star chaser poem

Even though it has entered December, the weather is not very cold.Although Fu Jing was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt made by the band, she still broke out in a thin sweat when carrying equipment to the car.

This is the second day of Sariel's short tour.Just finished the first performance in Wu City last night, and today I performed the second performance non-stop in the neighboring Rong City; after packing my luggage, I will continue to leave overnight to the next stop, Lian City.

They will spend the next few weeks making a slow circle around the nearby city before returning to their starting point.

Every tour is a tough test of physical strength.Sariel did not sign with any record company, but only released CDs through the company of the senior band and introduced professional producers; and the specific operation and publicity of the band were all done by the members themselves.Because of this, they have almost always maintained a state of high-intensity operation.

Fu Jing doesn't think there is anything wrong with being busy and tired. She can not only gain the sense of accomplishment brought about by running a business, but also escape from the layers of exploitation of capitalists. Many people have not even grasped such a proper sense of tension and pressure. opportunity.

However, as the popularity and popularity increased, the four felt more and more powerless.In fact, they plan to set up their own music label and operate the band as a real business.This plan was temporarily shelved due to being too busy, but recently, things have gradually begun to change.

When Oscar returned to the car with the leftover merchandise in his arms, Fu Jing said casually: "It seems that the sales will not be enough once we leave Wu City."

The drummer quickly moved things onto the car, and comforted him, saying, "The ticket sales rate is very good, so don't worry too much."

Fu Jing hooked the corners of her mouth, with a confident look: "I'm not worried."

The two worked together to pack all the boxes and closed the trunk of the car.

Like any performance after the end, Ten was in charge of driving, Fu Jing sat in the co-pilot, Oscar and Jia Jing lay crookedly in the back row, one was checking accounts, the other read Weibo.

Fu Jing put on her seat belt, and casually tossed a can of hot tea to Ten on the left, "Tian Tian, ​​thank you for your hard work."

The person sitting in the driver's seat shifted gears and lifted the handbrake neatly, and the silver chain around his wrist jingled, "If you dare to shout like that again, be careful I will blow your head off." After speaking, he picked up the bottle again Shaking at Fu Jing, "Thank you."

Sariel's four people have always had a clear division of labor: Creation belongs to Transistor, outreach belongs to Jia Jing, income and expenses belong to Oscar, and modeling and art belong to Ten.

When going on tour in other places, everyone always takes turns driving, and this time it happened to be Ten and Fu Jing's turn.

After each performance, the team's entertainment program is absolutely indispensable on the way back. It is called listening to Jiajing and reading comments. It is a rather wicked punishment game.

Anyone who made a mistake in the performance that day had to search his name on Weibo, and then Jiajing would read out the relevant Weibo content and flog the corpse in public.

"Teacher Tian, ​​are you ready?"

Ten rolled his eyes viciously at the rearview mirror, and the people behind him took it as his acquiescence.

Jia Jing cleared his throat, and read in a flat tone without any emotion: "Tiantian knocked off the wire in the middle of playing the piano today, and she looks so cute without thinking, woo woo, silly fufu."

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

Fu Jing felt that if the person in question hadn't happened to be driving, he might have jumped into the back seat and yelled at him—because his knuckles were white when he was holding the steering wheel.

After laughing, Oscar didn't think it was enough, so he added fuel to the fire and teased him: "Another man will definitely scold you to death, 'if you can't play the piano, don't come out to be disgusting' or something like that."

"Stupid maggots who say such things have generally never been on stage."

After hearing this, Jiajing stretched out his hand and patted Ten's arm vigorously, and said with relief, "You finally spoke something human with your mouth."

"Teacher Jingjing." Fu Jing, who was gloating over others' misfortune, was suddenly called out, "Don't laugh. You will be next."

"Alright Mr. Jing, please be merciful." He closed his eyes resignedly, and leaned against the side of the car door, shrunk into a small ball, as if if he worked harder to shrink just a little bit, everyone would be happy. Can't see him anymore.

"Hey, the audience is not good this year. It seems that no one has noticed that you forgot your words."

"I thought he was playing handsome, so I didn't sing on purpose."

"Your salary should be deducted this month."

No matter how the other three teased, Fu Jing pretended not to hear, and just hid in a corner and pretended to be dead.

After reading a few more gags like this, Jiajing's crooked body suddenly sat upright.He dragged the phone screen with his fingertips, his attention was almost completely attracted by the things on the screen, "Hey, are there any boys among our fans?"

Oscar, who was sitting next to him, yawned lazily, "Yes. What are you looking at? Show me."

Jia Jing leaned over as promised, and the two shoulders squeezed each other, "The one on the far left."

Lifting his eyes and scanning the screen, Oscar didn't respond too much, "He looks better in person than in the photos."

"you recognize?"

"The God of Wealth in my shop." After a pause, he asked again: "Where did you find this photo?"

"I found it by searching Sariye on Weibo. It seems that they watched the live yesterday and took a photo at the entrance of the flashlight."

"Stop, stop." Ten interrupted their conversation impatiently: "What the hell?"

Contrary to the grumpy bass player, the guitarist Jia Jing is the most patient of all, and immediately explained slowly: "Just now I saw a group photo of fans, and there is a boy who grows up pretty Handsome, but Teacher Ka said he had seen it before."

After hearing this, Ten was noncommittal, but asked provocatively, "Compared to me?"

Oscar didn't even lift his eyelids, and said to him nonchalantly, "I'm not of the same type as you, you're such a bitch."

"Drummers, do you have the guts to say it again?!"

Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel, Fu Jing hurriedly stepped forward to persuade the quarrel: "Stop making trouble, and drive the car into the river later."

Ten refused to let it go, and squeezed him with his elbow, "Jing, come and see."

"Okay, okay." He replied softly, turning around to pick up the phone from the back seat.

Fu Jing had made up her mind a long time ago that no matter how suave and handsome that person was, she would turn a blind eye to her and just coax their stinky faces to be happy.

However, in the short moment when his eyes touched the screen, he blinked slowly - so the phone was not connected firmly, and it hit Jiajing's instep with a "slap".

Fu Jing was also stunned, her right hand hovered in mid-air while maintaining its original posture.

The inside of the car was eerily quiet for a moment, even the hum of the engine running lost its original outline, and disappeared from the stiff fingers like thin smoke.

After waking up, he immediately leaned his body to the back row with concern: "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Jia Jing bent down and picked up the phone, patted it seriously, blew it, and handed it back to him again.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Fu Jing always felt that Oscar's smile seemed to have ulterior motives.

"You saw him yesterday too?"

"Well, he has been coming to buy things recently."

Fu Jing opened the photo suspiciously, and then her breathing became stagnant, and she couldn't even hear her panting.

"Answer," Ten urged.

"..."

"He doesn't talk." Oscar put his arms in his arms leisurely, admiring the expressions of the two people with pleasure, "It means you lost."

Ten, with the veins popping up on his forehead, was about to have a seizure, when Jia Jing rushed out halfway and stopped him: "That's it! Let's guess whose fan he is!"

"Guess what."

"Next time you drive with an empty wheel."

"Just guess."

"Teacher Ka should know the answer, let's come three." After finishing speaking, Jia Jing snapped his fingers in front of Fu Jing, "Teacher Jingjing, you guess first."

Fu Jing pursed her lips, and did not make any unnecessary explanations, but simply said lightly: "You will definitely lose."