Rebirth of the National Male God

After half an hour.

When Sihuang arrived at her destination, she didn't call Zhuang Jin, parked her car and walked down.

Some people are born to be the spotlight, and Sihuang is obviously of this type.

Under the dim sky, the lights outside the Grand Theater were not too bright, and there was a red carpet on which men and women walked.

As soon as Si Huang appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The dark blue double-breasted suit, from the collar, tie, cuffs to the pockets and buttoning positions, is impeccable in every detail. She had a light smile on her face, not too enthusiastic or indifferent, just right to make people feel like a spring breeze, unconsciously forgetting her true age, and she did not dare to despise her psychologically.

It is simply a little gentleman who came out of a wealthy family with a long history!

"I know him." A lady said softly: "Little majesty, my daughter likes him. Haha, I'm not happy to ask her to come to the concert. When I go back and tell her, I will regret it to death."

"It's Sihuang! It's the first time I've seen him in person. He's as beautiful as the one on the screen. Even jealousy makes people jealous." The beautiful lady holding the man whispered.

Si Huang heard the surrounding discussions into her ears. Standing on the red carpet, she was not in a hurry to leave. She paused in place with a leisurely posture, without any embarrassment and stage fright.

A lot of women who came with them couldn't help but move, and finally a pair of girlfriends gathered up the courage and approached Sihuang.

"Hello, the two of us are your fans." The woman in the long purple dress said nervously.

Sihuang turned around and smiled at them, "Thank you."

The two who received the response showed pleasant smiles, which also reduced their nervousness and embarrassment. The woman in the black dress on the right said, "Why is Your Majesty standing here alone?"

Sihuang shrugged, "It seems that the person who asked me hasn't arrived yet, and there is no ticket." In a helpless tone, the smile on his face clearly didn't care. This humorous look amused the two young women and aroused their minds, "Tickets, we just have one more ticket, why don't your Majesty wait for the person who missed the appointment, and come with us?" The woman in the purple skirt took out the extra tickets, which originally belonged to a man who accompanied them.

"Who is it? It's too much. I've made an appointment with Si Huang and I'm late! I also have more tickets here. It's still a good seat. How about sitting with Si Huang and me!"

After discovering that Sihuang did not refuse the contact of the two women, other single or independent women around him also gathered around one by one.

They were all dressed up exquisitely and surrounded Si Huang in the middle, making other men jealous for a while, but they had to admit that Si Huang did have the charm to make women take the initiative. Now she is comfortable in the crowd of women, and her graceful appearance is pleasing to the eyes of men, let alone women.

"I'm sorry, it's me who invited Si Huang." The male's magnetic voice sounded.

Si Huang and the girls all looked up.

Zhuang Jin was wearing an iron-gray suit and a black trench coat. Gao Jian's figure and the melancholy temperament of a mature man made people shine.

With a decent smile on his face, he walked in front of Si Huang, "Fortunately, I arrived in time, or else you were invited away by a beautiful woman, and I wouldn't even have time to regret it."

Sihuang sneered in her heart. She had discovered Zhuang Jin's car long ago. He arrived earlier than her but didn't show up. Was it to watch her make a fool of herself or did she think she would call him in a hurry? With a non-salty smile on the surface, "I didn't expect you to be such a careless person. You already owe me twice, including forgetting to report the time and place before."

Zhuang Jin shook his head, "Okay, it's all my fault, next time you ask me anything, I'll agree to you." Then he smiled at the girls: "Ladies ladies, if you don't enter the concert, the concert will begin."

Most of the women present knew Zhuang Jin. After all, the other party was a successful person who often appeared in magazines and newspapers. He was the youngest mayor of H City. This achievement was enough to make everyone in H City familiar with him. Now that he, the righteous master, has come, the women reluctantly gave in and entered the Grand Theater each.

"Let's go too?" Zhuang Jin looked down at Si Huang.

Si Huang raised his eyelids to look at him, and could see the tenderness in his eyes clearly. This is a man who is good at exerting his own charm. He is gentle and inclusive, and people can't help but have the illusion that he is deeply obsessed with himself, and silently falls into the net he has compiled. A smile also appeared on Si Huang's face, and she replied generously, "Let's go."

This attitude?

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhuang Jin's eyes.

It was Si Huang's generous and natural attitude that allowed the people who secretly observed them to dispel their inner-colored guesses, thinking that the two of them might really be good brothers and good friends.

The theater was quiet, and most of it was already full.

Zhuang Jin's ticket location is the single room in the front row on the second floor.

There are retro leather sofas, coffee tables and dim sum dining.

Si Huang chose to sit on the two-seater sofa, but his posture was casual, leaning against the armrests, his legs resting on the sofa, and it was obvious that he did not intend to sit with anyone.

Zhuang Jin's eyes swept across her straight and slender legs, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. This kid really surprises him all the time, always reacting unexpectedly.

Zhuang Jin sat on the sofa opposite Si Huang, picked up the flyer on the table, and said softly in a magnetic voice: "The home court of this concert is pororo, I have participated in the competition since I was ten years old and won the championship in the youth competition. , she will be twenty-five years old this year, and today is her twenty-fifth birthday." He raised his eyelids and saw the boy opposite him looking at him, seemed to listen carefully, and his tone was more gentle, "It's a pity that she is impeccable in skills. However, emotionally, it has never been able to break through. Artists are not enough to have strength, but also need sensibility. If you don't have experience, you can't have insight, it's difficult to create something that belongs to you, and you can't bring your own feelings. Die makes no difference."

Sihuang: "It sounds like you understand art very well."

Zhuang Jin looked at her deeply, "Actually, I have always wanted to be an artist, and I consider myself an artist."

"What kind of art?"

"Explore the shining points in human nature."

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, which was deep and incomprehensible, and his low tone was meaningful.