star chaser poem

While other bands were performing on stage, Xiang Shi carried the cardboard box, quietly shuttled through the audience area engulfed in darkness, and came to the position in front of the console.

He put the things in the cardboard boxes on the table according to their types, and suddenly someone approached him and spoke to him: "Are you Sariel's band manager?"

Glancing at the person who was also standing behind the table, Xiang Shi replied, "No, come here to help me once in a while."

"That's it... Oh my god! You actually have a gashapon machine! It's so advanced!"

"Well, a new addition recently."

"Oh, by the way, I'm the manager of the band that's playing. It's boring to wait for the end time, let's chat casually."

Like this, it is not uncommon for people to be mistaken for Manager Sariel on various occasions.

Xiang Shi suggested buying the small gashapon machine.He found a second-hand one on the Internet and made a simple modification by himself.The posters of the four were cut to a suitable size and pasted on the front of the transparent display cabinet, and a board was hung at the bottom, marking the corresponding prizes for each award.

There is a small note of printing paper stuffed in the gashapon shell, and the prize needs to be redeemed with the note.Depending on the content and appearance of the performance, the prizes that can be drawn change every time, and some of them are not as rare as this shop after passing this village.Thanks to the support of the fans, the money for buying the gashapon machine body was quickly earned back.

He also suggested that in the future, we can try to engage in membership point system.Buy peripherals to exchange for points, and you can exchange for a fanservice once you accumulate the specified points, stimulating everyone's consumption.

Jiajing's exposed eye widened, "Why didn't you come earlier."

Fu Jing replied instead of Xiang Shi: "It's not too late to come now."

Since Oscar knew that someone was going to take his place to set up the stall, Oscar was so happy that his voice rose up: "Then write the proposal, arrange the schedule, calculate the number of audience, and set the ticket price. All these things are left to you? "

The new successor was unmoved, "I can only come on weekends."

"I'll give it to you when you can."

"If you don't worry."

"Don't worry! There's nothing to worry about, after all, you paid for it."

"Well, so I will also supervise the work."

"..."

Ten clapped his hands and laughed happily after seeing Oscar's indescribable expression, "His work is going to be supervised! He is so good at being lazy."

In order to distinguish it from ordinary audiences, Xiang Shi will hang a rectangular plastic tag around his neck when he enters and exits the livehouse.

The pattern on the tag is a hollowed-out cake box with a geometric three-dimensional design.Obviously the painting is a cute object, but it looks very avant-garde due to the composition of the splicing of squares. The bottom of the box is marked with "Cakebox" in pixel fonts-this logo was commissioned by Xiangshi to help design Taoguo.The logo of the cake box also appeared on his new business card, on the door plate of the studio, and on the copyright information page of Sariel's official website.

Friends who had seen him in the fan group before asked curiously how he got into the organization.Maybe because he is a boy, everyone's jealousy towards him is not so strong.

Xiang Shi's unified explanation to the outside world is: I invested money to become a partner.Instead of giving money in a roundabout way, it is better to put the money in your own hands directly, and then work together to let the money continue to make money.

Miaomiao cupped her cheeks with both hands and said, "You're so handsome."

And Taoguo pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, with a sad face, "I also want to be able to say such rich and powerful words one day."

"Your Bai Yueguang is too difficult, just give up." Miaomiao patted the back of her hand comfortingly.

Since then, Xiang Shi has left the spare key of her house to Fu Jing, and told him: Even when there is no one at home, you can come in and out at will.So the things in the room unknowingly became double again, as if experiencing a nostalgic repetition again.

In the past year or so, this apartment, which was only used for bathing and sleeping, has suddenly added a lot of life.The refrigerator began to be filled with fresh vegetables and meat, the glass bottles at the entrance would no longer be piled up and forgotten to be thrown away, and someone would pick them up for him in time for the dry cleaning clothes, and for the first time there was even a used one in the kitchen. A whole bottle of soy sauce.

However, due to the difference in work and rest between the two, the time they can spend together is still limited.Often when Xiang Shi came home from get off work, Fu Jing was performing; but when Xiang Shi got up and was about to go out, she had just fallen asleep there.

Because he didn't go out for lunch recently, Shao Ke, who had to change dinner partners, looked quite lonely.Every time we meet in the corridor, I have to be patient and listen to a few sour complaints: "Why do you have delicious food every day?"

"My family has a snail girl."

Once he jokingly told Fu Jing about Shao Ke. Unexpectedly, the next day, there was an extra thick-cut sandwich wrapped in greaseproof paper in the lunch bag. : To Xiang Shi's contemporaries, thank you for taking care of him.

Shao Ke was so touched that he became even more curious because of this, clamoring to go to his house as a guest, but was ruthlessly turned away every time.

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It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when Xiang Shi got off work that day, and the elevator in the office building was out of service, so she had to go out through the emergency passage at the side door and take the freight elevator downstairs.

Compared with daytime, the ambiguous lights in the hall are more drowsy.After working for a long time and overdrawing, most of his brain seems to have evaporated, leaving only a small bowl to maintain his minimum normal activities.

Stepping on her footsteps, she walked out, and when Xiang Shi came to the door of the building, she realized that it was pouring rain outside.At this time of day, there are always groups of taxis parked downstairs, waiting for commuters who missed the last subway.However, due to the heavy rain, the street was empty at this time.

He walked around the office building unwillingly, because he didn't bring an umbrella, so he could only walk as close as possible to the inside of the building, but even so, the rain still wet his shoulders and trouser legs.

In another taxi waiting area far from the main entrance, Xiang Shi finally found an empty taxi, fearing that someone would get there first, he walked forward quickly.

"Master, go to the sky bridge."

Before he finished speaking, the half-open car door was barely supported by someone, and a figure broke into the fierce rain. The dull and heavy sound of the rain scattered his words, making the end of each sentence like ripples gradually Disappeared in the air: "Sorry, I really can't get a taxi. Can you please share a car with me? I will take you first, and I will pay for the car."

If the voice also has temperature, then the voice of the person in front of him is like a cold ice cube.The way he speaks sounds very reserved, but his tone is full of abstinence and coolness, which is very unique.

The taxi driver looked back at Xiang Shi who was sitting in the back seat inquiringly.The feet of the rain were like numbness, scrambling to hit the roof of the car, making a crackling sound.Seeing this, he moved in to make room for half a seat, "Sit in first."

Moisture and cold wind poured into the compartment together.At that moment, it was as if a crow broke through the fierce rain and landed beside him.

"Where are you going?" Xiang Shi asked.

"Harukai."

The driver answered in a timely manner: "It takes about 15 minutes to drive from the sky bridge."

After the person on the right sat down, he unhurriedly rolled up his half-wet sleeves, and spoke in a calm and firm tone: "Okay, master, please go to the Sky Bridge first."

The back seat was pitch black, and occasionally the dappled light outside the window illuminated the water-stained glass, winding out flashing textures.

Both of them were more or less drenched in the rain, looking extremely embarrassed.The person next to him was wearing a deep fisherman's hat and covered his face with a mask. Xiang Shi couldn't recognize his real appearance. He could only smell the perfume on his body wet by the rainstorm, which was cool and faint.

At this time, Xiang Shi was so tired that her head was dizzy, she finally got into the car, and her nerves that had been tense all day finally relaxed.

The interior of the carriage was a bit stuffy, and the airtight space was steamed with damp heat.He opened the car window a slit, then loosened his tie, took off his coat, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe his clothes.

He is wearing a blue suit and a wine red tie today.Although the tie is a solid color, the fabric has retro dark patterns attached to it. The style is restrained but not dull. It was a gift from Fu Jing on his previous birthday.

Sensing that the people next to him seemed to be looking at him intentionally or unconsciously, Xiang Shi raised his right hand: "Do you want to use it?"

The other party seemed not expecting him to strike up a conversation, paused for a moment, and replied: "Thank you, then I will not be polite."

It was a simple checked handkerchief with a low-key embroidered logo in the lower right corner.When passing the things over, Xiang Shi found that all ten of his fingers were covered with black nail polish, and the middle finger of his right hand was wearing a black matte ring, which was very rare both in style and material, because the ring Thor was made wide to make his fingers white and straight.

Just looking at those hands, Xiang Shi guessed that his living conditions should be quite superior.But having said that, people who can live in Qinghai will naturally not earn less.

Taking out the phone, there were messages from WeChat piled up on the screen.He opened it and found that the top few lines were all from the same person.

-Jingjing-

[Tomorrow's bento is ready and put in the refrigerator]

[It's too late, I won't wait for you, I'll go back first]

[Suddenly it rained heavily, have you brought an umbrella? ]

Fu Jing in the portrait is hiding behind a wing-shaped flower basket.The blooming roses and lilies properly covered the lower half of his face, only revealing those calm, yet youthful eyes.

Xiang Shi replied immediately: I didn't bring it, but I took a taxi and I was on my way home.

"The handkerchief is soaked, I will return it to you after washing."

Hearing the sound, he raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone, and the low-temperature voice came to his ears, stirring up a bit of chill in the darkness: "Are you working in the office building just now? I'll invite you tomorrow night You eat."

Xiang Shi flatly refused: "It's just a handkerchief, there's no need to return it."

"That won't work."

The taxi is speeding on the highway, and the patchwork of lampposts cuts the submerged scenery into strips. The light sources and shadows are interlaced and flow slowly on his face.

"That's a cheap handkerchief. Besides, if you don't let me carpool, I'm going to be living on the street right now, and I'm a drowned chicken."

When he spoke, he slightly turned half of his face towards himself, and Xiang Shi could see the appearance of the young man clearly.His hair was long and left below his shoulders. The outer layer was ordinary black hair, but the inner side near his neck was dyed a low-purity purple, which was hard to notice unless he looked closely.

Spreading the half-wet handkerchief on his lap, he folded it slowly.With the movement of the hand, the skin above the left wrist was faintly visible at the open cuff, and a small tattoo-like pattern appeared faintly near the slender wrist joint.

It is not polite to stare at others all the time, and Xiang Shi looked away in time, "I go home at this time every day."——This is a lie.

"What about lunch?" he asked persistently.The pair of eyes that stared at him were delicate in shape, with the end of the eyes raised, and when they were bent, they looked like two little swallows facing each other.

"I only have one hour lunch break." The implication is that I don't have time at noon.

That person didn't know whether he really didn't understand, or he was just pretending to be stupid, but he nodded seriously, "Okay, then I'll come to you at noon."

Xiang Shi's fingers tightened unconsciously, but she didn't speak, thinking silently in her heart: It seems that tomorrow's bento will be saved until evening.

Later, the other party asked him for his contact information, and the avatar picture displayed in the friend verification was three trees side by side.

"Your avatar is so cute." He smiled and pointed at the round-faced doll wearing a Dumbo headgear, "What's your name?"

Seeing that there was no immediate response, he announced to himself, "If you don't say anything, I'll call you Dumbo."

How did he know that Xiang Shi had already been called that by many people, especially on the Internet, so he didn't respond to this level of teasing at all.

"up to you."

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

Xiang Shi didn't follow the man's mind to continue asking, but gave him a sideways glance indifferently, indicating that you can talk if you like, and don't talk about it.

"My name is Harumi."

"..."

"Hey, don't be angry." The cold voice was suddenly tinged with a warm smile: "Then I'll call you Qinghai, and you can call me Dumbo, okay?"

"Are you a kindergartener naming dolls?"

The person who heard this sentence leaned lazily on the back of the chair, laughing forward and backward.Her black and purple hair had a wet sheen reminiscent of dripping lilacs.

Xiang Shi thinks the man in front of her is very weird.Looking at his clothes, he thought he was from the society, but his tone of voice was quite frivolous. He might be a playboy with nothing to do, but he felt that he should not be as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Before getting off the car, Xiang Shi specifically asked, "I can reimburse you for taking a taxi, but you don't have to pay for the car."

As a result, the person sitting beside him restrained him domineeringly.Xiang Shi felt that the hand covering him was a bit cool, which gave him a thin layer of goosebumps.

"No, I just love it."

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Still saving the draft, the next update time is next Thursday night.