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The big show will officially start at nine o'clock that night. Ji Mingchen was taken backstage to put on his make-up after not staying for long. Afraid that he might have another accident, Ah Zhou hurriedly followed him.

Ge Chuyun stood alone on the balcony of the hotel room for a while. Even before it was time to celebrate, his tense nerves stopped working early and became limp.

The last time he was so relaxed seemed to be a long time ago, even the phone on the window sill rang a lot, but he ignored it.

It's just that he didn't expect that the moment of relaxation would be so short, and the briefness and the next man-made disaster were almost seamlessly connected.

Excited by the tireless ringing, Ge Chuyun walked over impatiently and picked up the phone. Seeing the familiar three-character note of your father on it, he couldn't help but frown even more.

"Hello? What's the matter?"

"RV? Flat tire!?"

When Ge Chuyun drove the rented mountain bike and picked up the second elder at two and a half o'clock, the two were neatly dressed but couldn't hide their awkwardness. Ge Jianhua was still laughing in the back seat after getting into the car Toothless, talking about it with great interest, it was so exciting just now that I almost fell into the ditch.

Ge Chuyun drove with a gloomy face, until he was annoyed by his noise, and then he turned his head and shouted, "Is it so difficult to book a ticket? Do you have to make trouble for me? Dr. Zhao, you are such a rational person, Why are you driving around with him? You still drive a RV at a very old age, can you get a driver's license?"

"I..." was yelled at by his son unexpectedly, and Mr. Ge obviously lost his interest. He froze for a while and didn't speak for a long time. His drooping eyebrows made him look a little aggrieved.

But after a while, the two gray eyebrows stood up, "Didn't you just come and pick me up, as for it! I don't think you think it's troublesome to pick me up, it's because you are more capable now, and start to put I take it as..."

Before he could finish the second half of his sentence, Doctor Zhao beside him pinned the back of his hand.

"Don't shout, just talk."

This sentence was not loud enough that even Ge Chuyun, who was sitting in front of him, could not hear clearly, but he was able to press the mute button for Old Man Ge's mouth in time, so that the rest of the hurtful words were blocked in his mouth in advance.

"Your father said that he wanted to be young again while his legs were still sharp. He never had the time before. This time, I just had the opportunity. I kept measuring his indicators on the way. It was quite normal, but I didn't expect it to happen. That kind of accident will trouble you." Dr. Zhao poked his head slightly into the gap between the two seats, so that his voice could reach Ge Chuyun more clearly.

She has been Ge Jianhua's accompanying doctor for almost ten years, and it is quite a headache for the old man's awkwardness.

Before Ge Chuyun came, he was still scolding himself with a sad face. Obviously, the child was so busy with work, and he, as a father, had nothing serious to do. If he couldn't help, he would just cause trouble.

After seeing Ge Chuyun, he didn't mention a word about his state of mind just now, and began to concentrate on selling his poor humor, as if thinking that as long as the thrilling accidents were described vividly and interestingly enough, it would make people less worrying same.

Gentle people speak gentle words, and gentle words extinguish their anger. Ge Chuyun's voice involuntarily lowered to the same volume as Dr. Zhao, and his frowning brows gradually relaxed, "It's not troublesome. It’s just that long-distance travel is too dangerous, not as safe as flying.”

"Listen?" Dr. Zhao patted the back of Mr. Ge's hand again, and said with a coaxing smile, "Your son is also worried about you, not because he thinks you are troublesome. You guys, even outside, package the ugly words in a pleasant way." , but tried every means to speak harsh words to his family, putting the cart before the horse."

Dr. Zhao shut up after he finished speaking. She didn't know whether the father and son listened to her words, but she knew that this kind of bad habit that had been practiced for many years might not be changed.

The three of them were speechless all the way, just watching the scenery outside the car window being gradually lowered in brightness, and the starlight ignited from the deep blue.

Ge Chuyun drove faster on the way back than when he came. Seeing that the time was getting tighter, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the opening.

The organizer arranged for them to be in a row directly opposite the runway, which was an excellent view for the media.

For Ji Mingchen, that was also the first place he saw when he came on stage.

As soon as we entered the venue, the lights were turned off immediately, leaving only a few candles hanging on the wall to set off the atmosphere. The sound is low and humming.

"Ming Chen will take the lead today." After sitting down, Ge Chuyun gently said to Dr. Zhao through the old man's back.

Dr. Zhao smiled when she heard the words. She didn't really understand the general content of their work, but when she thought of seeing her grandson on such a brilliant runway, she couldn't help being very happy.

The sound of bells and drums suddenly sounded intensively for a while, instantly suppressing the faint whispers of whispers in the crowd, but soon the drums stopped, and then there was a deathly silence in the venue.

Suddenly, an unknown sigh broke the silence at this moment, and at the end of the stage, smoke lingered and dispersed.

The drums sounded again, accompanied by ups and downs of scripture music, and a hearty female voice sang ancient scriptures softly under the accompanying music.

The candlelight trembled faintly, as if celebrating. It took only such a short time to transmit everything on the scene to the ancient Indian era in the Jiayin Year.

Ge Chuyun felt that his ears were broken, as if he couldn't hear any music at the scene, his ears seemed to be blocked by the silver bell that didn't know whether it existed.

The voice seemed to have changed, and it began to spread from far to near, and gradually became clearer, stepping on the drumbeat one after another, rushing forward, and the chest also tightened unconsciously, as if a silver bell was stepping on it. It's not the drumbeat, but his heart.

coming out.

He subconsciously straightened his back, unscrewed the pen vigorously with his fingertips, thinking that he would write down a few key words in the roster later, and save it for writing at night, but he didn't know whether it was because of too much energy or a slippery hand. The pen cap rolled to the ground.

He didn't have eyes to pick it up, and the center of his sight was all focused on the cloud of smoke that was blown out.

In the blink of an eye, someone walked towards the lingering smoke, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

Ge Chuyun saw at a glance a pair of copper coin strings with bells and bells on the bare ankles, swinging as the body moved forward.

Where is there any silver bell ringing?

I'm afraid he wasn't possessed by himself.