"Eh, this..."

Just as a healer is difficult to heal himself, he may not be able to clearly distinguish whether he is singing good or bad. But in the case of the bystander, he still knows how powerful Rongyi's cappella is.

Sings better than most professional singers, as if it were a walking CD.

And it's lossless sound quality.

What's more, on that part of the cappella, he actually recalled something about his mother before.

I don't know when he started to disagree with his mother. The more he is prevented from doing something, the more he has to do it.

Let him be obedient, and he will not listen.

The obedience model? That was when I was a kid.

At that time, he really wanted to grow up quickly in order to protect his mother.

...

"Come home, young man. The old aunt assisted.

The wandering singer, who was already a little shaken, also nodded at this time.

I started packing my bags and getting ready to go home in the country. It's just over an hour's drive from the city to your home.

"Auntie, isn't it an honor for that person to sing so well?" He is still a little unwilling, why doesn't a person who sings so well rely on music to eat?

"Definitely not, I always listen to Rongyi's songs at home, and the voice is different. Besides, Rongyi doesn't have a daughter..."

She was right.

Rongyi didn't sing in his own voice, and he didn't have a daughter.

But success misled the wandering singer.

"Alas, I've been practicing for so long, and even a passerby can sing better than me. It seems that I really don't have the ability to eat music! Let's go home and apologize to my mother.

In the future, work honestly, make a fortune, and then chase your music dream. ”

......

...

"When the petals leave the flower, the dark fragrance remains. After the wind and rain, no one comes to smell the incense..."

"Instead of craving care, it's better to be wonderful together. Happiness is contagious, please be generous, Comeon..."

Rongyi took his sister's hand and passed by several clothing stores.

In the stereo outside the store, the song of Glory is playing.

didn't go far, and heard Zhang Yue's song "Meet" again

"That's a lot of people. Rong Yi sighed.

The last time he returned to the magic capital, there weren't so many people in the pedestrian street commercial street in the car.

Even if it's a Sunday.

But after a little thought, it will be understood.

A big city like Pengcheng Magic Capital will be much more deserted when it comes to the New Year, because many people will return to their hometowns for the New Year. In a small city like Pingcheng, there will be more people at the end of the year.

In particular, some people who bought New Year's goods and new clothes to prepare for the New Year came out in a swarm.

Including people from the countryside, they also like to come to the city to buy.

After all, cars are no longer a luxury that only rich families can afford.

"Brother, I want to eat that. However, not long after he left, Hatsu Hua tugged at Rongyi's hand, and pointed to the tricycle stall in front of him with the other hand.

Seeing this, Rong Yi swallowed his saliva for no reason.

Even if you are more than ten meters away, you can smell the aroma of barbecue.

"Good. ”

After speaking, Rong Yi took his sister and approached.

The stall owner was a man in his thirties, wearing a black down jacket and a dark blue apron to protect himself from oil.

After seeing the two Rongyi brothers and sisters, they immediately smiled and said hello.

"Niu Gamo, it's just a Niu Gamo, it's brown. Boss, how many do you want?"

“？？？”

Rongyi is used to speaking Mandarin, even if he is at home with his family, he generally communicates in Mandarin.

It's been a long time since I've heard a tongue.

I didn't react for a while.

The other party is talking about authentic meat buns.

Is this Chang'an's meat bun authentic when it comes to Pingcheng? Let's just count it.

"Let's have a meat bun, and chop the meat a little bit. After Rong Yi finished speaking to the stall owner, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he turned his head to his sister and asked, "Are you enough?"

"Enough, enough. Hatsuka smiled.

But her eyes kept looking at the large pile of barbecue spinning on the stall truck.

Hey, this kid is so pitiful, how long has he not eaten meat, and he is hungry like this?

However, it didn't take long for her to wave at Rongyi.

Wait for him to crouch down and attach his ears to the past.

My sister whispered: "Brother, don't tell your mother, she won't let me eat such greasy food." ”

Rongyi understands!

"Well, don't worry, it's our secret. ”

The stall owner was very skillful in his movements, shoveling down a lot of meat with a knife.

Then use a kitchen knife to chop it on a cutting board.

Immediately after that, from the stainless steel pot behind him, he took out a steaming bun. A cut was made with a knife and the minced meat was stuffed inside.

Put the meat bun into a paper bag, then take a white plastic convenient bag and put it in it, and handed it to Rongyi.

"Hello, six bucks. If you scan the code, it's there. He said in Mandarin at this time, pointing to the QR code attached to the frame of the tricycle.

In Pingcheng, most people can speak dialects.

There are exceptions, and that is for outsiders or young families in urban areas.

Rongyi took out his mobile phone, clicked on the carrier pigeon and scanned the code.

After it was done, he handed the meat bun to his sister.

"Brother, help me take the scarf, I won't be able to eat. ”

"Hmm. ”

Rong Yi took off his sister's scarf lightly and held it in his hand.

But just after walking a few steps, my sister pointed to the barbecue stall next to me: "Brother, I want to eat this too..."

Rong Yi didn't answer immediately, but swallowed his saliva again.

Sister, spare me.

If you do this again, I want to eat it too.

"Okay. ”

...

......

"Hey, it's delicious. Rongyi wiped his mouth with a tissue and put the mask back on.

Then he threw five bamboo skewers into the trash, one of which was a grilled sausage that his sister ate.

At this time, what junk food and barbecue carcinogenic thoughts, fuck it.

"First painting, on such a cold day, if you don't eat that meat bun, it will be cold. Would you like my brother to help you taste it?

"No need to help, I'll eat now. ”

After finishing speaking, she decisively put the meat sandwich bun in front of her mouth and ate it.

Left, gloomy and sad Rong Yi sighed in his heart.

Next time, next time he will definitely buy a few more meat sandwich buns.

However, not long after, her sister pointed to the half of the meat bun in her hand and asked Rongyi if she wanted to eat it.

Since his sister is so sincere, then he should be satisfied.

Save your sister from disappointing!

Ahem...

It smells so good!

No wonder my sister wants to eat meat buns so much.

"First painting, where are we going to play next?"

Rong Yi asked.

He took his sister out shopping, and there was no purpose.

Just wander around!

If you can't buy clothes, Miromolo will prepare them for him, whether it is formal or regular. Including the down jacket on his body, it is also a well-known sub-brand of Miromolo.

Except for watches, Rongyi basically does not wear them. Don't wear any earrings, necklaces, or decorative rings. As for the clothes of his parents and sister, many of them were bought by Rong Yi in the magic capital and sent back to his hometown.

Buying New Year's goods? Mom and Dad have already done it.