When Huang Kun was still worried about how to get inside the bar, he suddenly found that the customers around him had unknowingly ran to him.

After observing for a while, he found that some customers were very thief. Seeing that the manager was gone, they chatted with each other, played with their mobile phones, and walked into the bar bit by bit. The movements were very natural, but they could vaguely feel that there was competition between each other.

Because the team is already very long and no one has a number. After the seats are opened, no one can guarantee that they can get a seat.

"What's the situation? Getting in line?!" Huang Kun was very angry and expressed his anger bluntly.

Huang Kun, with a beard and muscled face, is still very frightening, but now there are more than one or two, but everyone is rubbing forward as if nothing has happened. Huang Kun cannot arrest everyone, and everyone is not afraid of this person.

In fact, Huang Kun really has no choice.

Soon, these people walked around and passed most of the corridor, and the noise immediately attracted the security guards in the bar.

The inner door was pushed open and several security guards rushed out.

No manager.

"Stop! You can't come in yet." The security guard trotted over to drive away the customers.

The customers could only retreat unwillingly.

Although Huang Kun was unshaven and looked like he was in a midlife crisis, he was really only twenty-six years old. At this time, his pretty smart head suddenly came up with a solution.

He quickly took out a document from his pocket, spread it, hung it around his neck, and covered the side with the sign, facing the back side out.

The security guard in front was seriously blocking the customers and rushing these people out of the corridor bit by bit. Huang Kun also opened his hands and started blocking the customers half a meter away. While blocking, he approached the security guard with his back, and shouted: "Hey! You can't go in now, you can't go in! I'll call you later!"

He shouted loudly and was confident.

When Huang Kun stood next to the security guard, he pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted to the security guard:

"Stay them."

The security guard saw Huang Kun had a certificate hanging on his chest, and his hairstyle and beard were very sloppy, so he thought that Huang Kun was a staff member of the program team, so he nodded and seriously blocked the customers outside the corridor, asking them to wait for another ten minutes.

Huang Kun turned around and smiled hiddenly, but his pace maintained a constant frequency of neither hurry nor slow.

[It's done!] When Huang Kun opened the inner door, he was very excited and felt that his acting skills were really good. If he really wanted to starve himself to death by writing a music review, he might be able to switch to the career of the Dangdang paparazzi.

He looked down at the document that helped a lot, and saw that the front of the document read "Pineapple Music Festival Volunteer Temporary Pass".

Huang Kun went to the [Pineapple Music Festival] this afternoon as a volunteer. It was not because he was helpful, but because he could listen to music for free. After the festival, he went to the bar directly. He wanted to relax, but the ID was kept in his pocket. Unexpectedly, it came in handy.

Huang Kun pushed open the inner door and as soon as he entered the bar, he quickly looked around.

The lights inside the bar are still very bright, and you can clearly see the situation on the scene. A lot of equipment and a lot of people are watching the bar stage.

Huang Kun also followed everyone's eyes and searched for Zhang Yiman's figure on the stage.

【Zhang Yiman!!!】

【Huang Jin.】

【Zhang Zishang.】

Huang Kun not only recognized Zhang Yiman immediately, but also recognized the other two people on the stage.

[Ah~ It turns out that he was filming "Extreme Man".] Huang Kun saw Zhang Yiman and Huang Jin appear at the same time and knew what program he was filming.

But he didn't care about what program, nor did he be interested in the two people beside him. He only cared about when Zhang Yiman sang.

There was a music with a familiar melody on the edge of the stage.

Huang Kun quietly walked to the side and saw that no one noticed him, so he quickly took off his ID and put it back in his pocket. Then he hugged his hands and pretended that he was a very normal staff member.

He had already thought about it. If someone recognized him, he would say with a blank look on his face [I don’t know, I thought I could come in]. As long as I could hear Zhang Yiman’s scene, it would be worth it to be detained and beaten up.

But God probably couldn't bear to see Huang Kun be detained, nor could he bear to be beaten. Huang Jin suddenly stopped the music, wiping sweat while panting, "It's almost over."

[Your sister!] Huang Kun's body shook and he couldn't maintain his posture.

“The bar also needs to do business.”

【Don't worry about them going to die!】

"I sang very well today, so let's stop here."

【Go to yours!】

Huang Kun was particularly disappointed.

This kind of disappointment is probably like falling from heaven to hell. He has overcome all obstacles and tribulations all the way to kill generals, so as to hear Zhang Yiman's live singing. As a result, there is nothing left after he comes? No more?

Depriving hope after giving people hope is probably the cruelest mental torture.

Huang Kun almost lost his mind and was about to shout [One more song!].

Fortunately, Zhang Zishang on the stage suddenly said: "Let Teacher Han give you one in the end!"

Huang Jin's eyes lit up and he followed up, "Come on, Xiao Han, you have been listening to the concert for so long, you must have one."

Zhang Yiman was also very happy. After getting off the stage, he ran to the side of a person, pulled the man's arm and said, "You can sing one too~ Uncle! Just one song after another~"

Only then did Huang Kun realize that Han Sha was also here.

However, when he saw Han Jue, Huang Kun was not surprised. He only felt like he saw a piece of human-shaped feces. Especially when he looked at the innocent and innocent Zhang Yiman acting cute towards Han Jue, Han Jue's pretentious look made Huang Kun feel angry.

This anger may have been too obvious. Huang Kun suddenly felt someone staring at him next to him. His eyes quietly swept over and saw a man with an ice-like temperament staring at him in the crowd of people in the distance. His sight had no attack power, but Huang Kun felt like he was about to be seen through.

Huang Kun's heart skipped a beat.

But he was not panicked or confused. He kept an angry expression, raised his hand to look at the watch, and then said [tsk] in his mouth. In the angry expression, there was a hint of helplessness. He sighed and continued to hold his hands around his eyes and watch the stage, playing a staff member who was delayed by Han Jue, who looked angry but had to continue working because of his duty.

But the effect doesn't seem to be very good.

"Guan Yi, help me get my phone." Han Jue shouted there.

Huang Kun saw the ice-like man stopping, turning around and getting his cell phone.

Huang Kun breathed a sigh of relief and came to his senses. At some point, Han Jue had already stood on the stage and interacted with Zhang Yiman in the audience.

"I want to listen to "Boy"! "Boy"!~" Zhang Yiman leaned against the edge of the stage, happily lit the ground with one foot's toes, looking like a completely happy little girl.

"I won't sing "Boy" today, I will sing another song," said Han Jue.

"What is it?"

""Intimate Lover"."

This is a completely unfamiliar song title, and some staff members can't search even on their mobile phones.

Huang Kun has never heard of "Boy" and does not know what song "Intimate Lover" is, but this does not affect his disgust towards Han Sha's screams.

[Also a close lover? Here comes again! You are lying with sweet words! You are pestering us Zhang Yiman! Shameless!] Huang Kun rolled his eyes.

Huang Kun hates Han Jue. When he hates someone, he is simply unhappy in this person.

Now that Han Jue is about to sing, Huang Kun holds his phone in his hand, revealing only a camera, and quietly turns on the video recording function to shoot videos. He plans to shoot Han Jue's singing, and then go home to challenge this performance, and pick on it every second.

After Han Jue took the phone from the ice man, he connected the phone to the speaker. But he did not play it immediately, but called a staff member to hold his phone and said that he would wait and see him command and press the play button when he was about to press it. Han Jue himself was holding a guitar and tuning it, and it seemed that he wanted to play the guitar on the spot.

"The sample on the phone is only a piano accompaniment, which is incomplete." Han Jue explained to Zhang Yiman this way.

[Waste.] Huang Kun sneered at him, thinking that Han Jue pretended to be so good that he knew how to pretend.

But Zhang Yiman said unexpectedly, saying that her uncle is the most powerful and she is extremely looking forward to it.

Han Jue adjusted the guitar and stood in front of the microphone stand, lowering his head to brew.

The whole audience was quiet.

Everyone was quietly waiting for Han Jue to sing this work that he had not published. Only the cameraman was wandering around the stage.

Han Jue brewed for five seconds, then opened his eyes and pulled the guitar.

A stream of music, high and low, sometimes far and sometimes near, is filled with rhythmic music, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, filling the entire bar.

After a flash, Han Jue nodded to the staff beside him. The staff received instructions and nervously activated the play on Han Jue's mobile phone. The next second, a crisp piano sounded from the sound.

The piano is the theme of the accompaniment, and the guitar is the foil. The perfect embellishment of the guitar makes the entire accompaniment fuller.

Everyone watched Han Jue play the guitar casually, which was equivalent to watching Han Jue produce and arrange the music on the spot, and cooperate with him. If they were well prepared, everyone fully believed that Han Jue could really complete the work of a band alone.

But now, everyone present has no time to think about anything else, just waiting for Han Jue's next singing.

After accompaniment stopped, Han Jue spoke:

【

The wind is still blowing tonight, I think of you so gentle

Life is very relaxing

It's not without a trace, I just miss you too much

How could you dream of you all the time

...

】

In the music circle, the sound is of high or low.

Some sounds are taken out of the studio and are musical, some sounds are a pleasure to listen to, while others are good enough to be used to test the performance of the audio or headphones.
To be continued...