20 years of restarting life

Chapter 616 Dongda Guitar Club

In the morning break between song practice with Jingxiu, Zhao Changan called Sun Xingyong.

Only then did I know that he had returned to Pearl last night, and Dang Chenying from the propaganda department of the Pearl Student Union was in charge of the affairs here.

"What's the matter? It's necessary for me to contact Dang Chenying; or I'll talk to there first, and you can go to her later."

"It's nothing, just asking when you will go back, thinking about driving my car back."

"If you didn't tell me earlier, I would have bought a stand-by ticket when I came back by train. How about I find a parking place for you, and you can drive there after the commercial performance. The car is absolutely safe in the compound of the Jinling police family area. "

"No need, I'll find another strong man to drive back."

The two chatted for a while, and Zhao Changan hung up the phone.

Talking about a car is just a rhetoric. In fact, I want a ticket.

His car has already found someone to drive back to.

The reason why Zhao Changan took the car this time was that there were several buses going west along the river, but he didn't expect that the South Jiangsu Federation of Students would be so interested in letting them take a boat to Jianghan and enjoy the scenery along the river.

When Lu Feifei came back from Cape Town this time, her car was still in Mingzhu.

Zhao Changan has already agreed with her to give her the car keys tonight and ask her to help drive back to Mingzhu tomorrow.

Zhao Changan held the phone and thought about it.

Chu Yourong, and Dang Chenying, whom he didn't know, seemed to be not the best choices to get a good ticket.

But other than that, he really couldn't think of a suitable person.

"Try playing with Chen Dong. His guitar playing and singing are very famous in the Yangtze River Delta university circle. I heard that he is a very good person. He and Pan Gao have known each other before."

Jingxiu was also thinking hard for Zhao Changan and making suggestions.

"Okay, I'll try."

Zhao Chang'an actually didn't have too much hope, but since Jingxiu said, he has to try if it works.

Finding Chen Dong's paging number saved yesterday, Zhao Changan dialed the paging station and left a message: "Zhao Changan, call back as soon as you see it."

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Chen Dong's premiere performance tonight was cancelled, and Nie Li, the president of the student union of Dongda University, who was in charge of the performance, persuaded him to show the host's spirit and be courteous first.

At this time, I was sleeping depressed in the dormitory.

After receiving the message, he immediately called out with the IP phone in the dormitory.

"Zhao Chang'an, you can sing 'Existence' tonight, and I will sing it again at Anhui Normal University tomorrow night; alas, I was still playing it with my brothers yesterday. What's wrong with three guitar solos at a party, the three capitals are,"

Chen Dong over there suddenly thought that if he said 'what's the matter with the three capitals being your song', it would very likely arouse Zhao Chang'an's opinion on Dongda.

He quickly changed his tune and said, "Why can't you play the guitar? If I were to say that the whole show was performed by people, it would be too monotonous!"

On the other side of the phone, Zhao Changan felt a little regretful when he heard Chen Dong's emotions, but it seemed to be okay, because he could still use small complaints to make fun of.

"Help me two favors. Can you get me two tickets, the location is better, and I want to copy some materials, can you find me a cleaner copy room, and I will copy by myself."

"no problem!"

Chen Dong over there answered so simply that Zhao Chang'an couldn't help but give him a high look.

It is not in vain that Jingxiu praises him so much, he is indeed a straightforward character.

At noon, Zhao Changan and Jing Xiu had a simple working meal in the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, and then they met with Chen Dong at the Dongda Guitar Society at 01:30 noon.

Chen Dong pushed open the creaking and piercing "big mansion door" like an old-fashioned heavy wooden door hundreds of years ago, revealing the messy hall behind the door.

"Your decoration has a visual sense of quaint postmodernism and Trusu style. This uncoordinated blend really shocks people's brain and visual nerves."

I visited their site, took two tickets for good seats, and needed to use their photocopier.

Zhao Changan was short-staffed, and he really had nothing to praise for the Guitar Club of Dongda University, which was messily decorated in his opinion.

I had no choice but to talk empty words, and combined ancient simplicity, postmodernism and Trusu, these three completely irrelevant things together abruptly.

"You can also see that there is a combination of postmodernism and Trusu style in it? At that time, I tried my best to make a decision on the decoration."

Chen Dong suddenly felt a bosom friend, and blushed with joy and said: "But when they came from the art club and the music club and the dance club, they all belittled this style to nothing. Especially this door, I come from a school in Jiangbei. It came from the demolition of the Zhuangyuan building, they have been trying to oil it, but I stopped it, what they want is this kind of noise, this kind of force to push the door, if there is no noise, I don’t have the energy to push the door.”

"It's obviously unrealistic to say that they don't appreciate it; but the reality is that they are jealous and unwilling to admit that their studio is inferior to your academy."

Zhao Changan continued to talk nonsense, anyway, it was only the three of them now.

"Yep!"

Chen Dong nodded excitedly.

Zhao Changan handed him a cigarette, and turned on the copier: "I want to make four copies, and it will take an hour."

"You copy, the copy paper is in that cabinet, use it casually, I'll go to Pan Gao to communicate; you can just lock the door when you're done."

Chen Dong looked at the thick 4A paper document that Zhao Changan took out from his backpack.

Knowing this 'one hour' is the most conservative estimate.

In order to save money, there are only electric fans in the Guitar Club. Although it is not unbearable, it is indeed hot at noon.

Moreover, there is a man and a woman, handsome and pretty. Last year in the Muyan Riverside Scenic Area, in front of thousands of people and the TV station's video, Zhao Changan lifted Jingxiu's long hair around her ear, and gave it to her with a red band. She wears a ponytail.

There is also the phrase "I once thought about being too sentimental to damage the holy life, but I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain".

Among all the college students in Jinling City, which one doesn't know, and which fool would think that the two of them are not lovers?

It's better not to be a light bulb here, so as not to be annoying.

It's better to go to the school hotel to find Pan Gao to brag about, and just use the air conditioner.

"I won't sleep there at night, you might as well live in the same room with Pan Gao, and go directly to Wuhu tomorrow morning, saving you from having to go so far to gather in front of the hotel building."

Zhao Chang'an's very ordinary words immediately greeted Chen Dong's infinite admiration; they all slept together openly, what a blessing, people are more angry than others.

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"This buddy is interesting. It's commendable that the members of their club haven't been made crazy by him."

Seeing Chen Dong leave, Zhao Changan wanted to laugh when he looked at the decoration style inside, as well as the thick door with bronze ring and nose carved in Ming and Qing Dynasties.

It's very interesting.

"Everyone who plays music has such an unreasonable madness, especially the higher the level, the more obsessed."

Jing Xiu also smiled, but her smile was pure, not as wretched as Zhao Changan's, full of understanding and size.

"Did you pull him up high?"

Seeing Jingxiu's clear eyes and his small mouth admiring a man of the same age so much, Zhao Chang'an couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart.

(End of this chapter)