She Came To My Concert

The coolness of the autumn night came quietly, and a few sparse stars flickered.

This night, Zhu Wenshu slept very comfortably.

When I woke up, the sky was already bright.

It was a rare leisure, she got up slowly from bed, took advantage of the good weather, turned on the stereo and played "New Singing of Ancient Chinese Poems in Primary School", did a big cleaning, and even took off the bed sheet and quilt cover to wash.

The trivial things are endless, and after Zhu Wenshu sorted out all the summer clothes and put them in the storage box, a morning has passed.

Staying at home until six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Wenshu finally changed out of his pajamas and was about to go out, but happened to meet Ying Fei coming in with a takeaway.

"Do you want to take a bite?"

Ying Fei asked.

Smelling the aroma of the small hot pot, Zhu Wenshu tried hard to resist the impulse, afraid that the big star would be unhappy if he was late.

"I just finished eating and I can't eat anymore."

"Ok."

Ying Fei opened the takeaway and found that there were two bottles of Coke inside, and asked again, "Do you want to drink Coke?"

Zhu Wenshu was changing shoes at the door and waved to her.

"I don't like carbonated drinks for a long time."

The address Ling Chen gave was a bit far away. It was in a newly developed industrial park in the suburbs, and the subway could not go directly there.

In addition, there is usually a bit of traffic jam at this time, Zhu Wenshu dare not delay.

The sunset glowed in the sky, the taxi drove smoothly, and Zhu Wenshu was drowsy in the sunset.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhu Wenshu was woken up by the sound of whistles one after another.

When she opened her eyes, she looked at the scene in front of the windshield in disbelief.

"What's the matter? Why is it blocked like this?"

"I do not know."

The driver also followed the flow and honked the horn a few times, only to pick up the phone when he saw that the traffic ahead was not moving at all.

There are already other drivers discussing this matter in his WeChat group, and there are hundreds of messages.

"Oh, there was a car accident ahead."

He turned his head and said to Zhu Wenshu, "It should be fine, it will be unblocked later."

Zhu Wenshu gave an "um" and said nothing.

Fortunately, she set off early today according to the time estimated by the navigation.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhu Wenshu saw that the traffic was still motionless, so he couldn't hold back.

"Master, how long do you think it will take to pass?"

"How would I know!"

The driver had already shifted to P gear, with his arm hanging out of the window, and said irritably, "I heard that someone was injured, and we have to wait for an ambulance. Even the ambulance can't come in right now."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

Seeing that it was already 6:40, Zhu Wenshu thought about it and sent Ling Chen a message first.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Sorry, I have a little situation here, and I may not be able to make it in time.

[Zhu Wenshu]: You are busy with your work.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Don't wait for me.

After a few minutes.

[c]: oh

The word "oh" suddenly magnified Zhu Wenshu's anxiety tenfold.

She opened the window to let the cold wind blow in, and when she was thinking about what to do, her phone vibrated a few more times.

She quickly opened WeChat, only to find that it was a colleague who was gossiping in a small group without a leader.

[Lin Qiuyuan]: Wow, look.

【Lin Qiuyuan】: [Picture]

[Lin Qiuyuan]: Some magazine officials publicly complained that Ye Shaoxing was late.

[Zhang Sisi]: Tsk, he's a famous magazine, I didn't expect him to be even bigger [狗头]

[Lin Qiuyuan]: The main reason is that Ye Shaoxing has always been a dedicated person, isn't he?

[He Yueqin]: Ah, yes, yes, it is said that she has a high fever of 40° and still insists on filming.

[Lin Qiuyuan]: But aren't they afraid of being rushed by Ye Shaoxing's fans?

[Zhang Sisi]: Do people rely on him, Ye Shaoxing, for food? Anyone who hasn't ordered yet loses his temper, and I have to show my face when I meet someone who is late, let alone a big-name magazine.

[He Yueqin]: Stop talking, last time there were seven parents in our class who were late. If it weren't for the fear of being complained, I really want them to stand at the door and not come in.

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

In the lively gossip, Zhu Wenshu's message seemed very out of place.

【Wishing Book】: [Cracked]

[Zhang Sisi]:?

[Lin Qiuyuan]: What's the matter with you?

[Zhu Wenshu]: It's okay...

Waiting like this is not an option, Zhu Wenshu opened the phone map, ready to see where the nearest subway station is.

Just after entering a few words, I suddenly remembered that I am now stuck on the viaduct.

If you get off here, you may not get on the subway, but you will get on the police car first.

Forget it, just wait.

The night fell amidst the traffic, and the taillights of the cars were adorned with stars.

But at Ling Chen's workplace, there is not much difference between night and day.

A boy with braided hair pushed open the door of the piano room, turned his head and looked around, only to see Ling Chen in black.

"Then we'll go back first."

Ling Chen was silent, just nodded.

Behind the braided head followed a group of men and women in strange clothes, all of whom were exhausted from lack of sleep.

"It's half past seven, you didn't sleep last night." Another short-haired girl said, "Go back early."

"Ok."

Ling Chen

Sitting in front of the piano, he glanced at the clock on the wall, then lowered his head, and slid his fingers across the keys, "I'll wait."

"OK, then don't stay too late."

This group of musicians are not very healthy, and it is common to turn day and night upside down. In addition to daily cooperation, Ling Chen will always set aside time for immersion alone after the end.