star chaser poem

Taking advantage of the bet, Fu Jing doesn't need to drive the night roads he hates today, but can sleep in the co-pilot and sleep all the way to the destination.

Seeing Jia Jing sitting in Ten's seat instead, he grinned at the other party apologetically, but unexpectedly got a disgusted look on his face, "Stop laughing, goosebumps are coming up."

"Give me your piano and pedals tomorrow." He volunteered.

After hearing this sentence, Jia Jing was startled for a while, then he seemed to finally come to his senses, and said softly, "You have a conscience."

Cars are sparsely parked in the high-speed service area late at night, and the brightly lit shops are still awake during the day.The top of the high pole lamp in the distance is filled with a cloud of misty soft light, like low clouds that descend quietly in the dead of night.

Ten and Oscar went for a release, and there were only the two of them in the car.With the car window half open, Jiajing took out the e-cigarette and a purple fluorescent paper shell from his pocket, filled the pod with skillful gestures, pressed the side button and waited for the tobacco to heat up.

After a while, a blueberry aroma mixed with bitterness permeated the small space, and was blown by the cool night wind to escape in all directions.

"If you don't drive, just think about the track list again. After all, the New Year's Day performance is in Songshi."

Fu Jing stretched her legs that had become swollen due to sitting for a long time, and murmured thoughtfully: "Do you know, the last time I performed there was a high school student."

"With Ji Yin?"

"Ah."

"That time at the end of September." He held the pipe upright, and exhaled a puff of white mist, "You tried your best to avoid him in the background."

Fu Jing didn't respond to this, and said to him from left to right: "Lend me one."

Jiajing's surprised eyes lingered on him for a moment, and then gently gave way to his right hand lying between the two, "The battery is out."

At this moment, the two of the rhythm group, who were covered in cold wind, opened the car door.Once in the car, Ten unceremoniously adjusted the seat back to the lowest position.When he lay down, there was a lot of movement, and he even accidentally kicked Fu Jing's chair back with his toes, "What are you talking about?"

Before Jiajing could speak, Fu Jing on the other side responded first: "What songs should I play when I go to Songshi."

"Triumph performance, we should seriously think about it."

Different from the rude Ten, Oscar draped himself a thin blanket to keep out the cold, sat in the back row and asked curiously: "What songs did you sing in Songshi before?"

"Moonquake, haven't you heard this before?"

"This name is really nostalgic." Ten looked up to the sky, and began to recall the past toward the roof of the car: "I remember the first time I met you on the platter live. I was so excited for a long time."

Jiajing threw the finished pod into his portable ashtray, and then hummed the chorus of a certain song to himself. After singing a few words, the two people in the back seat responded and joined in together. chorus.That well-known melody led them back to the time when this song was being sung continuously. Amidst the singing of demons dancing wildly, Fu Jing closed her eyes irritably.

"Jiajing, you are amazing, you actually memorized all the lyrics." Ten was still lying down, afraid that the people in front would not see him, so he stretched out his arms deliberately, and raised a pair of thumbs high.

"Because there was a time when the company played it every day. As soon as the chorus entered, I would pick it up reflexively."

Oscar carefully poked Fu Jing's shoulder, "I think he's about to vomit."

The original singer, who stayed out of the way, seemed unhappy, "Well, try to sing the same song every live, and sing it for four years in a row."

Jia Jing and Oscar glanced at each other quickly, and stopped talking with each other knowingly.

Fu Jing obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He pulled the hood of the sweater over his head, leaned against the back of the chair and slid down half of his body, and picked up the phone without saying a word.

Click on the green APP, and your finger stops on one of the dialog boxes.The head of the opponent is a round-faced doll wearing a Dumbo headgear.The doll's eyeballs are bright blue, and there are two faint pink flowers on the cheeks. The big blue-gray ears are stretched out horizontally, and the inside shows a yellow-pink gradient, which looks like two upturned pigtails.

The latest chat record was only a few days ago, and the round-faced doll wearing a Dumbo headgear told him: I am usually free on Sundays.When you come back, you can arrange for me to meet them.

This person's circle of friends is blank, only a very indifferent sentence hangs in his profile: I don't like to post on circle of friends, and there is no setting to see it.

I heard him say before that the consulting company has a confidentiality agreement. In order to prevent the client's information from being leaked, employees are forbidden to discuss topics related to the projects they handle in private - but apart from work, there should be nothing else worth mentioning in his life. .

Before contacting him again, Fu Jingyou and her former classmates secretly inquired about him, and the answers they got were nothing more than which good university he was admitted to and which powerful company he entered... In fact, there is no need to inquire about these things through the mouth of others , according to what I know about him, I can guess with my eyes closed.

At that time, the classmate was quite strange and said: Why did you ask Xiang Shi to come to me?

Fu Jing had a cheeky face, and replied casually: I'm not a good person.Sorry to ask him directly.

The classmates were even more surprised: what are you doing now?

He shrugged and spread his hands: nothing to do, social idlers.

"Who is Shishi? Your girlfriend wants to see her parents?" Fu Jing was so frightened by the sudden questioning that she almost dropped her phone to the ground again.

A few strands of light blonde hair came into his corner of the eye, he pressed the screen lock button angrily, and rolled his eyes at Ten who was behind him, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Fu Jing cleared his throat again: "I have something to discuss with you." While speaking, he sat up straight, his eyes slowly wandering over the faces of his teammates, "I sent a novel to contribute to us."

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Song City is a small city, and it doesn't have as many entertainment facilities as Kure City. There is only one poor livehouse called Titan Queen.It has seen Fu Jing spend most of her youth since she was 14, first as an audience and later as a performer.

If it weren't for the trauma of the last gig before leaving, he might have proudly called this place "my origin" like many famous musicians.

For a long time in the past, he had resisted the matter of standing on the stage of Matsushita again.It's like turning over a failed exam paper with my name written on it, a long-lasting humiliation.

But now, the person who had pushed him far away, unexpectedly stood by his side after many years of separation.

"Because I have nothing to do with the company's main output, but just contribute money, so it's fine to hold less than [-]% of the shares."

"Ten percent." Fu Jing followed Xiang Shi and repeated in a daze: "Isn't it too little?"

"I can apply for tax relief by doing a side job, and I will pay a lot less income tax. You don't have to worry about me losing money."

"And I'm investing for you, which is essentially no different from stock trading. You have the right to think that I'm doing long-term business, freeing up a part of the position from the original investment portfolio, and buying a stock named Sariel."

No matter how ignorant Ren Fujing was, he was out of the society anyway, so he naturally knew that things were not as easy as he said, so he curled up his fingers unconsciously while speaking, "No matter how you look at it, you make more money by investing in stocks yourself."

"That's not necessarily the case." Xiang Shi quietly grabbed his cuff, shook it comfortingly, and loosened her tense fingers, "Compared to giving money to someone I don't know, of course it's more reassuring for you. "

He was amused by the other party's childish behavior, but he couldn't laugh anymore.Xiang Shi was so kind to him, but she couldn't do anything for him.

Fu Jing's mood at this time is quite like when she was mischievous when she was a child, she got into a catastrophe, and she was ready to see death as home, waiting to go home and being scolded bloody, but instead of punishing him, her parents worried about him. Injured, have you been wronged?

It seems that no matter what absurd things he does, they are allowed in their eyes, and there is no need to feel guilty even if he makes a mistake-because those people will always think of him unconditionally and trust his decisions.As long as he can be happy and be himself without any worries.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of being treated tenderly after leaving home for a long time.It seems that the more he grows up, the less he will be cared about by the outside world as an independent individual.It seemed that a mechanical arm dropped from the sky, picked him out of the stable assembly line, and threw him into the broken copper and iron piled with defective products.

"Go back and ask your teammates if you have any objections to this equity allocation. If you are worried about me, you can find time to meet up."

Fu Jing felt that there was more weight on his head, as if a bird had stopped suddenly, but that force did not come from a mechanical arm on the assembly line, but a flesh and blood hand - the people around him patted his hand lightly overhead. ·

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"Oh, so Shishi is the boy who wants to come to see us?" Ten tilted his head halfway beside Fu Jing, smiling harmlessly.

"Get lost, I won't treat you like a cheap son."

While driving the car, Jia Jing asked casually: "You guys have known each other since childhood? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

"He was in Songshi a few years ago, and he was transferred here recently."

"Well, then he knows..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Fu Jing immediately answered, "I don't know you."

Gagin shrugged his shoulders habitually, "Pretend I didn't say it."

He briefly explained Xiang Shi's personal situation and the content of the conversation between the two.

"I have no objection." Oscar, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, "Call him out for a drink some other day, and talk face to face."

Fu Jing agreed, remembering how a few people yelled when they saw the photo just now, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to tell them the truth, anyway, when they meet in person, they will naturally understand.

"By the way, I've thought about the name of the label." Fu Jing turned to face everyone, while the other three were also waiting for him to continue talking.

"It's called Cakebox."

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