Low Key Star

  Chapter 75 [075] I don't like it

The meaning expressed in the lyrics of "You at the same table" is not obscure, so when Zhang Yang returned to the backstage, the classmates and juniors who had already finished the performance or were about to perform, in addition to complimenting him, there were also some people who comforted him very intimately. sentence.

  Obviously, the vast majority of people regard this song as the product of his confession that Lin was still rejected, his pursuit was hopeless, and he was saddened.

Zhang Yang put the guitar backstage, calmed down his emotions, walked around from the backstage aisle to the end of the auditorium, bent his back and wanted to quietly return to his seat like before, but after the song just now, even if the stage was already new many people noticed him.

  I don't know who said, "It seems to be Zhang Yang?"

  Then a group of people in the aisle at the front and back looked over. Zhang Yang stood up and said no, and continued to hunker down, so he waved his hands without embarrassment, quickly found his seat like a race, and sat down again.

Before he breathed a sigh of relief, the students in the front, back and left of the class all looked over, as if the wind was blowing through the summer wheat field, and the heads of people were swaying here like ears of wheat, and Zhang Yang could only hear a few words clearly: "Zhang Yang Are you so good?" "It sounds good!"

   There is also a delicate girl's voice, said with a smile: "Zhang Yang, if you don't chase Lin Yiran, you can chase me!"

It sounds a little familiar, it seems to be Xie Yuwei's voice, a pretty girl, but probably because the beauties repel each other, she is somewhat hostile to Lin Yiran. She was a classmate for three years, but she hardly spoke anything.

   Xie Yuwei said this at this time, naturally not because of Zhang Yang's heart, but to make Lin Yiran feel unhappy.

   Zhang Yang naturally ignored it. After finally dealing with the enthusiastic students, he secretly paid attention to Lin Yiran's movement, but after a distance, the light was dim, and he couldn't see anything.

After the last chorus song by the school band, the farewell party was over. Under the bright lights, Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at Lin Yiran. Across the crowd, he saw her being embraced by Liu Chan and Wang Shanshan, walking out from the other side of the passage .

  Zhou Fan patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, "Let's go."

   Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze and said, "You go back to the classroom first, I have to go backstage to get the guitar."

"Fine."

   Zhou Fan and his classmates went back to the classroom first, Zhang Yang went to the backstage to get the guitar, and returned to the classroom under the eyes of the passing students. The classroom was half empty, and he looked at his seat.

  The other half of the desk is already empty.

Zhang Yang returned to his seat and put the guitar on Lin Yiran's desk. Zhang Min in the front row turned his head and looked over, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back in the end. Zhou Fan sat over and saw Zhang Yang packing up his things silently. He whispered, "Just left."

  Seeing that he didn't respond, he paused, and said again: "I seem to have cried."

   Zhang Yang put the remaining exercises and books into his schoolbag, "Pack up your things and let's go."

  Zhou Fan curled his lips, went back to his seat and took his schoolbag, Zhang Yang also put his schoolbag on his back, picked up his guitar, greeted his familiar classmates, and walked out of the campus in the evening sun.

   "Will you go to Lin Yiran's birthday tonight?"

   "Of course, I'm not breaking up with her."

  Zhou Fan looked at him strangely, "Are you sure Lin still wants to see you?"

   "It's just a song, don't take things so seriously."

   "It's not serious, she just left without waiting for you?"

   "It's not that you don't know the way, so you have to wait?"

   "Just lie to yourself."

  Zhou Fan heheed, "My car is here, see you later."

  Zhou Fan boarded the bus, only Zhang Yang was waiting alone at the bus platform, he stood there for a while, and was about to chat with Luoshen to relieve his boredom, when his phone rang.

   Zhang Yang took it over and looked at it, and it was Lin Yiran who sent the message: "It's half past seven, don't forget."

   Zhang Yang typed back: "I'm waiting for the bus to go home."

  Send it to continue typing: "Say, can you have dinner at your birthday party?"

  Lin Yiran: "[White Eyes]"

  Lin Yiran: "Can you still go back on an empty stomach?"

   "That's good. I also thought that there would be so many cups of wine that there would be no time to eat."

   "Tch, I'm the protagonist, okay?"

   "Then you should eat something early to fill your belly. I'm afraid you won't have time to eat."

   "Thank you!"

"polite."

   "I won't tell you anymore, I want to change my clothes."

   "Uh...see you tonight."

   "Don't forget the gift."

"rest assured."

  Zhang Yang put down his phone, his heart that had been hanging all this time finally let go, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he realized something, and waved to the bus that had just closed the door: "Hey! Master, wait, wait! There are still people..."

   "Boom!"

  The bus door slammed shut and left in a hurry.

   Zhang Yang stood there depressed and sighed, and asked Luoshen: "Can't you remind me?"

   "I was watching the chat between the two of you, and I didn't notice the car coming."

   Luoshen's tone was light, "But that's fine, I'll give you a wake-up call. For some things, this shop will disappear after passing this village."

"who said it?"

   Zhang Yang wished far away, and saw another bus approaching from a distance, "Isn't this coming again?"

   "That's not the car you want to ride in either."

   "As long as you can get home."

  Ten minutes later, the bus stopped on the side of the road, and the driver shouted amid the commotion of half of the people in the bus: "The bus is broken down, please don't worry, wait on the side of the road, a bus will come to pick you up."

   "Look." Luoshen's crisp and sweet voice was a little gloating.

   "It's not your fault, is it?" Zhang Yang was a little skeptical.

   "One, I don't have the ability; two, it's not worth wasting so many people's time for you."

   "..."

  Zhang Yang returned home with great difficulty, changed his clothes, and straightened his hair in front of the mirror. It was only six o'clock, and he didn't have the heart to do anything else, so he went to the living room to watch TV.

  Zhang Wei asked a little strangely: "Aren't you going to that Lin Yiran's birthday party?"

   "Who told you that it was Lin Yiran's birthday?"

  Zhang Yang took the remote control to change the channel, Zhang Wei snatched it again, and switched back to the cartoon she was watching, "It's not Lin Yiran, you still go to change clothes?"

   "No matter whose birthday it is, I will change clothes. At a young age, this is called respect, and at an older age, it is called an attitude towards life."

   "Tch."

  Zhang Wei was too lazy to chat with him, but Zhang Shouyi said again: "What time does it start? Is it almost time?"

   "It's half past seven."

  Zhang Shou looked at the time, "It's already six o'clock, almost, you can't really arrive until half past seven, can you? So what's going on?"

   "We'll be there in twenty minutes, if it's too early, what am I doing there?"

   Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, and watched TV with Zhang Wei, Zhang Shouyi asked again: "Have you prepared a gift?"

   "I'm ready."

   "What are you preparing for?"

   "Autographed collector's edition, is it precious enough?"

  Zhang Shou nodded, thinking that this gift is very good, and it is not costly, but he said: "Then they asked where you got it from?"

   "She knows that I am Zhang Muzhi."

   "Huh? How do you know?"

   "You have to ask your good girl."

   "So that means it's really Lin Yiran's birthday?"

  Zhang Wei regained his energy all of a sudden, "Mom, Mom, Mom, come out quickly, my brother is going to Lin Yiran's birthday party, and he needs to meet his parents!"

  …

Zhang Yang chatted with his father until 6:30, and was forced to go back to his room to pick up the packaged collection of "The Condor Shooting", left the house, came to the subway station, and called Zhou Fan , tell him to set off together, otherwise wouldn't it be embarrassing to not know anyone there?

Lin Yiran's birthday party was at the Dunhuang Hotel. This is a huge group that can compete with Shenlong, Huohuang, Kunlun, and Hongmeng, but its main business areas are real estate, shopping malls, accommodation, etc. According to Zhang Yang's speculation, Lin Yiran's father should It is the top management of Dunhuang Hotel or Dunhuang Group.

Zhang Yang walked out of the subway station with the set of "Shooting the Condors" in his arms, and when he turned the corner, he saw a corner of Dunhuang Square. The Dunhuang Hotel stood quietly in the setting sun. When you look up, it looks like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

Zhang Yang walked into the lobby with the book in his arms, and saw the reminder subtitles of "Lin's birthday party on the 19th floor" displayed on the big screen next to the elevator hall. , or is there only this birthday party today.

He took the elevator upstairs, walked out of the elevator, and the screen on the wall facing him displayed the sign of "Lin's Birthday Party→" again. Seeing four tall beauties in cheongsams waiting on both sides, he turned around, bowed slightly, with a gentle professional smile on his face, "Hello, sir, are you here for the birthday party?"

   Zhang Yang responded with "Yes", smiled at the convenience and said "Please follow me", and now leads the way.

When they came to the deepest part of the corridor, there were two beautiful women in cheongsams standing in front of the banquet hall. The maid who led the way asked Zhang Yang to go by himself, then bowed and left. Each of the beauties opened the door and invited him in.

  Zhang Yangfu thanked again, walked into the banquet hall, glanced at it, there were not many people in the bright yellow banquet hall, divided into two circles.

  On one side were a few handsome men, among them was Lin Canghai. Although Zhang Yang had never seen him before, he had seen his photo and recognized him immediately.

  On the other side are Su Hui and several women, Lin Yiran is also on the side, and there are several children who are probably brought by Lin and Su's friends, ranging in age from thirteen or fourteen to twenty or so.

  Among them was a boy of Zhang Yang's age, wearing a white shirt and white trousers, facing Zhang Yang. He was not very handsome, but his black eyebrows were quite heroic, and he was talking to Lin Yiran with a smile on his face.

There was a special person on the side of the door in charge of reception, in case the host was too busy. When Zhang Yang walked in to check the banquet hall, he had also quickly observed the movements of the three members of the Lin family, and was about to welcome them when Lin Canghai, Su Hui and Lin Yiran's family of three had already seen Zhang Yang.

  Lin still waved at Zhang Yang and walked over.

  The receptionist, who was about to step forward, caught a glimpse of her movement from the corner of his eye, and quietly took a step back, standing quietly in place.

  Lin Yiran moved, and even the people around Lin Canghai glanced over, Zhang Yang didn't care about this, but noticed that the boy who was talking to Lin Canghai just now also looked over.

   "You came so early."

  Lin still wore a white sleeveless dress, with picturesque features, snow-covered skin, and a sweet smile. There was absolutely no sign of "like crying" that Zhou Fan said.

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "You won't be able to drive people away because I came early, right?"

  Lin still gave him a blank look, and looked at the gift he was holding, "What is this?"

   "A gift."

   This set of books is not light, Zhang Yang held it all the way, his arms were a little sore, "It's a bit heavy, do you want me to put it for you?"

"let me try."

  Lin still stretched out his hands, tried to hug him, his arms sank, looked at him and said, "Forget it, you should hug him."

   Zhang Yang had no choice but to take it and hug him again.

  In just a short while, all eyes in the hall were focused on him, and some people whispered something to Lin Canghai and Su Hui, as if they were asking about his identity.

  Zhang Yang bowed slightly, saying hello to Lin Yiran's parents first. As for the others, they won't have the chance to deal with them anyway, so they don't care.

   "You help me move here."

  Lin still said and acted the same as usual, and he was not polite to Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang honestly held the book and followed her to the gift cabinet in the corner of the banquet hall.

  Lin Yiran didn’t tell Zhang Yang to put down the gift, turned around and stared at him and asked, “Can I open it and have a look?”

  Zhang Yang thought for a while, and said, "It's better to go back and open it."

  Lin still stared at him with clear eyes for two seconds, then said "oh", reached out to take it, and held it in his arms regardless of the image, then put it on the cabinet, and unwrapped the wrapping paper with his hands.

   Zhang Yang said helplessly: "Didn't you agree to go back and open it?"

   "I didn't agree again."

Lin still didn't look up, opened the package, glanced at the beautifully packaged collector's edition of "Shooting the Condor", and looked up at him, "I bought five sets on the day it came out, one set for my parents, three sets for my elders, There is another set in my room."

   "Uh...how about giving me the set you bought later?"

  Lin still rolled his eyes at him, took out the first volume, opened the title page, and saw the neatly written blessing:

   Wishing you a happy life and a happy life

  May time have passed, goodbye is still

   Zhang Yang would like to present Lin Yiran as a souvenir

Zhang Yang really didn't expect her to open it in person, as if guessing what he would give, he was somewhat embarrassed, seeing Lin Yiran silently looking at the title page to send a message, silent for a long time, just about to speak, Lin Yiran said softly: "Thank you .”

   Then carefully repacked it, and placed it at the bottom end of the gift cabinet, turned around and smiled at him, "Let's go."

She turned around first, but waited for Zhang Yang, and walked side by side towards the reception area. Zhang Yang hesitated, but after all, he didn't deliberately walk behind. When he got there, he was about to ask what he should do, let her greet people first , Lin still smiled sweetly: "Dad, Mom, Zhang Yang is here."

   Zhang Yang held his breath in his chest. He could not be rude, so he had to bow slightly and greeted Lin Canghai and Su Hui respectively: "Hello, Uncle, Auntie."

Lin Canghai wished that someone would throw this boy out of the window, but the girl was watching beside her, knowing that she intended to use her parents to build the steps for this boy, so she nodded and smiled honestly, saying: "It's so early, Have a heart."

  Su Hui also laughed, "What gift did Zhang Yang give you, and you muttered there for a long time?"

  Lin still didn't answer, turned to Zhang Yang and said, "This way."

Zhang Yang had no choice but to follow her again, and under the scrutiny of everyone, he walked to the empty table next to him and sat down. Lin still said in a low voice: "My father and mother hold this birthday party for the purpose of letting me and these uncles and aunts. Let's meet formally, so I may not have much time to take care of this place later, you and Liu Chan greet me."

   Zhang Yang said "Uh...", "It seems that there are only three boys, Zhou Fan and Zhao Yi?"

   "There is also Wang Jinxiao, Han Yongtai, and there is a boy in another class. I don't know him very well. They were all invited by my parents. Because of the same school, they are all arranged at this table."

   "Okay, I'll do my best."

  Although Lin Yiran is still underage, he has already graduated from high school. In a sense, Lin Yiran's parents held this birthday party as a coming-of-age ceremony for their daughter.

After meeting, both of them intentionally avoided the song in the afternoon, but the more this happened, the more it showed that they both cared about each other and understood what it meant. After finishing his business, he fell into silence.

Zhang Yang wanted to let her do the work on her own, so she didn't have to accompany him. Just as he was about to speak, he raised his head and met her clear eyes, feeling a little guilty for some reason. Said: "The song is very nice."

   Zhang Yang didn't think about how to answer the conversation, and heard her whisper: "But I don't like it."

  ——

   I’ve been waiting for a long time, today is the second chapter (don’t try to lie to me that this is the first chapter!)

  Thanks to the book friend "Lao Fangjia" for the rewards.

I also thank other book friends for their rewards. In order not to affect everyone's reading experience, I try not to add the author's words as much as possible, so I can't list the thanks one by one, but no matter the amount is large or small, no one's money comes from the wind. I am deeply impressed by my heart.

  By the way, this book does not set the conditions for rewards and updates. If there is a leader in the future, there will be a chapter titled and updated. This is not to increase the threshold for adding more, let alone to look down on the rewards and drop points. I don't have the capital to raise the threshold.

   There are two reasons:

  One, I didn’t save the manuscript, and if I write too much, it will be water. I have had enough of the previous two books, and now the state is getting better. I don’t want to ruin myself for adding more.

  Second, I hope that everyone will give rewards because they feel that the author is well-written and worthy of rewards, not that the author holds all the manuscripts in his hand and does not publish them in order to get rewards, just waiting to earn rewards.

  I am a person who can’t keep manuscripts. Old book friends should know this. If I can write more, I don’t need to be rewarded and encouraged by everyone, and I will send them out directly to add updates.

When there is a manuscript, there is no way to update because of the unspoken rules of the new issue. I want to update more than you... After the manuscript is not saved, all kinds of big chapters will die. Book friends who read new books at the same time can compare them a little For a moment, how many non-great god-level authors have two chapters a day like this, and each chapter has more than 3,000 words?

  For the operation of the work, this is death, but for readers, for me, it is so comfortable...

Although it hasn’t been put on the shelves yet, but this week’s six-frequency recommended PK countdown on the homepage, the upper limit of this book has basically been set. The book friends of this book have an ending, sharpen their writing skills, sharpen their control, and hope that their next instinct will be better.

  (end of this chapter)