Hua Sheng was stunned. He couldn't close his mouth. Maybe he didn't think of it. The scene was too shocking. There were at least four or five hundred people, all young.

"Ebola is one of my favorite rock and roll male singers. He is super talented. His performance time is not fixed. I only know that he came to Jiangcheng today, and only had such a night's concert. All of them came from iron fans. Ah Sheng, tonight, just join me to be a rebellious rock girl. You may find that there will be different bodies Check. "

These words are said loudly by the wind in Huasheng's ear. Huasheng slightly raises the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that Fengxi is also a Star chaser. He is also a singer who plays underground rock and roll. He really has a personality.

The wind pulled Hua Sheng all the way to the front, and Hua Sheng could see the singer clearly.

This is a band, but other people are not famous. As long as the lead singer is strong, he is more famous in the underground rock circle.

There is also a group of rebellious young girls crazy infatuated with him, and the stage name is also more interesting. Ebola, a very rare virus, has had a large-scale outbreak in Africa, with a high mortality rate.

It can be seen that this singer is also one of the wonderful flowers

All the songs he sang were composed by himself, and the lyrics were extremely How to say, it's a little hurng.

But it is not always around that topic, but a lot of hidden social phenomena are put forward to say, which makes people feel a bit addictive.

Hua Sheng is not a Star chaser. She is not interested in any singer, but Feng Xi likes it. She will accompany her.

Two people have been following the music swing, the final scene also sprinkled beer rain, it is very fun.

Hua Sheng, who is almost alcohol free, made an exception tonight, drinking two bottles of Budweiser with Feng Xi.

Then the cheeks are red like apples, very cute.

Just then, the singer finished the last song and stepped down from the stage.

Straight to the two, "long time no see, wind."

Hua Sheng is slightly stunned, but he is also shocked. Does Feng Xi know this person?

"Yeah, long time no see, big star."

"Oh, you don't need to stimulate me. What a star? I'm just a singer and a vagrant."

This man looks thirty years old, but unlike the rock singer, he doesn't have long hair, beard, or slovenly decadence.

Instead, he has a clean face, bright eyes, and a pair of beautiful hands. When he was playing the guitar, Hua Sheng noticed.

"Your friend?" The man took a look at Hua Sheng.

"Well, my best friend."

The man nodded with Hua Sheng, probably because Hua Sheng was covered by heavy makeup, his eyes were like panda's, he drank wine and blushed, which made him look more young.

Even this person thought that this was a minor, and he didn't talk to Hua Sheng too much.

It just seems that there is a story between the wind and the wind.

"I'll see you when we're done?" He took a look at the wind.

"Why? Do you want to make an appointment? " After a big sip of beer, Fengxi smiled.

"Don't make any noise, you know I don't mean that. I just want to..."

"Ebola, are you satisfied with your life now?"

Feng Xi didn't give the man a chance to finish talking, so he interrupted.

The man was slightly stunned. "It's OK."

"Well, I'm happy with my life now." The wind seems to have something in it.

"Well Then you have a good time. I'll go there and greet my friends. " Maybe I understood the meaning of Fengxi. The man didn't say much. Just about to turn around, he suddenly remembered something.

Turning back to Fengxi, he said, "my phone hasn't changed. Call me when you have time."

Feng Xi didn't respond, and didn't know whether she agreed or refused.

After the man left, Hua Sheng tilted his head and took a drunken look at Feng Xi. "Do you have a story?"