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Although Zhang Muqing was suspicious, she couldn't find time to meet Zhang Li, and the concert came as scheduled.

Fantasy's first concert tour was held in 13 cities in two countries.

Although the repertoire of each concert is similar, but every time they arrive in a new city and hear the echoes of the fans backstage, all fantasy members will be extremely excited.

Zhang Muqing didn't really hear the content of the fans' shouting in the background, and only felt that the noise was like a wave, one after another, and it lasted for a long time.

The concert is always different from previous award ceremonies and evening parties. The number of performances has greatly increased. Not only is it fantasy, but the nerves of the backstage staff are also highly tense.

As far as Zhang Muqing is concerned, he can't hold back the sense of division behind the stage——

One second, he and his members were extremely handsome stage stars, and the stage was so tactfully cool. The next second, he was surrounded by several staff members, stripping clothes, changing clothes, wiping sweat, touching up makeup, arranging hair, A microphone, and someone held a fan and a water glass for him, and there was another person holding a breathing mask on standby.

Fans shouted fantasy outside.

Everyone in the backstage had only one sentence: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Several times, the members have stood on the lift platform and slowly ascended, still shouting in a hurry:

"Missing a necklace! Sister, hurry up! Necklace!"

"I'm missing my tie!"

"Help! Why can't I button this button..."

"Where's my ring?"

"Ah, my cuffs are hooked! Ah! The clothes are rotten!"

"Have you got the belt?"

However, at this time, the lifting platform has slowly sent the members onto the stage, exposing their heads.

The fans became even more excited when they saw the figure.

Almost at that moment, Fantasy couldn't care about other things, quickly managed the expressions one by one, posed in a beautiful pose, and finally stood still in front of a purple ocean.

The concert can allow each member to solo or group freely. During Zhang Muqing's personal live broadcast before, some fans said they wanted to see him dance classical dance again, and Zhang Muqing readily agreed.

Therefore, in these 13 concerts, Zhang Muqing danced the old choreography of herself and Xiuniang over and over again.This dance tells the story of a concubine who fell out of favor, who was discouraged by the emperor and determined to die. The emotions are lingering and sad, and love, hatred, resentment and despair are intertwined.

When Zhang Muqing practiced, she still felt embarrassed, and did not disclose her rehearsal scene, and even Xiao Huaike didn't know what he was dancing.At the first concert, Xiao Huaike specially watched Zhang Muqing's performance on the side stage.

On the huge stage, there was only a small figure, leaning up or down, with its curved toes lightly tapping the stage.Xiao Huaike stared intently at the figure, elegant and elegant, watching him sit on a split-horse in the air again and again, turning around again and again, and finally climbed onto the support.

The stand was about three or four meters high. Zhang Muqing stood on the high stand with his feet stretched out, his sleeves flapped by the evening wind.

Xiao Huaike looked at his movements, and saw that the music had slowed down at this time, and it seemed to be broken. She guessed that Zhang Muqing's dance was not over yet, and then looked at the distance between the elevated shelf and the stage, and realized that Zhang Muqing might be going down. Jump!

At the same time that the heart was lifted into the throat, the figure in the eyes fell straight on its back.

Xiao Huaike's voiceless exclamation was completely drowned out by the last drumbeat.

The moment Zhang Muqing fell, the lights on the stage were also turned off, as if he had really fallen into an abyss.

Xiao Huaike sweated, turned her head to the backstage, and saw that Zhang Muqing had already changed there, so she was a little relieved.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but shook his head in self-deprecating—I'm afraid Zhang Muqing was not too reassured, but he forgot that Zhang Muqing is an omnipotent person. He flew up and down, at this height, how could he drop Zhang Muqing!

Thinking of this, Xiao Huaike felt a little relieved again - Zhang Muqing is like an endless treasure, people will never guess how many surprises he still has hidden - and such a person likes herself so much.

The tour of the two countries was successfully concluded, and midsummer came quietly.

In the past two years, Fantasy has actually earned a lot of money for the company, and the pressure on the company's foreign debts has been greatly relieved. President Li simply waved his hand and rented a few floors in a building near the city center, and moved the company. In the past, this will not only reduce commuting time, but also facilitate the exchanges between Fantasy and major TV stations and peers.Of course, President Li also rented a more spacious apartment with stricter security for Fantasy.

Xiao Huaike also liked to mention a luxurious personal studio. After finally assembling all the music equipment that day, Xiao Huaike called Zhang Muqing first and asked him to come over alone.

To say that this studio is luxurious, it is first reflected in the security door.The old studio still needs to be opened with a big golden key, and the door of the new studio is directly upgraded. There are two unlocking methods of fingerprint and face recognition, and the sound insulation effect is also excellent.

As soon as Zhang Muqing arrived, Xiao Huaike took him to enter the fingerprint and face data.Zhang Muqing turned her head towards the box, blinked her eyes and opened her mouth again. After tinkering for a long time, the female voice in the machine kept ringing:

"Recognition failed."

"Please put the face into the specified box."

"Trespassing."

Zhang Muqing: ...

"Why, am I not human? Why can't I recognize such a handsome face?"

"Hmm... Maybe he's too handsome. According to that sentence, this face should only exist in the sky, so how often do you see it in the world?"

"Can't you use your fingerprint to open it, or don't swipe your face."

"..." Xiao Huaike paused, did not follow his words, but concentrated on resetting the system, and then said softly: "If I go abroad in the future, I must lock the studio before I leave. You... …If you are in China, if you want to come here, you have to unlock it with your fingerprint and face."

"You're not here, what am I doing here?"

Xiao Huaike didn't answer, and gave Zhang Muqing a place to go up to brush his face again. When he heard the sound indicating that the recording was successful, Zhang Muqing unlocked it, and entered the studio with him one after the other.

This studio is indeed quite spacious, and a small room has been set up for recording. A row of lavender fabric sofas are attached to the two walls, and a huge fantasy poster is hung on the wall. There is also a cello standing on the other wall, and an antique table is specially placed next to it, with a guqin on it.

Zhang Muqing found the Guqin all at once, walked over and hooked a certain string: "You bought it for me."

This Qin was a birthday present from Xiao Huaike, and he bought it all the way from J country.

"If you want to play in the future, just come to the studio directly."

Xiao Huaike stood by the sofa and tidied up. While responding to the words, she rolled up a small blanket on the sofa at will, and was about to put it in the locker. When Zhang Muqing saw it, she came over to pick it up, and folded the blanket. It's flat, square and square.

"Are you still preparing blankets? Are you planning to stay in the studio in the future and not go back to the dormitory?"

"It's for you."

"Me?" Zhang Muqing was puzzled.

"If you stay here overnight, shouldn't it be used to cover you?"

Zhang Muqing couldn't help laughing: "Who said I'm going to spend the night here?"

"...I will write songs here in the future, won't you accompany me?"

"Hearing what you said, it seems that you dislike me for coming to quarrel with you."

"...If I think you are noisy, I will prepare a blanket for you?"

"Haha, then you want me to accompany you?"

Xiao Huaike pretended to be selectively deaf, then walked to the desk with a guilty conscience and sat down, shaking the mouse but not even turning on the computer.

Seeing that his ears were red, Zhang Muqing's heart softened, and she decided to stop, otherwise Xiao Huaike would be stimulated, so that no one could suppress anyone.

The company's relocation ended smoothly, and all the staff came out for dinner together. Zhang Muqing pulled Xiao Huaike and whispered that he wanted to go with him to pick out new furniture and decorate their room.

Unexpectedly, Cui Xuanyue heard all these words: "Hey! You haven't moved in yet, how do you know that you are still living together this time?"

If Cui Xuanyue hadn't mentioned it, Xiao Huaike would have really forgotten the rule of drawing lots to determine roommates——

This rule was originally set because everyone was reluctant to share a room with Zhang Li, so they simply left it to the heavens to decide, luck or misfortune are all their own luck, and there should be no complaints.

Xiao Huaike coughed tactically.

"Why don't we decide now?" Zhang Muqing said.

"No no, change the game this time!" Cui Xuanyue smiled meanly, "Brother Yang said that the size of the new apartment is not uniform, I think it's better to wait for us to move in and choose rooms one by one. Stay."

Members: "..."

An Chenxing said: "I would like to free up the space of Eleven in the living room."

Cui Xuanyue: "What are you using it for?"

Answer: "I will make a floor for you."

"Hahahahahaha..."

After all, the members still couldn't hold back, and laughed at Cui Xuanyue fiercely, and the central figure of the topic—Mr. Cui Xuanyue, was running around An Chenxing at the moment:

"Ah! An Chenxing, am I not your favorite brother?!"

"Big brother is my favorite brother."

Zhang Muqing, who was busy watching the play, was suddenly choked by this sentence, and just about to say "housework, don't pull me in", unexpectedly, Xiao Huaike who was on the side spoke first:

"Who said it?"

Everyone: "Yo~" imitating Xiao Huaike's tone again, "Who are you talking about~"

Xiao Huaike coughed tactically again, and gave Zhang Muqing a look of resentment:

You are the one who smiles the most.

Zhang Muqing: Just a little bit!

He also said, "Okay, no matter what you choose, anyway, don't make Xiao Huaike's idea."

"It's not up to us to decide, let's see if you have that fate!" Hao Jun held down Cui Xuanyue who had burst away, and pulled him back.

Zhang Muqing said: "Then it's okay if we don't put the two of us in the election?"

"No."

So, Sun Haojun got a warning from Zhang Muqing's "gentle" eyes.

Xiao Huaike glanced at Zhang Muqing, and with a heartbeat, he changed into a business-like and righteous look: "Okay, everyone participates, and we will do as Brother Xuanyue said. Let's take care of the furniture, who wants to be together?"

Zhang Muqing was furious, did this kid not understand his thoughts, or did he do it on purpose? !

Before Zhang Muqing opened his mouth to fight back, all the members were like children in the kindergarten, calling me, me, me, and me, while raising their hands high.

Xiao Huaike raised her eyebrows, and gave Zhang Muqing a look.

Zhang Muqing:? ? ?

Xiao Huaike: ...

Zhang Muqing had a flash of inspiration, and when the members were still chirping, he and Xiao Huaike had secretly hooked each other's little fingers, and ran away tacitly.

The members saw a black shadow flash in front of them, and the two who were talking to them just now ran away in the blink of an eye.

"Yeah! Where are you going?"

"What? You two escaped again?!"

"Brother Yang has three seconds to reach the battlefield!"

"Remember to come back early! I won't help you! Hey! At least wear a hat!"

Zhang Muqing and Xiao Huaike, who ran far away, held hands and waved the other hand to them at the same time:

"goodbye!"