At this moment, the sky was very dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down.
Not long after, thunder roared and rain poured down.
In the sky above 10,000 meters, a plane from Beijing to Xiangjiang was speeding through Thunder.
Ge Qingqi looked worriedly at the lightning and thunder outside the window.
“The weather forecast is not accurate at all!”
The passenger next to him complained, then put on his headphones, took out a magazine from his backpack and started reading.
Ge Qingqi smiled, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the magazine cover in the passenger's hand.
She always felt that the character on the cover looked familiar, so she tilted her head to look at it again.
Soon, she exclaimed.
"My brother Sen?"
Ge Qingqi was shocked.
On the cover, there is a picture of Han Sen competing in the latest episode of "Xiangjiang Star". He is standing alone on the stage, which makes people's noses sore.
The passenger next to him noticed Ge Qingqi's look, glanced down at the cover, and said with a smile: "You like Han Sen too?"
"like!"
Ge Qingqi nodded and said hesitantly: "Can you let me take a look?"
"Take it!"
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome if you're a fellow-minded person."
Ge Qingqi felt as if he had found a treasure, holding the magazine carefully
Gradually, her beautiful eyes widened.
"Brother Sen went to the live broadcast room of Xiangjiang Music Radio's celebrity?"
"And sang a song? "Today Next Year"?"
"The boss of Weilai Entertainment poached my Brother Sen in public? Brother Sen still refused?"
"This this……"
Ge Qingqi was shocked.
You have only been away for a few days? Is Brother Sen so popular?
She carefully
Soon, I was attracted by the full text reports, and the more I read, the happier I became.
"Brother Sen is really going to show off!"
Ge Qingqi was so excited that he couldn't put it down after reading this magazine called "Xiangjiang Entertainment Notes".
If these reports are true...
Then the guilt in Ge Qingqi's heart may be alleviated.
She always felt that she was the one who harmed the Jinghong Band. If it weren't for herself, the Jinghong Band would not be on the verge of disbanding...
After a long time, after reading a full half-page report about Han Sen, Ge Qingqi reluctantly returned the magazine.
"I also like Han Sen very much. I have been playing his "Friendship in the Water" on a loop in the past few days."
The passenger next to him smiled and said: "I have always felt that the big show "Music Star" is half-dead. I didn't expect that after so many years, a good singer will come out of this show. I'm afraid it will be dead. Oh, by the way, last night he sang
Have you listened to his new song?"
He pointed to Han Sen on the cover of the magazine.
Ge Qingqi shook his head.
The passenger sighed: "I haven't heard it either, but it seems very good. The boss of a big company personally called and invited Han Sen to join. This is incredible. I don't know if Jinghong will be popular in the future, but Han Sen will definitely
It's so popular, it has so much potential..."
Ge Qingqi opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was one of the members of Jinghong Band, but seeing that the other party did not recognize him, he knew that he was Brother Sen's only fan and had nothing to do with him.
"Han Sen is indeed worthy of many people's love!"
Ge Qingqi said with a smile.
She thanked the other party again. Seeing that the other party seemed to be getting more and more biased as they talked, and seemed to be checking their household registration, she decisively ended the conversation and looked out the window again.
There, the dark clouds seemed to be parting.
A bunch of colorful sunshine interspersed among them, seeming to bring light to the whole world.
…
Sichuan and Chongqing Province, Rongcheng City.
Zhong Juntao packed pieces of clothing and daily necessities into his suitcase, but there were still a lot of scattered items that he couldn't put away, so he asked his colleagues in the same dormitory for a snakeskin bag and put everything in the snakeskin bag.
In the bag.
Then he picked it up and pushed the suitcase out of the staff dormitory.
"Juntao, do you really want to leave?"
Downstairs, several colleagues I had just met looked over and said, "You finally got this opportunity for youth training. It would be a pity to give up now."
"It's a pity indeed."
Zhong Juntao carried the snakeskin bag, raised his head, looked at them, and suddenly said with a smile: "But there are some things that I must complete and give an explanation to my brothers."
"Your brother? Is that Han Sen?"
"Friendship cannot be eaten for food!"
"Stop joking, Juntao, do you know how many people want this youth training spot? You can't even buy it with money!"
"Yes, if you go back to Xiangjiang now, there is no way out. Do you want to be a keyboard player all your life? If you learn the craft here, you will have the opportunity to become a five-star chef!"
"It's just that this step you took is too stupid!"
"Zhong Juntao, have you really made your decision? Your father specifically asked me to take care of you more. Your sudden departure now will be a big blow to him. After all, he spent a lot of effort to get you here."
The sound in my ears sounded like a dream.
But Zhong Juntao's expression remained as resolute as ever, and a simple and honest smile gradually appeared on his Chinese-character face: "Thank you, I know what to do, and I can finish the road I choose on my knees."
Its sound was like a loud bell, making everyone speechless.
Zhong Juntao once again picked up the snakeskin bag, pushed the suitcase, and gradually walked towards the sunset under everyone's attention.
"Brother Sen, wait for me!"
Looking at the figure walking slowly but unwaveringly.
Many colleagues opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end, they just watched Zhong Juntao leave in silence.
…
It's raining heavily tonight.
Falling on the wall and the ground, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.
Han Sen was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of rain, and began to think about the future.
if.
What should I do if I can't go on stage tomorrow?
Being bound by a contract, it is almost impossible to shine in this industry in a short period of time.
No matter in the film or music world, there seems to be no place for him.
Do we have to wait silently for five years and wait for the contract to be automatically terminated before starting again?
It would be too late!
The so-called thirty years old, he didn't want to wait until he was thirty years old to still be as poor as he is now.
He thought about selling songs to relieve his embarrassment, and thought about writing scripts in the hope of selling them for a good price.
But in the end I was still a little unwilling.
Everyone is selfish, and he is no exception.
He doesn't want to give good things to others, at least not to people who are not relatives.
He wants it all.
Because he knows that at this stage, only he can truly respect and perform these works well.
No one cares about something written by an unknown person.
That night, Han Sen had no sleep.
He thought a lot, pondered a lot, gradually figured out a general direction, and also had a vague guess about the outline of the future.
…
The next day, the sky was clear.
The much-anticipated semi-finals of "Hong Kong Star" have finally arrived.
Audiences began to line up to check in and enter the venue.
Backstage.
Director Xu Zongze inspected the scene and gradually walked to the lounge with the "Jinghong Band" nameplate.
He paused and opened the door, revealing darkness.
"not coming?"
he asked with a hint of regret.
"Not coming yet."
The manager behind him said nervously: "But I contacted Han Sen and he said he would be here soon!"
"Everyone?"
"Everyone!"
Xu Zongze suddenly felt happy.
He put his hands behind his back and whistled, feeling that his heels were floating a little when he walked.