Luo Ling waved his hand regretfully and said, "If I didn't only have 50 yuan left, I would definitely treat you guys to a big meal."
Chen Ya twirled the drumstick in his hand and said, "Come on, why are we still talking about this? You should focus on preparing for your concert and new album and try to slap those people in the face."
Daolang nodded like a primary school student: "Yeah!"
Then it was time to say goodbye. Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai walked him to the door. He was carrying a dirty travel bag and said:
"No need to send me down anymore. I'm going to walk the rest of the way by myself."
Chen Ya said: "Ignore the rumors and be yourself."
Daolang said: "In fact, I have always regarded you as my master in my heart."
"No, you'd better call me the guide. I feel uncomfortable."
"I'm leaving."
Daolang walked a few meters away, then suddenly turned back and said loudly, "You know, I was thinking, how great it would be if you met Jiang Xinhai first, and then met someone as unlucky as me."
Jiang Xinhai asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
Daolang didn't answer and just walked away.
Chen Ya returned to the house silently.
Although the person has left, the passion left in the room seems to still be there.
Jiang Xinhai grabbed his clothes and shook them twice: "Hey, what did he mean just now?"
Chen Ya pushed open the window, intending to disperse the smell in the air.
"He probably thought that if I met you first, I would become famous first and become a higher-ranking celebrity, and then those big names wouldn't dare to bully us."
Jiang Xinhai blinked his bright eyes: "Is the big shot bullying you? Who is it?"
Chen Ya sighed, looked back at Jiang Xinhai, and said helplessly: "The entire Chinese music scene."
"It's not just one or two people. Daolang and I have offended almost the entire Chinese music scene."
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