"Then it's decided, you give me the song first, and I will definitely wait for you at the gate of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau next Tuesday afternoon." Zhao Qian was also quite straightforward, and directly finalized the matter in a few words.

"Hey, hey, Qian Hong, I need a song too?" But then Zhang Quan was in a hurry, and he couldn't even cover Ma Ji's ears, and hurriedly fought for himself: "I also want to participate in this competition, since you have exempted Miss Zhao, then give me exemption too, hehehehehe......"

"What do you want to do that, you want to sing 1000 songs, didn't I already make it clear?" But Qian Hong rolled his eyes, opened his schoolbag, tore off a piece of paper from the Tianzi grid, and then took out the pencil case, grabbed a pen casually and began to write.

"1000 is too expensive, my mother can't give me so much money for half a year, can you discuss, let's just like last time, 200 yuan." Zhang Quan said with a hippie smile.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, just use the song "Pretty Girl" to compete, it's also a new song, don't think about it for 200 yuan, go home and wash and sleep as soon as possible!" Qian Hong refused Zhang Quan while flying on the grass, and soon wrote the song "It's Not That Simple" to Zhao Qian.

"The lyrics are here, you have heard the melody, if there is a problem with the tune, go to my teacher, Director Kang of the Municipal Children's Activity Center, he has a band under him, and he has restored the melody of my song before, but I can't do it next Tuesday, I will find a chance to hum it for you again." ”

"Ah, it's this one! Lovelorn song, can you change it for me to be more festive?"

"What's festive? Are you a big-headed doll for New Year's greetings?"

"Do you believe I hit you?"

"Hehehe, this is what you don't understand, the festive is called happy, but the joy is forgotten, the sad can make people memorable, anyone who is 17-8, 20 years old and above, who has not fallen out of love a few times? This can resonate with people, and then talk about the young singer competition, don't sing the songs of love and love, do you want to sing the New Year?"

"That's right, then I'll take it. ”

As he spoke, Santana had already driven to the gate of the school, and when Qian Hong and Ma Ji came down, they immediately attracted countless attention from the surroundings.

"Hey Qian Hong, what are you all talking about?" asked Ma Ji, who got into the car in a daze, and then got out of the car in a daze, looking at Santana who had already driven away, this kid was a little reluctant.

"Discuss how to sell you, see if your body is worth 100 yuan. Qian Hong joked and walked up the playground.

"You're lying, tell me what's good!" Ma Ji, the kid, also hurried after him.

It may be because of being blocked by Zhao Qian, or it may be that the gust of wind has passed, or it is because the weather is getting colder and colder, anyway, the number of idlers who appeared around Qian Hong will be directly zeroed in the next few days, and soon Qian Hong will return to his previous peaceful days.

Of course, the business of quail soup is still very hot, Qian Hong later had to order many times with the backer of the mountain, get the bud rice to be processed into bud rice noodles, and finally satisfied the appetite of the quails, and the business license was also handled very smoothly, Zhao Qian deserved to be the daughter of the big leader, she took Qian Hong into the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the person in charge changed his face with a smile at a glance, simply put, it was a green light all the way.

After the art show, Qian Hong is famous in the local literary and art circles, and someone will invite Qian Hong to participate in activities every once in a while, but what makes people headache is that most of this kind of performance activities are free, so Qian Hong can't raise the slightest interest, in principle, he can push it, and he will deal with it if he can't push it.

In the blink of an eye, it was early January, and Qian Hong and others ushered in the final exam of the first half of the fifth grade, which was a disaster for other little hairy heads, but for Qian Hong, it was as easy as a game, and he finished writing all the test papers with a calm face.

The results came out in a few days, math 100, Chinese 98, this time it was not Mr. Li who deliberately found fault, but Qian Hong himself wrote a wrong pinyin, and he really couldn't complain about others.

It's a pity that he didn't get the double hundred, but it's enough to ask for the former scumbag attributes, and because of this achievement, Qian Hong was also fiercely praised by his parents.

After the exam, it is the much-anticipated winter vacation, although the temperature outside has dropped to minus 15-6 degrees, but for these little hairy heads, there are still a lot of things to play, Qian Hong's small game hall also plans to extend its business hours to make a good fortune for him.

On January 6th, the last time I arrived at school before the winter vacation, I said that I wanted to explain the safety issues of the holiday and distribute the winter vacation homework, so after Qian Hong fed the quails in the morning, he wore a big cotton hat, a big cotton jacket and big cotton pants, and the ball began to roll in the direction of the school.

Yesterday it snowed heavily for a whole day, causing the snow on the roof to reach half a foot thick, and in the morning the main street was okay to say, there were factories and residents to cooperate with the clean-up, and it would not affect the traffic, but in some inconspicuous alleys, every step was quite strenuous, and the smart way was to step on the footsteps of the predecessors.

At this moment, Qian Hong was walking on such a road, he planned to find Ren Hongwei to go to school together, but who knew that as soon as he walked to the door of Ren Hongwei's house, the sound of glass breaking sounded, Qian Hong was just stunned, Ren Hongwei rushed out like a gust of wind, and he only wore a sweater on his body, and he didn't even wear a coat with a bare head.

"Get out, don't let me see you, you eye-catching ......" followed behind Ren Hongwei, and scolded mercilessly.

Seeing this, Qian Hong shook his head, took off his neck sleeve and handed it to Ren Hongwei, this thing can barely play the role of a hat on his head, but this dress really can't be given to him, otherwise Qian Hong himself will catch a cold, and the winter in Heilongjiang is not a joke.

"Why did you mess with your dad again?" Qian Hong asked as he looked at the panting Ren Hongwei.

"I didn't mess with him, he was on the night shift last night, and he drank too much when he got up early in the morning, and he made me drunk. Ren Hongwei was blown by the cold wind, and he couldn't help rubbing his arm with his hand seal.

"You can't do this, I'll go in and get you some clothes!"

"Qian Hong, aren't you afraid that my father will beat you together? He is drunk and crazy, but the six relatives don't recognize it!"