let me smell the pheromones

Chapter 34

The only time Lin Pei went to the Black Horse Clubhouse was to touch the corner of the opponent.The Black Horse Club is a very compatible entertainment club. There are three blocks in total, dinner, accommodation, and entertainment. There are various small blocks under each block, and two buildings specially opened for special customers. Higher, even the waiters need to go to the manager to get the key to open the door, so that they can temporarily enter to provide services to customers.

Song Xun said that the ticket replaced the membership card to enter the Black Horse Club for consumption, but it was impossible for them to disturb other customers, so he called the manager and only gave them permission to the entertainment area, which was equivalent to a show for nothing .

But for this group of students, compared to spending money at the Black Horse Club, which is worth showing off, being taken advantage of is nothing.

Song Xun called his brother by the way and reported the incident.

He said he was brother, but as far as Lin Pei knew, Song Xun had no blood relationship with the other party. That "brother" was named Yan Xun, and he was standing in his thirties this year. If Song Xun was two years younger, he would be called uncle.It was only because they had a good relationship with their parents and had known each other for more than ten years that they got closer.

Yan Xun also does not rely on the dark horse club to make money, so he will help out with this small favor, so he naturally agreed.

So Cheng Wenqing and everyone stepped into the gate of the Black Horse Club in such a dreamlike way, Lin Pei didn't even bring his Steinway piano over——

The manager had already prepared a brand new one for him, even the strings were already tuned, and the service was beyond words.

In less than 10 minutes, the famous orchestra that was originally resident on the seventh floor of the Dark Horse Club retreated quietly and replaced it with colorful lights, ribbons and other decorations.The long table in front of the hall is full of Dom Pérignon in pure black packaging, and the words P3 on the bottle mouth are very conspicuous. Before opening the bottle, you can already smell the luxurious aroma of the wine.

Cheng Wenqing hurried up to get an autograph while the band was off work, and when she came back to see their set, she was quite proud of their aesthetics before, but now she felt ashamed when she compared the magnificent background.

Lin Pei was very open-minded, "Anyway, we are not entrepreneurs, we are all students who eat from our parents, and there is nothing wrong with being simple. Besides, they have never seen any big scenes. If we make it too flashy, they might still You want to laugh at us as cocks with long hairs on their buttocks, insisting on pretending to be peacocks."

Cheng Wenqing suddenly felt very reasonable.

I'm not afraid that you are really poor, but I am afraid that you pretend to be poor. Isn't Zhang Wenhui like this?He insisted on pretending to be a big shot even though he didn't have that strength, which made the insiders laugh.

Thinking of this, she was relieved a lot.

Song Xun ordered them to put up posters, and then found someone to put the post on the top of the forum. Cheng Wenqing's publicity team followed suit, but time was running out, and everyone had to bring their musical instruments to move, so they just posted a post, and there was no follow-up. I didn't take care of it anymore, but the effect was beyond their expectations.

10 minutes later, the post was pushed to more than 1000 floors, and the management didn't even need to put it on the top, it would be artificially pushed every half minute.

I looked through the posts inside again, and the replies were all the same.

:? ? ?

: I read the title over and over again, but I still can't figure out where there is another club in our city besides the dark horse club.

: This is not a counterfeit, right?If it's fake, then I can only ask, isn't Cheng Wenqing afraid of losing face?

: Is there anyone going to see if it's true or not?

: Brothers, my family lives near the Black Horse Clubhouse, so I'll check it out after I finish eating.

: Waiting for you to eat for a year

: You will not forget, right?Tickets are required to enter for free.

: ...Damn it!really can! ! !

:? ? ?What's going on upstairs?Talk about it carefully! !

: Knock on the bowl and wait! !

: I'm coming, I'm coming!I was led by the waiter just now! !Let me tell you the situation is like this. My friend is from the Ministry of Literature and Art. I was not interested in this thing at first. I only got the ticket because of her face. After seeing this post, I thought it was fake, but I stamped it privately. She didn't reply all the time, so I just wanted to go and have a look... Unexpectedly, before I got to the door and didn't speak, that handsome little brother in a tuxedo came over and asked me if I was a junior high school student?He also told me that if you want to go in, you need a membership card, and you can use it if you have tickets!He has a nice voice and looks super handsome! !

: Anyway, I took out the ticket, and he took out a stamp and printed it on it, and then led me to the seventh floor of the building behind, oh yes! !If you go in with the ticket, you can get a small gift, which contains snacks from the dark horse clubhouse, which are not sold outside, and there is also a decorative badge, which can be used to make friends in the circle of friends.

: I was blinded immediately after I entered... It wasn't because of the decoration, but because of the celebrities inside, can you believe it?The band that sang on the seventh floor before turned out to be the recently popular Salt Lemon! !I also saw Cheng Wenqing going up to ask for an autograph (she shed tears of jealousy)

: Not only that, I also saw Sister Zhang, the queen of sweet songs, with a super handsome man by her side, who looks like a male model, maybe she changed her boyfriend again?There are also many, many entrepreneurs, who belong to the kind of big boss who my dad knew and wanted to take away my tickets to attend instead of me (tears again)

……

These replies caused an uproar in the forum.

There are celebrities, there are singers, there are bigwigs worth hundreds of millions, even if they can't get a relationship, they can boast a year's "capital", these are enough to make people flock to them.

Soon, the ordinary party tickets gradually became the object of everyone's scrambling, and there were even small scalpers who sold tickets at high prices, reaching [-], [-] or even more exaggerated prices.

After all, we all know that tickets can be bought with money, but members of the Dark Horse Club cannot buy them.

10 minutes before leaving the venue, the spacious banquet hall like a shopping mall was immediately filled with many colors. Cheng Wenqing's band stood in the center of the hall pool, soft lights spun from top to bottom, and millions of MBL speakers heard The soft sound of the sound test, the vibration mixed with the key sound, oscillated back and forth in the hall, and the ears were filled with surround sound, as if to be overwhelmed by the music.

Cheng Wenqing took a deep breath, and stood in the backstage lounge taking deep breaths repeatedly.Lin Pei was very calm, wiped off the lipstick that Cheng Wenqing forcibly painted on, and ate a snack with a snack plate.

The taste of the egg yolk crisps is not much different from those sold outside, but the outer skin is very crispy. When you bite lightly, the crisp powder on the top will fall off, and the mouth will melt into a puddle of softness.

Ding dong.

Zhou Chengsen sent a WeChat message, taking a picture of a new milk tea shop product for him.

Lin Pei didn't know what to reply, so he casually took a photo of himself holding a snack.

[I'm still preparing backstage...]

Halfway through the call, I always felt awkward, so Lin Pei deleted all the words again.

He put away his phone, and when he turned around, he saw Song Xun discussing with the violinist about the instrument in a low voice.

Feelings are wonderful.

When you like someone so much, you are so unwilling to let go, but after you really let go, the feeling of reluctance is like a sea tide, receding layer by layer until the edge of the wave can no longer be seen.

Lin Pei thought, maybe this liking has slowly faded away, leaving only layers of obsessions that cannot be fulfilled.

Just like the old saying, what you can't get is the most moving.

He was in a daze, and Song Xun was talking, when he suddenly turned around and looked at him too.

Lin Pei was stunned for a long time before showing a smile and greeting him like a strange friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Song Xun looked at him intently, and suddenly moved his footsteps, as if he was about to walk over.However, the violinist next to him suddenly grabbed him and said a few more words. Song Xun finally broke free, and when he turned around, Lin Pei had already disappeared.

Before Lin Pei came to the stage, she received a text message from her aunt at home. She knew that Lin Pei was going to perform and play the piano today. Although she knew nothing about it, she still sent a cheering emoji.

At the end of the curtain call, all the lights dimmed. Lin Pei stood at the entrance and took a deep breath. When he came out again, the blue light hit him, dyeing the white silk shirt into a bright and translucent color, and the colorful thin beams Sweeping lightly, at that moment, it seemed as if the sea water came alive, overflowing and flowing, very bright.

Because of the needs of the stage, Lin Pei put on a little makeup, his eyebrows were gently outlined along his native hairy willows, a little highlight was stained on the bridge of his tall nose, and a layer of colored lip balm was applied to his lips.

Paired with a white shirt and black trousers, Lin Pei has a very good temperament. He never stoops, and always stands upright. At this moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and bowed. When he got up again, he seemed to have walked out of a pictorial little Prince.

Lin Pei raised his eyes and saw that the clothes in front of him were overlapping and intertwined, the crowd was fierce and lively, and the stage was cold and lonely, as if it was two worlds.

He sat on the piano bench and stepped on the pedal with his toes. At the moment when the spotlight was cast, he suddenly felt a lot of regrets. The "Grand Waltz in E-flat Major" that he had prepared for a long time suddenly couldn't be pressed.

When he started again, the prelude had already been changed.

Cheng Wenqing, who was chatting with friends in the background, gradually stopped talking. Everyone looked at the front desk suspiciously, and even Song Xun turned his head.

That is Liszt's "The Bell".

It's a song that doesn't exist on the playlist.

Lin Pei's fingers are slender. Although they are not comparable to Song Xun's big hands, they are slender and well-defined, and they have a special flavor when they hang their wrists to press the keys.

He half-lidded his eyelids, and tapped the black keys repeatedly with his fingertips, as if the vertical wall clock in the old century was ringing, and the pocket watch ticked by seconds, and the gears rotated once and then separated quickly.The music flowing out of the keys is light and agile, with flowing clouds and flowing water, with natural and elegant changes in strength and weakness. After a tight melody, it immediately calms down, but the bright tune is silently mixed with a little sadness.

Time is fast and slow at his fingertips. For a while, it is a lively girl walking in the bright countryside, and for a while it turns back to a French girl drinking coffee and reading a book under the window.

Gentle and delicate, light and elegant.

It wasn't until the last stanza that a piece of portamento fell, and the light and bright tone suddenly turned thick and heavy, with a warm but cold mood like snow, and the curtain ended silently.

Lin Pei's fingertips were numb, and he sat quietly on the piano bench for a long while. It was not until he left the stage that everyone in the audience suddenly realized that there was a warm and amazed applause.

At this time, there is only the last ending song left. Most of the people in the literature and art department have already removed their stage makeup and joined the banquet hall to eat, drink, have fun and take pictures. Leave a stack of fresh walnut crisps.

Lin Pei stepped into the door, and Song Xun was also sitting beside him. He sent a voice message on his mobile phone, which probably meant to talk about the follow-up processing. When he saw him, he immediately stood up.

Lin Pei waved his hand, signaling him to continue using it, and he was not in a hurry.

There were only the three of them in the lounge, Cheng Wenqing poured him a glass of water, looked back and forth between the two of them, and finally found an excuse to go out.

After Song Xun sent the voice, he wanted to return the phone to him, and added, "I didn't read the others."

"There's nothing shameful about it..."

Having said that, Lin Pei still reached out to pick it up.

At the moment when the fingertips touched, the phone ding-dong, and a WeChat message popped up.

Song Xun thought it was news from the literature and art group, and subconsciously glanced at it, but only vaguely saw Chris's nickname, and then immediately avoided it.

After returning the phone, Song Xun coughed and stood up, "I'm going to prepare the car, you can rest for a while, I'll ask the driver to take you home later."

Lin Pei hummed, and only started to read the messages sent by Chris after he went out.

[After all, he is your first love, you have loved him for so many years, I would regret it if it were me. ]

Lin Pei was stunned for a moment, and said nothing, then put the phone back in his pocket.

That night, Lin Pei had a dream again.

I dreamed about a long time ago.