This star is from the earth

The subway car after 5 o'clock in the evening should have been occupied by off-duty white-collar workers, but today is obviously a special situation.

Subway trains passed by one after another, and each section was full of fanatical young people. Some of them are dressed in fashion, some in ordinary clothes, some simply wear school uniforms, and some take great pains to wear bright headbands on their heads and hold fluorescent sticks that have not yet turned on...

They talked excitedly and laughed. The breath of youth is vigorous and exuberant, attracting attention.

A group of middle-aged people were stuck on the platform and couldn't get on the subway for a long time. Their hearts turned from irritability to doubts, thinking that they missed some holidays, but after careful consideration, they didn't.

After watching the crowded subway go away again, someone said: "There are so many people, I don't know why to go."

"Let's go to the concert." The answer was a woman in her thirties, her voice and temperament had been smoothed and rounded by the years, as if few things in her life could surprise her.

The middle-aged man shook his head at the answer [concert], and muttered in dialect which wicked person held the concert and prevented him from going home.

Women know who the [wicked] is.

She carefully looked at the name tag in the arms of the young man in the carriage.

[Han Jue. 】

What a familiar yet unfamiliar name.

I used to say the name hundreds of times a day, but now I don't feel much when I say it again.

Another train approached the platform, but it was still overcrowded. Zhang Yang covered the entire platform through the window. The woman looked at those young people, her eyes full of nostalgia for restless youth.

She hadn't been to a concert, not once. When she was young, she thought countless times that she wanted to save money, go to an idol's concert, and become one of the tens of thousands of voices in the chorus. But all preparations disappeared with Han Jue's departure.

She still remembers how miserable she was crying at that time. But now that the personnel has changed, she can't say whether she hates Han Jue or not. She just thinks that she was so stupid at that time, to put her feelings so passionately on another person.

I don't know if she has learned from that time. In her later life, whether it is making friends or falling in love, she always gives half of her feelings and hides half of them. Therefore, when friends and people speak ill of her behind her back, she is not sad, and when her lover betrays her, she can face everything calmly. She is proud of herself. This is what she learned from Han Jue's incident.

One after another train passed by, the middle-aged man saw the opportunity early, squeezed into the carriage abruptly, and left. The woman sat on a chair in the middle of the platform, not in a hurry to go home. There is no one waiting for her at home, so there is no rush to go back. The man who cheated said that he would take away all the things left at her house today, and she happened to see him when she didn't want to go back.

The woman quietly watched the people coming and going in front of her, and the young people in the carriage who were rushing to the concert were gradually taken up by office workers. When the carriage began to thin out even the commuters, the woman stood up and walked into the carriage.

The woman entered the last carriage of the train. She sat down in a seat, raised her head, and looked towards the door. The stations where the trains stop in turn are marked above the doors. If she remembers correctly, the penultimate station is near the [Hundred Thousand People Stadium].

It's really amazing, it's already possible to hold a concert at the [100,000 People Stadium]. The woman thought to herself.

The train slows down and stops at the next station.

As soon as the car door opened, a group of people rushed up. Young, energetic, and excited, they filled the car to the brim.

One of the dark-skinned youths seemed to be the boss of the group, but he didn't seem to be. Because although he was called "Boss" by others, when he said he wanted to sit down, everyone ignored him and only gave up the remaining seats to the other two girls.

The dark young man clamored angrily that their wages would be deducted, and everyone shouted "No" and "I was wrong" with stiff expressions and motionless bodies, extremely perfunctory. However, the boss snorted coldly, "You know I'm afraid", as he maintained the majesty of the boss, this matter can turn the page. A group of people laughed and laughed again.

Someone in the crowd asked, "Boss, are we going to the concert empty-handed like this?"

The young man nicknamed [Boss] replied: "It's okay! There will be distribution over there, there are clothes, there are light sticks...you'd better not take too much, or I won't be able to keep you."

Someone asked: "After watching the concert, can we have friendship with the support club?"

After the person asked, some single men immediately smiled.

The boss didn't answer right away, but instead looked serious and said, "You don't know what a terrible question you've asked."

The man smiled reservedly: "Really? I don't believe it."

The boss suddenly said "Hey!" like a Buddha descending from a demon, and after bluffing everyone, he said: "Later you will see a group of women between the ages of thirty and forty, remember, be careful in front of them." Don't make unnecessary movements! Don't put your hands in your pockets, don't point the camera at them, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings! Don't look at them, or it will be regarded as provocation! Don't ask emotional questions!"

Everyone laughed, some were praising the boss for his improved funny skills, some were lamenting that the boss might have taken a fancy to someone, that's why he made such a move to force everyone to retreat, and then someone scolded the boss for being greedy and so on...you can say anything .

The woman had a headache and was making noises. Just as she was about to plug her ears with earphones, she heard the following conversation.

"Don't take it seriously, listen to me." In addition to [Boss], there is also a dark-skinned young man nicknamed [Xiaochi] said: "The leader over there is [Guild President], whose real name is unknown, don't inquire, you When you see someone, you can call the president directly. This person is quite dangerous, and his hobby is to tease people—all of them like to tease people, but this president is the best. If you have no idea, take her as an advanced version Xiao Xia will do."

"Hiss~~" Everyone gasped, and no one laughed. They turned their heads to look at the girl named Xiao Xia, but they were stared coldly, and they all immediately avoided their eyes, and they had a more intuitive feeling in their hearts about the degree of danger of the [President].

Xiaochi was very satisfied, and continued: "The other one, Jiang Yun, is a dangerous person, the thug over there. She was the best fighter among Lao Han's fans before, with a record of 35 wins and 2 draws. She has an irritable and violent personality. But if you don't provoke her, there is no danger. What we need to pay attention to is Jiang Yun's husband. Everyone must not mention Teacher Zhang or Lin Qin in front of this person, otherwise it will cause disputes. Once there is an argument, Jiang Yun will come and beat him. "

Everyone quickly responded and said to write it down.

"Others, Cheng Cheng and Li Zi are nothing to be afraid of. One is logistics, the other is students... The last thing we really need to pay attention to is a person codenamed [Apple], Hu Fei." Xiaochi said with a serious face: "Hu Fei It seems that she has a soft personality and is easy to bully, but I advise everyone, don't make her unhappy."

Everyone was very nervous and asked why: "Why? Is she the best fighter?", "She has a backer?", "Is she a group favorite?", "She and Lao Han..."

"Not at all." Xiaochi shook his head and said, "She is our great benefactor. Whether our studio can open a web drama next year depends mainly on her. Therefore, whoever upsets her is tantamount to making trouble with the studio. , You can't get along with the studio, that is, you can't get along with me, you can't get along with me... It's just that you can't get along with Xiao Xia. Do you understand?"

Everyone waved their hands in unison, bowed their heads, and sent out friendly greetings, wanting to jump directly to the penultimate step and make trouble with Xiaochi.

Amidst the frolicking, the woman stared blankly at the ground.

Chairman, True and False Apple, Cheng Cheng, Li Zi... These are also familiar and unfamiliar names.

In fact, the president is the most able to fight.

Actually [Apple] was not Hu Fei's in the first place.

In fact, Cheng Cheng is not harmless, she is terrible when angry.

Actually plums...

More and more memories drilled out. What happened ten years ago is as clear as ten days ago.

Ah, so they are together again.

The announcement of the train produced a reminder: [Ding dong~ XX station is here...]

At the station where the woman should get off, the woman stood up and walked out the door.

Just one step away from the door, the woman stopped.

The door gradually closed.

Broadcast: [Next station, XX station...]

As the train started, the woman's body swayed. She didn't get out of the car.

Anyway, she didn't want to go home now, she thought so, then turned and walked back.

She found that her seat was still vacant—the young man from Koike didn't take advantage of the situation to snatch her seat.

The woman returned to her seat and sat down, took out her mobile phone and searched for something, but obviously she couldn't find a satisfactory answer. She looked around the car, and asked Xiaochi in a gap: "May I ask if you are going to Han Jue's concert?"

Xiaochi nodded: "Yes."

"Do you have any more tickets?"

"No."

"Then if there are any of your friends who want to transfer tickets, can you help me pay attention?" The woman also knew that her question was very suspicious, she immediately raised her phone and explained: "I can't find any tickets on my phone." scalpers."

Xiaochi grinned: "Okay, let me ask for you!"

The woman quickly thanked her.

Although the woman is far away from the concert, she more or less knows that there are no scalpers on her mobile phone, and there must be scalpers outside the stadium. What she knows better is that those who can use serial numbers for group building at concerts like this, either have a relationship with the artist, or have a channel with the organizer, or have acquaintances with the government, no matter what, Both authenticity and efficiency are higher than looking for scalpers outside the stadium to try their luck.

If there is no Xiaochi here, and there are no scalpers at the scene, then there will be no more, and the big deal will be forgotten.

While waiting for Xiaochi's reply, the woman saw the person sitting next to her suddenly stand up and change seats with the girl named Xiaoxia in front of her.

The woman didn't know what Xiao Xia was going to do, so she nodded politely.

Xiao Xia was not polite to her, and asked directly: "You used to be a fan of Han Jue?"

The woman looked into Xiao Xia's eyes.

Xiao Xia: "A fan from eight years ago?"

The woman still didn't answer.

Xiao Xia: "Do you know the president and Apple?"

The woman finally nodded.

Xiao Xia: "They also know you?"

Woman: "We knew each other before, but not necessarily now."

Xiao Xia smiled: "Enough."

The woman didn't understand what Xiao Xia's smile meant.

"There is no need to ask any more." Xiaoxia pointed to Xiaochi who was struggling with the phone, and she said to the woman, "You have a ticket."

The woman was a little surprised. Looking at Xiao Xia, Xiao Chi, and the others, she wondered in her heart whether all this was a way of deception.

Xiao Xia: "Han Jue left a ticket for you."

In a word, the woman instantly restrained all her mental activities and stopped.

Xiaoxia said that she had to confirm with the president before she could get the ticket: "What was your nickname in the support club?"

The woman was in a trance, as if she couldn't even think. She replied, "[Maizi]. They used to call me [Maizi]."

"Mai...zi..." Xiao Xia was typing on the phone while reading.

Maizi: "You said that Han Jue left a ticket for... us?" She didn't understand why it was [we], but she seemed to understand.

"Old Han didn't hold this concert for making money from the very beginning. He said he just wanted to get together with his fans—mainly to get together with you old fans. We new fans don't get this kind of treatment." Xiao Xia put down her phone and explained. When it came to the end, it was a look of hehe.

Maizi only thought Xiaoxia was joking.

Xiaoxia explained with actions. After operating the phone for a while, she showed Maizi what was on it, "Look."

Maizi took the phone and saw a Weite user interface displayed on the phone——Han Jue's Weite. If it weren't for the tens of millions of followers and certification marks, just looking at the dynamic numbers in single digits, Maizi might think that this is a high imitation account.

But this is indeed Han Jue's micro special.

Han Jue doesn't play Weibo all the year round, asking him to update is like killing him. The latest two updates, one is from two years ago, and the other is from two days ago. The one from two days ago consisted of a sentence and a picture.

Xiaoxia said that Han Jue said in the comments: "As long as you stayed in Lao Han's support club eight years ago, you can get free tickets and listen to Lao Han's concert after showing the records or someone testifying."

Maizi nodded, but didn't click on the comment immediately, she just looked at the photo silently.

The photo is a poster of a concert: Han Jue in the center is carrying a bag in the blackness of the large area, leaving only a back view, half of him has been submerged in the darkness. In the blank space of the poster is a dark gold title - [A man who ran away from home].

Above the photo is a line of text: [Everyone from eight years ago, come and listen to my concert. 】

The waste manuscripts in the past two days are enough for three chapters, but I am always dissatisfied... I finally stopped torturing myself today. Thank you for your patience. If everything goes well, I can finish writing the concert part tomorrow, and I will post it together when I finish. .