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Chapter 658 A man who ran away from home

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    ¡°The subway cars at around five o¡¯clock in the evening should have been occupied by white-collar workers after get off work, but today is obviously a special situation.

    Subway trains passed by one after another, and each section was filled with enthusiastic young people.  Some of them are fashionably dressed, some are dressed ordinary, some are simply wearing school uniforms, and some have put a lot of effort into wearing bright headbands on their heads, holding fluorescent sticks that have not yet been lit up

    They talked and laughed excitedly.  The breath of youth is vigorous and vigorous, attracting attention.

    A group of middle-aged people were stuck on the platform and couldn't get on the subway for a long time. Their hearts turned from irritability to confusion. They thought they had missed some holidays, but after thinking about it carefully, it turned out that they didn't.

    After watching the crowded subway go away again, someone muttered: "There are so many people, and I don't know why they are going there."

    "I'm going to the concert." The person who answered was a woman in her thirties, her voice and temperament had been smoothed and smoothed by the years, as if few things in life could surprise her.

    The middle-aged man shook his head at the answer "concert" and whispered in dialect about which unscrupulous person held the concert and prevented him from going home.

    Women know who the [immoral person] is.

    She looked carefully at the name tag held in the arms of the young man in the carriage.

    ¡¾Han Jue.  ¡¿

    It¡¯s such a familiar yet unfamiliar name.

    I used to recite my name hundreds of times a day, but now I don¡¯t feel anything when I recite it again.

    Another train approached the platform, and it was still crowded. Zhang Yang could see through the train window, covering the entire platform.  The woman looked at those young people, her eyes full of nostalgia for her restless youth.

    She has never been to a concert, not even once.  When she was young, she had thought countless times about saving money, going to her idol's concert, and becoming one of the tens of thousands of voices in the chorus.  But all the preparations disappeared when Han Jue left the team.

    She still remembers how miserable she cried at that time.  But now that personnel have changed, she can't say whether she hates Han Jue or not. She just feels that she was so stupid at that time to put her feelings so passionately into another person.

    I don¡¯t know if she learned that lesson. In the rest of her life, whether making friends or falling in love, she would always give half of her feelings and hide the other half.  Therefore, she is not sad when her friends and people say bad things about her behind her back, and when her lover betrays her, she can face everything calmly.  She felt lucky for herself.  This is what she learned from Han Jue's incident.

    Train after train passed in front of them, and the middle-aged man saw an opportunity early, squeezed into the carriage, and left.  The woman, on the other hand, sat on a chair in the center of the platform and was not in a hurry to go home.  No one is waiting for her at home, so there is no need to rush back.  The cheating man said that he would take away all the things left at her house today, and she didn't want to see him when she went back.

    The woman quietly watched the people coming and going in front of her, watching the young people in the carriage rushing to the concert gradually being replaced by office workers.  When the carriage began to be sparse with office workers, the woman stood up and walked into the carriage.

    The woman entered the last carriage of the train. She sat down on a seat, raised her head and looked at the door.  The stops where the train stops are marked above the doors.  If she remembered correctly, the third to last station was near the [100,000-person stadium].

    It¡¯s really amazing. We can already hold a concert in the [100,000-person stadium].  the woman thought.

    The train slows down and stops at the next stop.

    As soon as the car door opened, a group of people rushed out.  They were young, energetic, and excited, filling the carriage to a full capacity.

    One of the dark-skinned young men seems to be the boss of this group of people, but he doesn¡¯t seem to be.  Because even though he was called "Boss" by others, when he said he wanted to sit down, no one ignored him and only gave the remaining seats to the other two girls.

    The dark-skinned young people shouted angrily that their wages would be deducted. Everyone shouted "No" and "I was wrong" with dull expressions and motionless bodies, which was extremely perfunctory.  However, the boss coldly snorted, "You know you're scared, right?" Quan Dang maintained the boss's dignity, and the matter could be turned over.  The group of people laughed and laughed again.

    Someone in the crowd asked: "Boss, are we going to go to the concert empty-handed like this?"

    The young man nicknamed [Boss] replied: "It's okay! You will be given out when you get there. There are clothes and light sticks You'd better not take more, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

    Someone else asked: ¡°After watching the concert, can we have a social gathering with the support club?¡±

    After this person asked, some single men immediately smiled.

    The boss is not thereSuspicious, she raised her phone and explained: "I can't find any scalpers with tickets on my phone."

    Xiaochi grinned: "Okay, I'll ask for you!"

    The woman quickly thanked her.

    Although the woman is far away from the concert, she still knows to some extent that there are no scalpers on the mobile phone, and there must be scalpers outside the stadium.  What she knows better is that people who can use serial numbers at concerts to build teams must either have a relationship with the artist, have channels with the organizer, or have acquaintances with the government, no matter what.  The authenticity and efficiency are higher than trying your luck with scalpers outside the stadium.

    But if Xiaochi doesn¡¯t have it, and neither does the on-site scalper, then it¡¯s gone, and that¡¯s a big deal.

    While waiting for Xiaochi¡¯s reply, the woman saw the person sitting next to her suddenly stood up and changed places with the girl named Xiaoxia in front of her.

    The woman didn¡¯t know what Xiaoxia was going to do, so she nodded politely.

    However, Xiaoxia was not polite to her and asked directly: "Were you a fan of Han Jue before?"

    The woman looked into Xiaoxia¡¯s eyes.

    Xiao Xia: "A fan from eight years ago?"

    The woman still didn¡¯t answer.

    Xiaoxia: "You know the president and Apple, right?"

    The woman finally nodded.

    Xiaoxia: "They also know you?"

    Woman: ¡°We knew each other before, but not necessarily now.¡±

    Xiaoxia smiled: "That's enough."

    The woman didn¡¯t understand what Xiaoxia¡¯s smile meant.

    "There's no need to ask over there." Xiaoxia pointed to Xiaochi, who was struggling with her cell phone, and said to the woman, "You have a ticket."

    "The woman was a little surprised. Looking at Xiaoxia, Xiaochi, and others, she wondered if all this was a scam.

    Xiao Xia: "Han Jue left tickets for you."

    With one word, the woman instantly restrained all her mental activities and paused.

    Xiao Xia said that she had to confirm with the president before she could get the ticket: "What was your nickname in the support club before?"

    The woman was in a trance, as if she couldn't even think. She replied: "[Mai Zi]. They used to call me [Mai Zi]."

    "Maizi" Xiaoxia was reading while typing on her mobile phone.

    Maizi: "You said Han Jue left tickets forus?" She didn't understand why it was [them], but she seemed to understand.

    "Lao Han didn't hold this concert to make money from the beginning. He said he just wanted to get together with his fans - mainly to get together with you old fans. We new fans don't get this kind of treatment."  Xiaoxia put down her phone and explained.  When he said it at the end, he had a hehe look on his face.

    Maizi only thought Xiaoxia was joking.

    Xiao Xia explained with actions.  After operating on her phone for a while, she showed Maizi what was on it and said, "Look."

    Maizi took the phone and saw a WeChat user interface displayed on the phone - Han Jue's WeChat.  If it weren't for the tens of millions of followers and certification marks, and just looking at the single-digit dynamic number, Maizi would probably think it was a high-end imitation account.

    But this is indeed Han Jue¡¯s peculiarity.

    Han Jue doesn¡¯t play Weite all year round, so asking him to update is like killing him.  The two latest updates are one from two years ago and one from two days ago.  The one from two days ago was a sentence and a picture.

    Xiao Xia said that Han Jue said in the comments: "As long as you stayed at Lao Han's support club eight years ago, and after taking out the records or having someone testify, you can get free tickets to listen to Lao Han's concert."

    Maizi nodded, but did not click on the comment immediately. She just looked at the photo silently.

    The photo is a concert poster: in the vast expanse of black, Han Jue is in the middle, carrying a bag, leaving only his back, and half of him has been submerged in the darkness.  In the blank space of the poster, there is a dark gold title - [A man who ran away from home].

    There is a line of text above the photo: [Everyone from eight years ago, come to my concert.  ¡¿(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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