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The band "Chestnut Whispers" was on the road show at the Wenchuang Street Square. Jiang Chengyue had met the drummer of their band at the Juice Music Festival before, and they had a few chats at that time.

"Jiang Chengyue! Why can I still see you here?" The drummer called him, "Come and try folk songs? Many bands want to borrow you, come play with us?"

Before Jiang Chengyue came to this city, he was the drummer of the folk band "Yuzu Bingxue". After forming Mengbai, the songs composed by the band were all rock and roll, and he hadn't touched folk songs for a long time.

Lu Xu seemed to be still looking at the fabrics in the exhibition hall. When tasting the fabrics, he looked serious and serious, as if no one was there, and he must have completely forgotten him long ago.

If she likes cloth so much, why not spend the rest of her life with cloth, Jiang Chengyue thought.

"May I try?" Jiang Chengyue caught the drum stick flying over from the air, tried the feel of it, and sat down.

Lu Xu stood by the booth selling small kits, watching Jiang Chengyue sit down on the drum stool from a distance, and unhesitatingly picked up the rhythm of the folk band, seeming to have forgotten the small kits he just bought. It's in the back of my head, I won't come to take it again, this is a typical child's temperament.

Lu Xu felt that he should be happy, but he was more than melancholy than excited, so he took a deep breath of the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in the air in September, and lowered his eyes to hide the dense dark clouds in his eyes.

If you like playing drums so much, why don't you spend the rest of your life playing drums, Lu Xu thought.

Lu Xu turned around and went back to the Fabric Museum on Wenchuang Street.

Lizi sang the first song of the band in a whisper, and at the request of Jiang Chengyue, sang the song of Yuzu Bingxue, who had already disbanded——

[In the unawakened dream of Kuanzhai Alley, the morning light of Daocheng. ]

[The corners of the white clothes fly over the feelings. ]

[The staves remember the right and wrong questions for guessing, choose right and wrong, and you can't guess your little thoughts. ]

Some passers-by understand folk songs and can stop to comment on them, while others who don't understand cast curious eyes on them.

"You Yuzi's song is really well written, but it's a pity that the team broke up." The drummer who whispered in Lizi said enviously, "You were still a group of high school students at that time, but there were stories in the lyrics."

"But all bands are like this." He added, "So many people from different situations get together, and it is a blessing to leave one or two amazing performances. In the end, there are very few bands that can persevere."

Jiang Chengyue knew this very well.

Because of playing music by herself, Jiang Chengyue has seen too many bands that break up, some because of studies, some because of family, and some just because of internal member conflicts.

They are all like flowers, blooming and withering every year. Others only know that there are new songs to listen to and new people to watch every once in a while. Only he still remembers the names of those bands.

"Don't be sad." Lizi whispered to the drummer, "It's not just the band, except for the people who can get together in the end, who doesn't get together and break up with whom?"

Jiang Chengyue wandered out from the crowd watching the band's road show, walked to the little girl selling things, and stretched out her hand: "Give it to me."

The little girl hesitated to speak, and finally handed Jiang Chengyue the little kit with Yingluo tied in her hand.

"Thank you." Jiang Chengyue smiled at her, turned around and waited for Lu Xu at the door of the fabric exhibition hall.

The songs of many folk bands always have a bit of youthful melancholy, which Jiang Chengyue didn't understand before, but today the drummer who listened to Lizi whispered a few words, feeling a little depressed for unknown reasons.

He absently pinched the small toy in his hand and rubbed something hard. He remembered that the little girl had said just now that this was something to test the marriage, and it contained the surname of the destined person.

Jiang Chengyue spat at herself in her heart, he was out of his mind, and would spend huge sums of money to buy such flickering and useless things, and only fools would believe in such things.

Holding her fingers, Jiang Chengyue leisurely took out a small wooden sign from the bag, pinched it with her thumb and forefinger, and when the wind blew, the small wooden sign turned half a circle, revealing the rough lettering on it——

"road".

Jiang Chengyue loosened his hand, and the small wooden sign fell on his lap.His heart was beating like a drum, and for a moment he felt that there was a berry garden in his heart. A group of sika deer lined up and broke into his yard one by one, making a mess of the berries, and the bright red and sweet juice was all over the antlers.

Xiaolu crashed into his heart, Yoyo Luming, seemed to be talking to him, Jiang Chengyue couldn't possibly be a straight man.

Something, it's not the IQ tax, it's him being abrupt.

Familiar footsteps and voices came from behind him, Jiang Chengyue turned his wrist, and held the small wooden sign engraved with the word "Road" tightly in the palm of his hand, hiding all the traces, so that Lu Xu could not see it.

Lu Xu went out and walked around, and then went back to the exhibition hall, he didn't see anything, no matter how good the fabric was, he couldn't catch his eyes, only the black polo shirt that Jiang Chengyue suddenly put on today was in his mind.

At that time, he thought it was an eyesore, but now that he thought about it again, he painted the logo on the clothes himself, and his mood miraculously calmed down again.

When Lu Xu came out of the exhibition hall, the first thing he saw was Jiang Chengyue, who was reclining on a chair, bored. Looking further away, the little girl selling things just now was no longer there.

I don't want to go in to watch the exhibition with him, and I seem to have forgotten to pick up the things I bought.

Jiang Chengyue called "Brother Lu", but Lu Xu ignored him, and just stared firmly at the panda doll hanging on his schoolbag.

Looks like he's trying to wring the head off of his panda toy.

"Shall we go home?" Jiang Chengyue squeezed the word "road" in his pocket.

"Let's go." Lu Xu said.

"Brother Lu?" Jiang Chengyue sat in the car and flipped through her schoolbag, "Have you seen my water glass recently?"

Lu Xu didn't talk to him, but just glanced at him sideways.

Jiang Chengyue took this water glass to school for military training a few days ago, and he accidentally broke it. He planned to throw it away and put it next to the trash can, but he never saw it again.

Forget it, Designer Lu doesn't stick his fingers in the sun, so it's impossible to pay attention to his trivial matters, and how can he know where his cup is.

It's a no-brainer to ask.

Sure enough, Lu Xu ignored him at all, and the hands of NancyDeer's recent high-end orders never stopped.

At times like this, Jiang Chengyue felt that there was probably a transparent high wall between himself and Lu Xu's world. He could see Lu Xu's every move, but he couldn't break into Lu Xu's life.

"This is for you." Lu Xu threw a water glass over, "When I went to Germany, a painter gave it to you. You should use this first."

The water glass fell on Jiang Chengyue's lap, and an invisible high wall between the two of them seemed to be smashed so easily.

Jiang Chengyue's neatly trimmed nails made a crescent-shaped mark on the small wooden sign in his pocket. He stretched out his hand to hold the water glass thrown by Lu Xu, and leaned his head against the car window. Lu Xu couldn't see it. place, secretly laughed, and then lowered his head to send a message to Meng Zhe.

[Bamboo shoots]: I didn't say what I said before.How can I be straight.

Meng Zhe rolled his eyes back.

NancyDeer's official website needs to launch a new batch of seasonal limited editions at home and abroad recently. The master plan was made by a fashion boutique in New York. Take it out to Lu Xu for confirmation.

"Except for the two newcomers, the models are still the ones we have been working with." Wang Xue saw that Lu Xu's gaze had been fixed on the photography plan, and explained, "Photography is our chief photography license from Nancy, and Several foreign teachers will complete it."

"Permission." Lu Xu repeated the name.

Wang Xue: "Huh?" After working with Photographer Xu for so long, this is the first time you know his name.

With the pen in Lu Xu's hand, he made a faint stroke under the line of the photography team: "Let's write him with an English name, so that it looks neat."

"Oh, fine." Assistant Wang left, feeling that Lu Xu was quite serious.

Lu Xu corrected the "small deficiency" in the plan, sat on the chair in the office with peace of mind, picked up the blue cup, and took a sip of black coffee.

In the past two days, Jiang Chengyue was busy with his studies while doing military training. He spent a lot of time on campus. Lu Xu worked late every day before he could hear the sound of the door opening quietly in the yard.

At the student activity center on the campus of D University, Jiang Chengyue put down the blue plastic coffee cup in his hand. The black coffee tasted slightly bitter and mellow. Jiang Chengyue liked this taste very much recently.

He had just finished his military training, changed his clothes, and sat in the school's club activity room where he played the band, listening to the seniors wearing glasses playing the basic rhythm.

The senior is from the Academy of Fine Arts, his surname is Xu, and he wears quite high prescription glasses.

"Do you want to teach you?" The senior saw that he came here often, and every time he watched intently, he asked friendlyly, "This is very simple."

"He doesn't need you to teach him. He has officially performed in livehouses and music festivals, and his own album is also in preparation." Senior sister Fu Youran pushed the door in. "This is the elementary school boy I told you earlier, Jiang Chengyue, Mengbai's drummer, I'm here to get some things, and I'm going to study abroad, and my juniors can come over more to play in the future."

"I just played early." Jiang Chengyue said.

Drummers are arrogant in their bones, and no one is convinced, but this does not affect the exchange of drumming skills between them.

"I added flowers to this section, which is a different style." Jiang Chengyue took the drumsticks and gave a demonstration, "I think it will be more contagious, and the rhythm will also move people more."

"Student, you are really good." The senior pushed down his glasses and said, "You play drums well, and your clothes are not bad."

Fu Youran, the senior who was sorting her things aside, turned her head to look at Jiang Chengyue, but just smiled and said nothing.

The moment Jiang Chengyue heard these words, she froze in place.

Are the clothes good...?

No one has ever said that his clothes are good, but people often say that he wears clothes indiscriminately, that he wasted a good-looking face, especially Lu Xu, who said the most.

He just discovered recently that wearing clothes is like writing a mathematical formula. Based on personal aesthetics, different items are added together to get a final score. This score can be summarized as clothing or the recognition of the fashion industry.

Jiang Chengyue didn't know how to get a high score, and he never wanted other people's approval. Recently, he just quietly copied a lot of Lu Xu's matching formulas, like a student who secretly copied homework. That person came a little closer, only to accidentally get an unexpectedly high score.

Lu Xu finally discovered the problem——

Since the beginning of university, Jiang Chengyue's

The clothes suddenly became more advanced, whether it was the color or the matching of the style, it was very suitable for him, and he was no longer the ugly boy he was before.

What he couldn't bear the most before was Jiang Chengyue's disorganized and unaesthetic outfits every day, and he wanted to teach Jiang Chengyue piece by piece.

But now, Jiang Chengyue learned without a teacher, but he couldn't be happier.

This unhappiness, like a lead wire, was cut shorter and shorter by Lu Xu, until today, Lu Xu asked the driver to drive to the school gate to wait for Jiang Chengyue. Jiang Chengyue, who was surrounded in the middle, didn't know what he was talking to Jiang Chengyue.

Jiang Chengyue's taste in dressing suddenly changed as to what was in college.

Jiang Chengyue wore a soft black vest jacket over a long white shirt, and the trousers of the paratrooper trousers were tucked into short boots. The clothes that add up to only 200 yuan, Jiang Chengyue wore a big-name temperament.

Lu Xu suddenly hated the word "the stars hold the moon".

So, a little spark finally landed on the lead.

So that day——

Mengbai had previously accepted the opening performance of a show, and she will be on stage soon. Jiang Chengyue is preparing the clothes to be worn that day in advance.

But he looked through the "homework" in his mind, but he couldn't find anything to copy on this occasion, so he asked Lu Xu for help.

"It's simple, I'll do this kind of thing." Lu Xu stood up, and skillfully opened Jiang Chengyue's half of the wardrobe, "I'll build you one that will amaze the audience."

"It's fine as long as it's suitable. It doesn't need to be too much trouble." Jiang Chengyue said, "No need to be too exaggerated."

"Wear it." Lu Xu picked out the clothes in just half a minute.

A high-saturation blue top, high-saturation green pants, and a red hat.

Jiang Chengyue took a step back reluctantly.