MTL - Perfect Superstar-Chapter 902 Ticket delivery

Beijing, Houhai.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Forgotten Grass Bar on the pedestrian street just hangs the "opening" sign, and a guest wearing a wind coat and sunglasses pushes the door and walks in.

There are many bars in Houhai. The main business hours are from the evening to the early hours of the night. Some bars open earlier, and the doors open at two or three in the afternoon, but there are basically few guests.

Most of the waiters have not yet gone to work, and there are no people on the stage of the performing arts. Only a set of drums are placed on the corners of the corners. The lights inside are turned on a few times, but the light is not very bright.

When the first guest came in today, Chen Jianhao was holding a rag and rubbing the bar.

He used to never do such a thing, because it was the job of the waiter, but since he got married and gave birth to a child, he suddenly liked the work of washing and wiping.

When the bar is opened, the bar is cleaned to give him a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The most important thing is that Chen Jianhao's wife is in the bar, accompanying him to sort out the wine cabinets, and the silent understanding between them is the warmth and sweetness of the two.

The guest wearing a trench coat sat down in front of the bar and said, "The boss, give me a beer."

The proprietress had just stuffed a bottle of champagne back into the cupboard. She didn't look up and said, "You come so early, today's first guest, this cup I invited."

The guest smiled and said, "Oh, how is this fun?"

The proprietress suddenly felt that it was wrong, and suddenly raised her head, just to see the guest took off the sunglasses, revealing a familiar face.

"what!"

She suddenly screamed and slammed out the baffle of the bar with lightning speed, and opened her arms to give each other a strong hug: "Small land!"

Chen Jianhao, who wiped the table at the bar counter, was shocked by his wife's screams, but when he saw the truth of the visitor, he couldn't help but smile.

Lu Chen smiled and took a picture of Na's back and said: "Dried son, his mother, you are thin!"

The sons of Chen Jianhao and Na Jiesheng were recognized as Lu Chen’s cognac, but the cognac was usually too busy. He had seen several sons before and after, and the gift was a lot.

Na sister laughed haha ​​and let go of Lu Chen. He clenched his fist on his shoulder and asked, "How come you have time today? Is it because of my son? Is there a gift?"

Lu Chenhan Yan: "Let's make up the next time."

It is said that he has not forgotten the grass bar for a long time, mainly because his usual work is too busy, but this did not affect his friendship with Chen Jianhao and Najie.

Some friends, even if they haven't seen it for a few years, are still the same. Although Lu Chen is now at the peak of his life, he never feels that he is high.

Don't forget your heart, this bar that carries Lu Chen's many memories is also his original heart.

Chen Jianhao poured a beer into Lu Chen.

Lu Chen was not polite, took a big drink from the wine glass, and then took two tickets for the concert from the windbreaker pocket and put it on the bar: "I will come to my concert next month."

"I knew it early..."

Chen Jianhao took the ticket and glanced at it: "I have been waiting for this day, I didn't expect it to come so late."

"Yeah yeah!"

Na sister grabbed the ticket and got the best treasure: "Love your life? Good name!"

Lu Chenxi.

In fact, in his debut experience, after the first album "You at the same table" came out, he was qualified to play a personal concert, and the result was dragged on for three years.

In the circle, many singers don't have any big red works, and they also make their own concerts soaring. If you lose money, you have to mix a beautiful qualification.

In contrast, Lu Chen’s first personal concert really came too late. He had no problems in singing a few times a year, and he also consumed the enthusiasm of fans.

And this evening, this will be held on the Valentine's Day in Beijing on February 14th, Lu Chen [love a lifetime] personal concert, open tickets in Chenfei Media and Feixun Music.

Tickets have been printed two days ago. In addition to the pre-sales, there are still some sections left to give away, because many people have long called for tickets, including Tan Hong, Liu Gangsheng, Shi Fang, etc. Wait for friends in the circle.

Lu Chen certainly did not forget Chen Jianhao's husband and wife. He specially sent the ticket to the door.

Chen Jianhao and Na sister looked at each other and smiled, and they were very moved.

Although the two are not mixed in the circle, they are much more concerned about the things inside the circle. People like Lu Chen are really kind and sincere, and people from beginning to end are really rare.

Oops~

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed away again, and a young man walked in with a guitar case.

"Boss, boss wife!"

He greeted him politely, but he was not very skilled, and there was a hint of greenness in his appearance and voice.

Sister Na smiled: "You are coming from Xiao Gao."

The young man nodded, and suddenly he glanced at him and saw Lu Chen sitting in front of the bar.

Although Lu Chen was on the side, the young man named Xiao Gao still recognized Lu Chen at a glance.

Lu Chen was his idol. He ran to the Forgetting Grass Bar to work, because Lu Chen was debuting in this bar.

In fact, in today's Houhai bar, forgetting the grass has the meaning of becoming a folk singer's holy place. Many singers have come here to sing, and it is not easy to become a singer.

Chen Jianhao rushed to him and waved: "Come, let me introduce you."

Xiao Gao Mengyi was so excited that he woke up. He ran around without thinking, standing in front of Lu Chen, his face was red with excitement: "Lu... Hello Lu!"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Hello."

Chen Jianhao said: "He is just coming to sing Xiao Gao Gaoyong, the guitar is playing well, the singing skills are so sloppy, and a few songs have been written, which is a bit aura."

"Do you give pointers?"

Lu Chen said: "Good."

He knows that Chen Jianhao is not wrong, otherwise he will not recommend it to himself, nor does he want him to carry it. Pointing a few words may make the young singer's life completely different.

Gao Yong suddenly felt the feeling of being smashed by the pie that fell from the sky. People were fainting.

Still, Na sister reminded him of the same, let him go on stage to sing.

When Gao Yong debugged the guitar, Na sister said to Lu Chen: "He is a bit like you."

Lu Chen smiled.

Sister Na did not say that he could also see the shadow of his own from the other side.

It’s just this time, inadvertently going very far –