bad, it is actually a single room, it is located at the end of the pedestrian street, next door is the bar street, anywhere is good.

The host had already arranged the accommodation. The first floor was a shop, Zhang Ming and Ye Xilin both lived on the fourth floor, and Qing He lived on the top floor.The slow train ranks too low among the invited guests, and the rooms below are all full, so the three of them can only deal with it separately.

The three of them don't mind these things, as long as they have a place to sleep.

Since the rehearsal will start at [-]:[-] p.m., everyone should clean up as soon as they arrive at the hotel. If you are in a hurry, you must prepare in advance to avoid delaying the overall process.

When Qinghe was playing bass in the room, Ye Xilin came in to deliver water.

Looking around inside and out, Ye Xilin said while lighting a cigarette: "It seems that you are the only one living on this floor, and no other rooms are open."

Qing He glanced outside, and replied: "There should be a band that hasn't come yet, and it will probably arrive later."

"Maybe, I'm not very clear." Ye Xilin said, and opened the window casually, let the wind blow out the air, and looked down. She raised her eyebrows and said casually, "You have a nice view up here, and the room is better than mine." Great, you can still watch the night view when you come back later.”

The top floor has a wide view, and the location of this room is particularly good. The window is facing the east, and the street with people coming and going is just below.

Qinghe has been in a bad mood these days, she lowered her head to do things as soon as she entered the door, she really didn't notice this.She didn't care too much about the place where she lived. Hearing this, she said casually: "If you like, you can change it. I'll live below."

Ye Xilin smiled, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to move around, so I'll leave it to you."

Qinghe shook his head, didn't answer, and continued to do his own work.

The two of them didn't stay in the room for too long, they took the device and went down, and then took Zhang Ming to the Wetland Park.

The rehearsal in the afternoon went smoothly, and it was over after a cutscene. After communicating with the organizer, I could leave early. The rest of the time I could rehearse by myself or go shopping around.

Originally, Qinghe wanted to wander around the bar street, but considering Zhang Ming's poor performance experience on stage, he finally decided to stay and continue to join the stage, so that Zhang Ming could find out how to practice his courage.

Since it was the first time to perform outdoors, and it was such a big crowd, Zhang Ming couldn't help feeling a little nervous. There weren't many people in the audience, only a group of staff members, but he was so excited that his calves trembled and his fingers were numb. Always play the wrong sound.

The three practiced from the afternoon until dark, and did not leave until 08:30 in the evening.

Zhang Ming was quite sensible, knowing that he was dragging the two of them down because of his stretched hips, so he took the initiative to treat them to dinner.

It was almost ten o'clock when we returned to the hotel, and the street was bustling with people coming and going, full of fireworks.

The top floor of the hotel is still clean, which is quite different from the downstairs floors. It seems that only Qinghe really lives there.

Qinghe didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment, thinking that no one came out and she went to bed early, she carried Beth on her back and walked to her room, slowly took out the door card, swiped the card, unlocked it, and turned the doorknob to enter.

The room was drowsy, and the vision was blurred.

After closing the door, she groped in the dark and raised her hand to turn on the light.

The location of the switch was just above the porch, but she couldn't touch it, and instead bumped into the warm and soft embrace the next moment.The breath of the person behind him brushed against her ears in an instant, and a familiar feeling came, and the imprints engraved in her bones suddenly became hot, and her body responded most honestly. She immediately realized who it was, and turned around subconsciously, trying to hide open.

The other party hugged her, and supported her hip with one hand.

The body in front of him was warm, and the door panel behind him was cold, afraid of falling, Qinghe had to hook the man's shoulders, and was about to struggle, but was tightly clamped on the waist to prevent him from moving.

She whispered softly: "Wen Ning!"