The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

"This is a small program I made to recover data. Just wait, it will be ready in a while. Go and see Minle." An Chen stood up and patted the dust on his body. His legs were numb after sitting for a long time.

Although Jiang Yuan was rehearsing basketball, his eyes drifted to An Chen from time to time. Seeing An Chen get up, Jiang Yuan fixed his gaze and didn't even react when the ball hit him.

"Stop staring, doesn't your shoulder hurt? Just wait for about three minutes and it will be fine." An Chen looked at Jiang Yuan's stunned look, which was a little funny, but also a little distressed.

When Jiang Yuan told her that her grandfather had cancer and was about to reach the end of his life, An Chen's nose felt sore. This feeling of countdown to death was really bad. He could only wait quietly, but there was nothing he could do.

Life is like calm water, drifting with the wind, free and easy, but behind this calm there are rough waves, which will make you endure pain and suffering inadvertently. There is no way to choose, and nothing can be escaped. You can only choose to endure it and savor the suffering.

Some people will eventually leave, and we will eventually grow up and slowly learn to accept separation and learn to say goodbye to the past.

However, life, aging, illness, and death are all impermanent. Although the laws of nature are irresistible, they really cannot be accepted calmly.

An Chen looked at Jiang Yuan, but what flashed in his mind were the figures of other people, those I love and those who love me. I hope you will slow down, at least you can see me growing up.

"Our song has been selected. It is adapted from the score of a modern song. The name of the song is "Morning", the morning of the morning light." Seeing An Chen coming over, the girl who was playing the guzheng talked to An Chen.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you. I'm sorry, because we are going to shoot a video, so we need a short period of footage, about thirty to forty seconds."

"It doesn't matter. We happened to be practicing the chorus part. It's less than a minute now. We can shorten it a little bit."

"Okay, do you have any performance clothes?" An Chen thought about the clothing issue.

"Everything is available."

An Chen nodded. There was no need to worry about the costumes, but where they wanted to shoot was also a problem.

After thinking about it, An Chen came up with an idea. In fact, the venue was ready. This was not a lecture conference being prepared. Wei Ze said that the folk music exhibition hall had been decorated, so he could just go there and borrow a scene.

"You guys practice first. If you feel you're almost ready, come to me. I need to listen first."

“Should we bring our own instruments to the shoot tomorrow?”

"It's okay. There will be the instruments you need at your venue tomorrow, but if you feel comfortable with it, just bring your own."

Things on the folk music side came to an end for the time being, and An Chen went to see the current situation of the basketball team without stopping. The members of the playing and singing team were about to arrive.

"I almost forgot. I went over to see if the USB flash drive is okay." After An Chen finished speaking, he hurried back to the computer.

The applet has automatically closed after restoring the data. An Chen deleted the things smoothly. After clicking on the USB flash drive, all the data on the previous memory card should be restored. Turning off the computer, An Chen walked to the stadium with the USB flash drive.

"Jiang Yuan, give you something." An Chen shouted, then threw the USB disk to Jiang Yuan. "How are you doing in line? Can you let me have a look first?"

"Okay!" The voices shouted by a bunch of boys were indeed strong enough, but it was a bit deafening.

An Chen, Ji Xuan and Ling Han stood outside the stadium and looked at the people in the stadium. This was not a real game. Every move they made was planned.