On May 5th, at about 8 o'clock in the evening, the night in Sakai City was like the hanging skirt of a goddess. Tonight, there was no longer a mysterious and ascetic atmosphere, but it was painted with dazzling fireworks. Every time it swayed, it was filled with hundreds of cold lights and warm colors.

, changing and changing, so beautiful.

But the most eye-catching thing tonight is below instead of above, in the water instead of in the sky.

On the south bank of Beishan Lake, a grand and gorgeous stage was built on the floating water near the embankment. The high-pitched electric guitar tones were wrapped in the roars of tens of thousands of fans, citizens, and tourists, overpowering the low roar of fireworks in the sky, announcing

The Sakai Music Festival officially kicked off.

On the embankment, the police in Sakai City were facing a formidable enemy. Thousands of people set up a human wall to guard against the excitement of the enthusiastic fans, who would cause a stampede and even fall into the lake.

This was the case on the shore. At this time, the sides and rear of the main stage were also surrounded by large and small cruise ships. The boats were also crowded with people. Compared with the shore, the lively atmosphere was no less intense.

"There are platforms on all sides and guests from all over the world. I am the first...the light shines brightly!"

Wang Mo, the melody guitarist of Shanxi Band, changed from his usual boring temperament and leaned on the side of the boat to seize the best viewing position and greedily absorbed the breath from the main stage.

Opening the music festival are undoubtedly world-class bands, each of which is his idol and the goal he hopes to achieve in his dream.

After being envious, it suddenly became boring again.

"We're going to go on stage! We're going to a road show!"

Bassist Huang Xiangdong was already very drunk, and he was shouting loudly and raising his arms, which made people look at him sideways, but it was difficult for him to capture Wang Mo's thoughts.

Wang Mo sighed.

His show is over.

Among the hundreds of bands that participated in the Sakai Music Festival, the Shanxi Band's standard can only be said to be below average. The invited performance was only a warm-up performance, and it was not yet the main stage. It was a small group of singers who finished two hours ago.

Yes, this is their only performance assignment in Sakai.

Actually, most of the bands participating in music festivals are like this, and then they have to find their own way. Road shows are not a shame. The ecology of underground bands is like this, and it is more stylish.

The problem is that the lead singer of the band is leaving tomorrow, and everyone is still playing tricks!

"Oh oh oh, beauty!"

Huang Xiangdong seemed to have made a big discovery, and his voice suddenly sharpened, just like his miserable high note.

Wang Mo was too lazy to turn his head, but Ma Lou, an older keyboard player behind him who was also carrying a bottle of wine, narrowed his slightly blurred eyes and stamped his certification:

"Tsk, the beauty in the kimono is so nice!"

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?"

The latest drummer to join the band, Jeff Lun, is small in stature, but he is a typical ADHD patient. Even in the crowd of Wuyangyang, he is jumping back and forth, and his energy and curiosity are first-rate.

Ma Lou responded kindly: "On the right hand side, on the shore, is a plain blue kimono...ah, what a dignified beauty."

Wang Mo curled his lips. In fact, he also saw it. Indeed, the body shape and color tone of the kimono lady over there were very aesthetic. However, under the night and the flashing fireworks lights, everything had its own filter effect.

, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than self-anesthesia mixed with imagination.

Compared with the high-minded undergraduate students, Jeff Lun's brain circuit is obviously not that complicated. In fact, he is so high that he doesn't know what to do, up, down, left, and right:

"Right? Where is right?"

It is the same kind that knows the same kind best. Huang Xiangdong shouted in his ear: "Ride, ride (rhythm cymbal)!"

Jephlen understood instantly and jumped to look at the shore. He soon laughed out loud and raised his arms to say hello loudly:

"Beauty! Biji-san, Onii-chan..."

Wang Mo covered his face, maybe it would be better to just go back to Xia City! Coming from an academic background, he really couldn't stand this.

Separated by dozens of meters of water, there was noisy music, and the human voice was blocked. It was impossible for Jefflen's shouting to reach there. However, it was probably a coincidence that the lady really turned her face away.

Come on, the sight seems to be focused on the ship.

Jefflen became even more excited and wanted to throw his arms out.

Wang Mo had to squeeze half of his body to the side with difficulty to avoid being stepped on. As soon as he moved away, he heard an "ouch" and Jefflen's knee hit the railing of the ship's side.

However, Jefflen felt no pain at all, and even that cry was not caused by pain, but by mental stimulation. He slapped the fence so hard that his vocal cords tore:

"That, that Onii-chan... Viper! Viper!"

People around him looked sideways, thinking that this guy was really over the top. In the end, Huang Xiangdong, who was of the same kind, looked back and forth several times, and suddenly realized:

"Ah ah ah, a has-been actress, what a arrogant and arrogant snow!"

Jephlen slapped Huang Xiangdong on the shoulder: "Yes, that's right, she's that prude woman. I searched for half the night last night, but couldn't find that kind of movie. Today at the fan meeting..."

"I'm here too. I didn't criticize him in person. I'm really grateful!"

Wang Mo and Ma Lou also looked like they suddenly understood. It was rare for the four band members to reach a consensus, and they were also deeply impressed by the kimono lady on the shore:

After all, not every "fan" would be like that person and criticize to his face that "except for the lead singer, the band members are just a collection of mediocre talents."

Moreover, even for the lead singer Moya, the evaluation was that "rhythm is far better than tone", "temperament and appearance are more valuable", "when you close your eyes, it is your guitar skills that save you and your teammates" and so on.

Poison sharp knife.

Under that elegant and dignified skin, there must be cold and smooth snake scales!

Wang Mo felt uncomfortable: "This woman, with her clothes and makeup, she should go to the opera house. Why come to listen to rock music and make irresponsible remarks about our little band?"

Lao Ma Lou also stayed up late last night to do his homework: "According to online information, she does have qualifications from the Takarazuka Theater Company."

"..."

This is a god-level figure, and the Pheasant Academy cannot afford to offend him.

Wang Mo shrank, but Jeff Lun was still jumping around: "She must be depressed! Hmm, maybe she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside? If I take action..."

"Even if her ovaries are filled with dry firewood, she can burn it at a moment's notice, and you can't help but get some sparks. Look at it for what you want! This is a society that values ​​appearance, regardless of gender."

Huang Xiangdong raised his thumb and poked behind his shoulder. When attacking his companions, his thoughts and sense of direction were very clear, and his accents were also accurate.

"Female, female...oh!" Jefflen said in a long tone, but he was not annoyed. In fact, men are very tolerant of such beauty scenes. He just sighed, "I've heard about that super girl.

If you are lucky enough to be a woman, come to Sancheng to see it. Three? Four? A waste!"

Huang Xiangdong gave him another tip of his little finger: "Just be content, she's just not attracted to you, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn to be a scumbag."

Jephlen was still not angry. The two men chatting together laughed together, then held their heads and howled, all without saying a word.

The chaos on the lower deck is mixed with the hustle and bustle of the semi-enclosed observation deck on the upper floor, leaving no quiet corner. However, whenever there is need and sentiment, people can always subconsciously filter out some external noise and construct a subjective

Private space.

Of course, if there are three bodyguards who can quietly separate a small space, the material foundation for the existence of the atmosphere will be even stronger.

At this time, Moya felt peaceful and peaceful in her heart, leaning against the railing and chatting with her best friends. No matter what the topic was, it was full of interest and sentiment.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that the beauty in kimono on the shore happened to be the topic of conversation between Mo Ya and Tang Yi.

Different from the traditional clothing that contains feminine charm on the other side, the two here are wearing casual and neutral casual clothes. They are equally tall and handsome. Standing together they look like models in a blockbuster, full of fashion sense. But when talking,

, all that flows is the flavor of memories:

"In your eyes, our performance is probably riddled with holes and is unbearable to watch?"

"oh?"

"I remember that at the campus music festival in 1993, someone's evaluation was just one way. Do I need to repeat it again?"

"I just have doubts about your classification method... Well, I mean there is no need to make the classification too clear." Tang Yi reached out and gently twirled a strand of hair hanging down the side of Moya's cheek, "Hair is hair.

In most cases, just one or two, three or five locks have no meaning, but are a joke."

"Don't revise my established ideas. Anyway, from my uncle and Ronan, I understand that the talents of relatives who are inherited by the same blood are very different, let alone you and me."

"It is indeed like you. If you wake up early, it will not prevent you from hitting your head and causing bloodshed."

"How could it be?" Moya's smile blossomed, and then she leaned forward, ignoring the surrounding gazes, and kissed Tang Yi's cheek gently, "I am the most optimistic waiter, I am waiting for everyone around me to realize their talents and realize their dreams...

After all, without family members waiting there, the moment of success may be the saddest moment."

"Wow, that's a great idea for a speech."

"Perhaps what my uncle instilled in me can be called the 'ultimate background wall' achievement? Now that I think about it, maybe it is just to coax children. But there is no way, I am very coaxed!"

It was obviously not very funny, but the two of them pressed their foreheads together and rubbed their temples together, and they still laughed out loud, which naturally attracted the attention of others.

Tang Yi didn't care about other people's eyes, but when she connected the "uncle" in Mo Ya's mouth with more direct identity information, her mind still wandered for a moment:

Luo Zhongheng...the researcher who asked Li Wei to personally take action at all costs, can "talent" really break through the generation gap of civilization? Or is it a miracle "fed" by more incredible resources?

If it is the former, then the miracle will be difficult to reproduce in a short time;

But if it’s the latter, where are the “incredible resources” that can make the miracle happen again?

In the past year, similar problems have been torturing those high-ranking people.

Continue to indulge and observe?

Or should we nip the signs of crisis before the next Luo Zhongheng appears and avoid paying a greater price?

After a few forks in the road, the situation was on the verge of getting out of control...or maybe it was already out of control without even realizing it.

She sighed softly: "The clouds in Sakae City are very thick!"

Moya looked up and saw that the fireworks in the sky had not yet dissipated. The flames were intertwined with the remaining smoke, and the colors were thick and colorful. It was not clear enough to the senses, but when it came to the clouds... I really didn't see them.

Instead, there was a huge airship, slowly passing by in the colorful stream of light.

Fireworks exploded around the airship. Bai Xinyan raised the wine glass lightly, and the clear liquid reflected the splendor, and also underwent subtle deformation as the air molecules vibrated and propagated.

At this time, even through the fully enclosed viewing window, I seemed to smell the strong smell of gunpowder.

"Tomorrow, the head of the Department of Environmental Affairs will probably bow to apologize?"

Tamagawa Eisuke ignored such meaningless words. He was sitting upright on the sofa, staring at the dynamic data chart visualized in front of him. Multiple functional areas were divided, making the overall chart look more complicated. Only the upper left corner was directly intercepted from the airline database.

The passenger flight information is quite intuitive.

Moya, Ronan's cousin's photo, occupies a very eye-catching area.

Tamagawa Eisuke stared at the photo for a long time, finally lowered his eyelids and tapped the virtual keys on the armrest of the sofa. In an instant, all the chart data on the screen was cleared, and the projection area dimmed.
To be continued...