She Came To My Concert

The two arrived after walking for more than ten minutes. Although the vision was blurred, there were only a few cars parked on the huge ground, so it was very convenient to find the target.

After a few steps away, Ling Chen pressed the unlock button on the car key.

Zhu Wenshu quickened his pace, ran to open the car door, leaned in, and found his mobile phone on the car seat.

She just bent down and picked up the phone, and quickly opened it to look at it.

Fortunately, there was nothing urgent, only a few parents left her messages about homework.

Zhu Wenshu quickly browsed through and confirmed that there was no news that needed an immediate reply, then slowly exited the carriage, straightened up and turned around——

The evening wind blew her long hair and brushed Ling Chen's cheek which was close at hand.

The moment he blinked, Zhu Wenshu took a step back in a panic, leaning his back against the door frame.

She didn't know that Ling Chen was so close. If she had turned around faster just now, she would have almost crashed into his arms.

Thinking of this, she stared at Ling Chen in front of her, and her heart beat suddenly.

The street lamp above his head flickered on and off, making Chen feel that the strand of hair brushed his Adam's apple, making it a little itchy.

He turned his face away, followed the tiny flying insects in the beam of light and floated up into the sky, without saying a word.

Didn't move either.

Trapped by his body in this small space, Zhu Wenshu raised his head and asked, "Then I'll go back first?"

"Ok."

Ling Chen took a step back when he heard the words, but shook the car key in his hand, "Then I'll see you off?"

Where does this fit.

Zhu Wenshu shook his head immediately: "No need, there are so many people waiting for you."

"Oh, okay."

Ling Chen didn't insist, and after Zhu Wenshu closed the car door, he also locked it.

The two of them didn't speak as they turned around and left the parking lot.

On the way, she received a message from her high school classmate Zhong Ya.

[Zhong Ya]: Speaking of Xu Guangliang getting married next week, what kind of gift is appropriate for us?

[Zhu Wenshu]: I actually didn't think about it... How much did you usually follow?

[Zhong Ya]: This is also the first time for me to attend my classmate's wedding, and I don't know what to do.

[Zhong Ya]: If you give too much, I feel heartbroken, but if you give too little, I'm afraid it won't be suitable.

[Zhong Ya]: Ask other people how they plan, alas, I thought you had an idea.

Zhu Wenshu also struggled with this issue.

Xu Guangliang is one of the few high school classmates they still have contact with, but he is not a particularly good friend, but he has a very active personality and can get along with anyone.

So three months ago, he sent a wedding invitation, Zhu Wenshu saw that it was Saturday, and agreed to attend.

It's just that the good times are approaching, and she has no experience, so she doesn't know how much red envelopes to give.

As for asking other students...

Zhu Wenshu thought of the person beside him, and suddenly glanced at him.

"Xu Guangliang is getting married next week, have you been invited?"

Ling Chen raised his eyes suddenly, a little astonished.

It's just that Zhu Wenshu didn't know if his astonishment was because Xu Guangliang was getting married, or if he couldn't remember this person at all.

Ling Chen: "No."

"Oh……"

Zhu Wenshu was a little surprised at first.

After all, in her impression, Xu Guangliang was also a key household in the back row of the classroom. He seemed to have been at the same table with Ling Chen for a while, and he was the only one who got closer to him.

So she thought that with Xu Guangliang's character, Ling Chen should be invited.

But after thinking about it, no matter how active Xu Guangliang is, he is still an adult, with the thinking of a normal person——

When a classmate of yours who was not particularly good became a big star, after a few years, you kept inviting people to the wedding.

Somewhat a bit hard taste.

Anyway, she couldn't do it for Zhu Wenshu.

It's just a little embarrassing to talk about this kind of thing in front of Ling Chen himself.

She made up for it in a low voice: "Actually, there are not many classmates who are still in contact. There are only a few people who are free, and they can't even make up a table."

After sending Zhu Wenshu to the door and taking a taxi, Ling Chen took a picture of the license plate number.

On the way back to the piano room, he held his phone, his thoughts fluttering with the night wind.

Suddenly, he opened that long-useless QQ again.

After searching the name of "Xu Guangliang", a contact popped up.

Opening the dialog box, Ling Chen was stunned, and actually sent him a message.

two years ago.

[Xu Guangliang]: Are you there?

Scrolling up, there is still a record four years ago.

Xu Guangliang sent him a screenshot, which was an entertainment blogger's blog post. Someone anonymously contributed it, claiming to be Ling Chen's high school classmate, and said a lot of bad things about him.

Xu Guangliang appeared on the stage in a tuba, posted his graduation certificate to prove that he was Ling Chen's classmate, and then spit out sweet and witty words and scolded the contributor for more than a hundred words, and then concluded: Don't fucking use the Internet as a holy place for rumors , Lingchen was a very good person in high school, don't let me know who you are!

It's a pity that his comment was drowned in the scolding at the time, and there were only one or two praises.

Below this screenshot, he also said something.

[Xu Guangliang]: Lingchen, you can rest assured! Brother will always support you!

Going forward, it was the record five years ago, when Ling Chen had just debuted.

[Xu Guangliang]: You're awesome! didn't think

So you still have this talent? Let me tell you, damn it, I sign up to sing at every campus art festival, you didn't secretly laugh at me, did you?