Zhou Ailing is a famous beauty in school, and even in the Municipal Education Commission. Whether it is a secret love or a blatant pursuit, he is rejected again and again. He believes that as long as Zhou Ailing is in school, he will have a chance. But now Zhou Ailing is leaving, and maybe he will never come back in the future. How can he not let them be hurt? The most important thing is that before, everyone was teachers and their status was equal, but after today, everyone is from two worlds. They are still ordinary teachers, while Zhou Ailing is a shining star, which makes them unable to touch again.

"Aileen, Aileen, why didn't you show up before? You sing so well."

"What do you know? Aileen's voice is good, especially I believe this song is very suitable for her."

"Ailing, will you come back to see us in the future if you leave this time?"

"I've brought the camera, everyone gets out of the way and takes a picture."

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ailing surrounded Zhou Ailing and came outside the office building. The camera shutter was clicking and the camera shutter was clicking. Zhou Ailing kept smiling and chatting with her colleagues, regardless of gender, and was very patient. This also shows how popular Zhou Ailing is in school.

Wu Kemin stood in front of the office window and looked out, smiling and muttering: "This girl is so popular, fortunately she wasn't letting her go."

A female teacher with a ponytail and looking lively and cute, took Zhou Ailing's hand and said, "Sister Ailing, you must come back often, otherwise I think you can do anything."

Zhou Ailing turned around and said to everyone: "Don't worry, I will definitely be back if I have time."

Chen Chuan had been hiding in the distance to smoke. At first, no one noticed him. The cute female teacher waved at Chen Chuan in the distance and shouted with a smile: "Hey, why are you doing so far? Come over quickly and protect your princess, otherwise she will be taken away in a while."

Indeed, those male teachers have been eyeing each other and probably want to find opportunities to say something to Zhou Ailing alone, but now there is no chance, and they are all anxious.

Chen Chuan smiled and walked over: "It's over, let's go."

Just as Zhou Ailing was about to speak, the cute female teacher shouted: "Wait, don't leave!"

Chen Chuan was stunned. The cute female teacher circled around Chen Chuan. At this time, another young female teacher ran to Chen Chuan, pointed at Chen Chuan, and said in surprise.

"You... are you Chen Chuan?"

"Ah!" The cute female teacher also called out, "Yes, Chen Chuan, why do I look so familiar? I like the poem of youth so much."

Her scream was like a gun. The female teachers pushed away the man blocking her very fiercely, and surrounded Chen Chuan with a whistle.

Chen Chuan looked at Zhou Ailing, and Zhou Ailing gave him a helpless smile.

"Chen Chuan, let's take a photo."

"Chen Chuan, what is your relationship with Ailing?"

"Chen Chuan, how did you and Ailing meet?"

The messy questions made Chen Chuan not know who to answer first, so he could only raise his hands helplessly and shout: "Stop, stop, listen to me, Zhou Ailing and I are friends, and we are very good friends."

"Very good friend?" said the cute female teacher with a smile, "How good is it? How good is it?"

Chen Chuan smiled bitterly: "We are neighbors and grew up together."

"Oh!" the women said oh, and said in unison, "So they are childhood sweethearts." Then they laughed.

The cute female teacher said, "Okay, we won't make things difficult for you. Take a picture with us and let you go." After that, she raised her head and shouted, "Who is in your hand? Take it over quickly."

A male teacher in his thirties reluctantly handed over his indifference, and the cute female teacher snatched it over: "What, Comrade Zhao Shuai, are you still willing to use your camera?"

"No!" Zhao Shuai smiled awkwardly, "If I don't want to, I won't take it over, and I have bought several rolls of film privately."

The cute female teacher waved her hand: "Okay, we will share the film money and photo laundering money. Let's share it with you and let you pay for it alone, and we feel sorry for it."

Chen Chuan was fiddled with for a long time, and I don’t know how many photos he took. After he and Zhou Ailing left school, they called Zhou Pei and the others to meet at the bus station, it was almost eleven o’clock.

"What are you doing? Why are you doing for so long?" Tang Huining asked dissatisfiedly.

Zhou Ailing said: "I was entangled and took a long time to get out."

Zhou Pei asked, "You colleagues?"

"Yes!" Zhou Ailing said: "Everyone thought I resigned and would not go back in the future, so they both pestered me to take photos."

"Hmm?" Tang Huining asked, "I heard what you meant, didn't resign?"

Zhou Ailing told the story: "That's all we can do."

Tang Huining nodded and said with a smile: "It's great. I don't want to sing anymore, and I'll still be a gardener when I come back."

Zhou Aiguo said, "Okay, don't stand here and chat. It's quite cold. Let's talk about it when you get in the car."

"Laiqing, Laiqing, you're on the bus soon. If you want to leave, get on the bus soon. If you're late, you can only wait for the next bus."

Chen Chuan looked up and saw a van parked on the side of the road, a guy with sunglasses standing by the car door to pick up passengers.

Chen Chuan curled his lips and said, "It's such a coincidence that I actually met an acquaintance. I saved the fare today."

Zhou Pei looked over and thought for a while before he remembered: "Oh, that gangster named Xiaomao."

"Look at your memory!" Chen Chuan gave her a blank look, walked over, and greeted with a smile, "Brother Xiao Mao, it's such a coincidence that he disappeared for a while."

When Xiaomao saw Chen Chuan, she shivered, her legs were weak, and she almost stopped. The smile on her face was even worse than crying: "Big...Brother, stop joking, just call me Xiaomao, don't call me brother, I'm afraid!"

"Yo!" Chen Chuan said, "It's really strange that you, Brother Mao, are afraid of."

"Brother!" Xiao Mao bowed again and again, almost kneeling down, "You can spare me."

Zhou Pei said, "Okay, get in the car quickly, what time is it."

"Are you going back to Laiqing?" Xiao Mao was excited. As long as he didn't come to cause trouble on purpose, "Get on the bus, get on the bus, all tickets today are free, I will send my brothers and sisters for free."

Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Since Brother Mao is so proud of his face, let's get in the car."

There were already a few people in the car. After Chen Chuan and the others got on the car, the passengers were full. Xiao Mao said to the driver: "Drive!"

The driver looked back and said nothing, started the car and drove away from the station slowly.

The county art troupe, Ma Rongqing, was drinking tea in Du Yuanjing's office. Since the Provincial Spring Festival Gala, the fire of gunfire has increased, and invitations have followed one after another.

Not only the counties and cities, but also the surrounding counties and cities will find any activities. With more performances, the income will naturally be greater. After the New Year, Du Yuanjing's life was quite comfortable. Even when he went to the city for a meeting, his back was straight, so let alone the toughness.

At this time, on the desk in front of the two, there was a big red invitation, which was beautifully made, with the words: "1994 Xiangjiang Red Rock Night Invitation Letter."

After sucking, Du Yuanjing took a sip of tea, looked down at the invitation and said, "I didn't expect that a few little guys would become popular in Xiangjiang. There were invitations for such a large concert."

Ma Rongqing said: "You should worry less about them. Think about the fact that there are more and more performances in the group. Those programs are too monotonous. Now they are popular, so it's easy to say. When the popularity continues, the programs in the group cannot hold on."

"Hey!" Du Yuanjing sighed, "I have no choice for the time being. The songs of that boy Erchuan are very popular. Let's use them first. Anyway, he doesn't dare to care about my copyright fee."

Ma Rongqing said: "After the New Year, I helped register the copyright through friends from the Music Association."

Du Yuanjing was stunned: "It's the music copyright association that was established last year?"

"Yes!" Ma Rongqing nodded, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea.

Du Yuanjing smiled and said, "Copyright is a joke in our country. To be honest, it is useless to register or not."

Ma Rongqing said: "my country's protection of copyright is indeed worrying, but I believe it will get better and better in the future."

"Hope!" Du Yuanjing said, "The little bastard Erchuan has many ideas. When he comes back, ask him how our art troupe should conduct it."

Ma Rongqing said sarcastically: "You can say this."

Du Yuanjing said with a blushing face: "What can you say? If that little bastard is willing, I, the leader of the group, will immediately give him a seat."

Ma Rongqing smiled and said, "Are you really willing to give way?"

Du Yuanjing said: "What are you unwilling to do? Do you think I am willing to be this broken group leader? I don't care which one of them eats, drinks, and defecation. In the past, I had no money in the group, so I ran around and ran to the county every day to ask for money. Now I have money, and I am worried about the future. What's the point of being the leader?"

"Hahaha!" Ma Rongqing burst into laughter and looked very happy.

"Ouch!" The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Shen Chuan walked in with a thief. "I said two old men, why are you so happy? I heard you laugh downstairs."

Ma Rongqing put away his laughter and snorted, pretending that he didn't see Shen Chuan, he picked up the teacup and drank tea on his own.

Du Yuanjing didn't even snort, so he simply ignored Shen Chuan.

Shen Chuan looked at the two old men for no reason. Why did he come in by himself? He suddenly looked stern again: "I'm talking to you, you two, I don't seem to offend you."

Ma Rongqing still didn't say anything, Du Yuanjing ignored him. The two of them sat there holding teacups, like Buddha, with their eyes hanging down, and I don't know if they were asleep.

"Ah!" Shen Chuan turned around the two old men, scratched his head, sat on the desk, and then saw the invitation letter, "Huh!"

Shen Chuan picked it up and saw that in 1994, the 1994 Xiangjiang Red Rock Night, he was so familiar with this. In another world, he watched videos online more than once. That concert was really crazy, and it was also the peak moment of mainland rock.

The scene was filled with media from all over the world and nearly 10,000 Xiangjiang audiences. They rarely had the opportunity to witness the brilliant rock from the mainland. In Xiangjiang, a major entertainment center for Chinese people, the Red Stadium has always been regarded as a stage for idols and superstars. People have always come here just for entertainment and seek happiness in sound, light, dance and shadow.

Before that, there was no concert like that day, no familiar idols, no gorgeous clothes, and no one even brought the whistles and fluorescent sticks that were common in the performances of Xiangjiang. They came empty-handed. This was a performance that no one had seen before and did not know what happened. In the situation that no one could have expected, a three-and-a-half-hour concert fell into an incredible state almost the whole process. The strict regulations of the Red Stadium in history could not stop tens of thousands of audiences who were determined to stand up. They danced and roared with their hands and throats, and they paused and jumped with their feet. Even the media and security personnel who had always seen the performance scenes fell into excitement. In Xiangjiang, there was almost no concert like this crazy.

Everyone thought it was just a brilliant beginning, but they didn’t expect it to become an unattainable legend and peak, and they didn’t expect that the Chinese music scene would wither more than 20 years later. Many people sighed that the rock of China in the 1900s was so awesome.

Chen Chuan put down the invitation letter, which said that the concert was at the end of October. At that time, the World Cup was over. According to the popularity of Gunshua in the world, if it was a representative of mainland rock, it would be a waste to be just a foil and serve as a background for certain relatives. He did not lower himself and elevate other people's noble sentiments.

Seeing Chen Chuan lowering his head and frowning, and not knowing what he was thinking, Du Yuanjing finally couldn't help it: "Little bastard, what are you thinking? Don't you want to go to this rock night concert?"

Chen Chuan raised his head: "Whether to go or not depends on the situation."

Du Yuanjing was stunned: "What's the situation?"

Chen Chuan said his thoughts: "I can't do such a fool like to act as a background for others and take advantage of the reputation of Gunhua."

Ma Rongqing also spoke: "This is right. If you really succeed, the name of the band Guns and Roses will resound throughout the world. It doesn't matter whether you participate in this rock night or not. Even if you participate, it means that you will participate in the mainland rock. You must not be a foil for someone and reduce your value."

Du Yuanjing said: "Let's stop talking about this, boy, now the art troupe is facing a big crisis. If it cannot be solved, it will not take long to disband."

Chen Chuan curled his lips: "Stop coming, do you think I don't know? No matter what the crisis is, with the current popularity of the art troupe, there will definitely be no problem with having enough food within two years."

"What about two years later?" Du Yuanjing said.

Chen Chuan said with a smile: "The soldiers come and the generals come and block the water and the soil, and I will talk about it in two years."
To be continued...