Qin Wenju's body was very soft and emitted a faint fragrance, which left Liang Liang quite confused.

Although his body is that of a seventeen-year-old boy, his mind is that of a mature man.

There is almost no resistance to a mature woman like Qin Wenju in her thirties.

"Sister Qin! You're deliberately setting me up."

"No! I really like you. Don't think I'm a casual person. I've been calm and collected all these years and haven't touched a single man. It's just that I don't know how I got bewitched by you, my little devil."

These sweet nothings are truly skillful, I must say.

"How am I supposed to go out and face people like this?" someone said sadly.

"Don't worry! I'll take responsibility, but I won't marry you. I won't interfere with anything you do. I won't care if you find a partner or have a girlfriend. As long as you think of me and come visit me someday, I'll be content. When I'm old and faded, I'll naturally cut ties with you."

Liang Liang sighed. This woman is truly remarkable; she's a master of manipulation.

She knew that the two were fourteen years apart in age, and it was impossible to hold a man's restless heart back, so she simply chose to be his mistress and not give him any constraints.

If you want to come, then come; if it doesn't work out, then we'll part ways.

How could Liang Liang refuse?

He didn't intend to refuse.

However, it's not something a human being would do to have sex in a private room at a restaurant.

Liang Liang slapped Qin Wenju's pert spot.

"Don't sit on my lap anymore, it won't look good if someone comes in and sees."

Qin Wenju dawdled and refused to leave, and Liang Liang finally managed to push her back to the other side.

"Then give me a kiss." Qin Wenju even showed a girlish side.

Liang Liang could only give a perfunctory response.

But Qin Wenju was already overjoyed.

She had been the one to initiate the kiss, but now he was the one to take the initiative and give her a kiss.

"I'll pick you up after the performance tonight," Qin Wenju said shyly, like a young girl.

This startled Liang Liang.

"You're going to die! The dance troupe will find out."

"If I can't find it, I have something to say: I guarantee I can find a reasonable excuse."

At this moment, Qin Wenju was beaming with joy and full of energy.

…

At 4:30 p.m., Su Ennan got off the bus at Yahe City Bus Station.

The four-hour bus ride left him feeling like his body was being shaken apart.

"Pah! This lousy road." After getting off the bus, he spat on the ground and walked out of the bus station with his travel bag.

He came to Yahe City to visit his uncle.

My uncle was sent to work in the countryside in what was then Yahe County from Lian'gang City, and he settled down here.

His uncle is a skilled erhu player and flute player. He was the best to him when he was young and was also his first music teacher.

He would visit Yahe whenever he had time during holidays and festivals.

After seeing his uncle, he was going to Xianggang. Xianggang Yi Neng Company had signed him, and he was going to Xianggang to create his new album.

In 1993, Yahe City didn't have many proper taxis or public buses.

The most common mode of transportation for picking up passengers on the streets is the tricycle, commonly known as a "board".

Suennan passed through the park in this kind of transportation.

Seeing the makeshift shed of the troupe standing in the park, Su Ennan was filled with mixed emotions.

Seven or eight years ago, when he was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he followed his uncle, who was also performing on stage, and hung out in a makeshift troupe. Unexpectedly, he made a name for himself and, with a bit of luck, has now become a somewhat famous singer.

The canopy in the park evoked a flood of memories for Su Ennan, creating an urge to get out of the car and take a look.

But looking at the time, it was almost five o'clock. I should go to my uncle's house first, otherwise they would have finished eating soon.

Thinking about it that way, I gave up the idea of ​​going to check out the makeshift troupe.

As Su Ennan passed by the greenhouse, a man in his fifties with slightly graying hair happened to be leaving the greenhouse.

The old man was strolling around the park in the afternoon when he saw the makeshift troupe's shed and stopped.

He listened to the rehearsals there for an afternoon and found the group very interesting.

The band, composed of several girls, was quite unique. Having spent several years in amateur bands, he immediately recognized that the musicians in this all-female band were all self-taught.

But what puzzled him was that the drummer's drumming seemed to have evolved from a more unorthodox style.

He had only been away from the amateur troupe for three or four years, and he had done some research on this kind of Western drum.

Moreover, the songs they rehearsed all seemed to be very hardcore. There were two of them that he had never heard before, but judging from the melodies, those two songs must be very good.

Despite his age, he is not averse to pop songs and is therefore able to make fair judgments.

It's a pity the band's lead singer isn't here; hopefully, the new lead singer won't disappoint him.

As he left the park, Sutan decided to watch a show that evening, even though the four-yuan ticket price was a bit of a pain.

Ten minutes to six, Qin Wenju returned with a beaming smile after seeing Liang Liang off. She had also casually bought three tickets, as she was bringing two of her friends to see the show that evening.

The first thing Liang Liang did upon returning to the dance troupe was to tell the troupe leader and his wife that Qin Wenju spent 180 yuan a month to spray paint the troupe's tent and buses with images of the Oriental Game Hall. Of course, he also mentioned the electric guitar and electric bass.

However, he didn't say whether the electric guitar and electric bass belonged to the dance troupe or to him personally.

Eight hundred yuan a month isn't much, but it's practically free money. They just spray two words on the shed and the outside of the bus, and the other party is responsible for spraying the words. They have no objections.

The ticket price for Bi Sheng's song and dance troupe's performance is four yuan. Now that they've moved to the city, the ticket price should naturally be raised, so it seems more prestigious, right?

This was Liang Liang's idea, which made Bi Sheng a little uneasy, fearing that the tickets wouldn't sell.

His worries were clearly unnecessary; there were even more idle people in the city, and tickets sold very well.

All three hundred tickets prepared were used up.

And now some people are making a scene because they don't have tickets to get in, which has really stirred things up.

Several young men insisted on going in, threatening to tear down the greenhouse if they weren't allowed in.

I've run into some street thugs again. I'm at my wit's end.

These are people we can't afford to offend, but we can't let them in either.

Because there are still dozens of people behind them who haven't bought tickets, once this loophole is opened, it will be impossible to control.

Just as the two sides were arguing their case, Qin Wenju arrived with her two best friends.

"Sanmanzi! What are you doing shouting so loudly here?"

Qin Wenju frowned immediately upon seeing the group of young men.

They were all scoundrels under her brother's command, who did nothing but loaf around all day.

"Big sister! You've arrived!" The guy called Sanmangzi greeted Qin Wenju with utmost respect.

"This dance troupe is going to be my arcade's partner from now on. Get out of here and stop causing trouble."

Sanmangzi paused for a moment, said "yes," and turned to leave.