Zhou Lanlan's song was sent again.

After Xu Guangling listened carefully again, he still replied to her: "Do it again." ”

And after receiving this reply, the little girl was really depressed.

Don't say it for the first time, this second time, every song, Zhou Lanlan sings extremely carefully, you can say that she can't be so attentive that she can't be attentive anymore!

Unqualified?

The little girl is holding her breath in her heart, and she is bound to give her best, pay attention to every detail, and use her best performance to say to the senior, "I can!"

It's like a balloon blown to the extreme.

And the balloon has now been punctured by a needle.

Come again?

How could I come again!

Zhou Lanlan is very sure that no matter what, she can't play better than the previous time, that is really the best she can do.

Zhou Lanlan's entire spirit and spirit declined all of a sudden.

Eating, sleeping, and learning line dancing are all tiresome.

When sending the document this time, Zhou Lanlan sent it privately, and now, being asked and forced by several little sisters, it was made public in private, and then Xu Guangling's reply was also displayed in front of them.

"It's too much!"

Still, some people say so.

But more than that, it is a comfort to Zhou Lanlan:

"Senior Xu won't be dealing with errands, I guess I didn't listen very carefully!"

"Lan Lan, doesn't he want to pay attention to you?"

"Who does he think he is, Lan Lan, forget it, he's not a teacher!"

Gossipy, chattering, the once brilliant seniors have been unanimously alienated and disgusted.

Zhou Lanlan just listened silently.

"Lan Lan, say, what are you going to do!"

In the end, a little sister asked Zhou Lanlan like this.

"I'll sing it again. Zhou Lanlan's tone was astringent, and she spoke with a little difficulty.

said it was to sing again, but she really didn't know how else to sing.

But the little girl is stubborn.

She.

No!

In the evening, Xu Guangling received a call from Lao Tan.

Doctor's business.

In the old lady's place, Xu Guangling got care and warmth, while in Lao Tan's place, Xu Guangling got a clumsy thank you from a man who didn't know how to express it, and he could only thank him again and again.

"Xiao Nan is healthy!"

Hanging up the phone with relief, Xu Guangling felt that this was probably one of the joys of the doctor.

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many doctors have entered the "road of no return" because of this happiness. In the case of Xu Guangling, it was purely accidental to study medicine at the beginning.

In retrospect, Zhang Lao was like a clever hunter.

First, he was seduced by health care.

However, from the sake of health, it is said that "disease" is spoken.

Xu Guangling listened curiously, and then when he heard this, he inexplicably and naturally became the old man's disciple.

The old man formally lectured on medicine.

You don't have to practice medicine to study medicine, you should learn one more skill.

God is pitiful, Xu Guangling really thinks so. Even if Zhou Qingzhu was cured later, until he left from the old man, Xu Guangling still thought so.

However.

After coming to the Northland.

At the protection station, Xu Guangling met an enthusiastic man.

This man has endured the hardships of life, but he still loves life very much, and at the same time, he loves his daughter deeply, is an out-and-out daughter treasure, and a person whose daughter wants the moon in the sky, and he can really set up a ladder to pick it up.

His daughter's health is not very good, and she is quite not optimistic.

Xu Guangling saw it.

Just one word.

- Can he be indifferent?

The answer is, no.

If he wasn't a healer, if he was just an ordinary healer, he wouldn't even be able to find anything from the photographs, and there would be no way to talk about what happened after that.

But unfortunately this is not the case.

He is a healer.

And he is a very "shocking" healer by secular standards.

At the research institute, Xu Guangling saw an old man boiling medicine.

In the sojourn research institute, the first time he saw the old man, through his words and deeds, Xu Guangling judged that this was a standard scholar with rich education, and then, when he was "the last to learn", he was quite convenient and cared for.

Xu Guangling has a pretty good feeling about this old director.

Then, seeing the old man boiling the medicine, he saw that the prescription was not very good, and he only needed one sentence to nearly double the efficacy of the medicine.

Does he say this, or does he not say it?

The answer is, seeing that scene, without any thought, he said it naturally......

This kind of thing will happen a lot in the future.

Many, much more!

Xu Guangling even wanted to call the teacher now: "All this, did you calculate it a long time ago?"

Well, Xu Guangling did not resist this situation, but a very wonderful feeling really rose in his heart. - Once, because he had seen too much in his dreams, he felt that there were roads under his feet in all directions, and he didn't know how to choose.

Writers, musicians, these two inherited from their parents and not to mention.

I got it in a dream.

It's okay to be a professional chess player, and at his level, he doesn't have to worry about running out of food. Even if you don't play professionally and become a chess coach, you can be welcomed.

It's okay to open a small pottery shop.

Find a town that is either near the mountains or near the water, with beautiful scenery, not too prosperous and rushed, and has a certain degree of development, such as Zhouzhuang.

Then, half a day to do pottery and half a day to sell, three days to open and two days to idle.

And when I am idle, I am in the small town, drinking tea, listening to music, watching the footsteps of the north and south, staggering here, slowing down here. The rough voice, Wu Nong's soft words, all gathered in a small water and soil.

"This pottery looks very beautiful, how can it be sold?"

"Ten yuan a piece, eight yuan two pieces, you look at it. Thank you for your patronage and welcome back!"

......

Many, many options are available.

But now, unconsciously, it seems, he was abducted by the old man on a road that he hadn't thought of?

It was a fun experience.

So much so that after hanging up Lao Tan's phone, Xu Guangling stayed in place for a while, and the experience of the past few months flashed in his mind like a marquee.

Then, Xu Guangling shook his head and smiled.

"A Thousand Autumns of a Great Dream", the first formal piece he composed after the encounter, the notes of which gradually sounded in his mind until the final.

And at the end of the song, along with the melody, it was a few sentences arranged by Xu Guangling at that time.

I mourn, and the world mourns with it.

When I am silent, the world is silent.

I laugh, and the world laughs with it.

I sing, the world becomes a butterfly, spreading its wings and flying.

To this day, looking back on this passage, Xu Guangling is overwhelmed with emotion.

Along the way, from ordinary people to grandmasters, the world, in front of him, has indeed become more and more colorful. And in the face of this colorful, perhaps, what he did was not to choose, but to appreciate.

It's like walking in a big garden full of flowers, why does he have to pick one of them?

Xu Guangling remembered another passage.

In "Quwei Old News", "Chengzhai Miscellaneous Notes" is also paraphrased.

"The Duke of Shu made a promise to build a lobby in his residence, and he was named after Chang Xiao. There is a tulip frame in front, high and wide can accommodate dozens of guests, every spring when the flowers are in full bloom, the swallow guest is under it. About said: There are flowers flying and falling into the wine, and they are a big white for Yu Fu. ”

"Or when the laughter is noisy, the breeze passes, and the seat is full. ”

Shengri seeks the Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new. Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

The sun will set.

The sun is like a marigold, placed in a distant place, on the table where heaven and earth meet. The marigolds poured out slightly, and what poured out was light and water.

Light is like containment, water is like wine.

Standing in front of the window, admiring the light and tasting the water, Xu Guangling was slightly drunk and slightly drunk.

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