Xu Guangling tongue lotus flower.

His eloquent talk was both comprehensive and concrete, both simple and profound, and many of the contents simply poked into the hearts of Mr. and Mrs. Zhou.

So it didn't take long to talk, and Xu Guangling's understanding or ability in medical skills achieved preliminary but considerable affirmation from the two.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Zhou suddenly looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then patted her leg: "Oh, patronizing and chatting, it's not early, I have to go grocery shopping." Xiao Xu, what do you want to eat? ”

"Master, make me some ribs. I ate a meal at your place back then, and I still can't help but think about it. Xu Guangling said.

"Hee-hee, the braised pork ribs made by my mother are delicious. Zhou Lanlan spoke for the first time at this time, and she had been watching and listening silently before, "Mom, I'll go with you, I'll buy ribs, I'll pick them!"

"You're going to pick a big-headed ghost!" Mrs. Zhou laughed, but she was still held by her daughter, and then went out together.

After the mother and daughter left, there were only two men left in the living room.

Xu Guangling seemed to be a little less restrained, more direct, and said to Lao Zhou: "Teacher Zhou, your body must be in a sub-healthy state, why don't you let me use acupuncture to help you recuperate?"

"Are you really good?" Lao Zhou looked at Xu Guangling sideways, he was more direct.

Lao Zhou is a very qualified class teacher, not to mention the students with good grades, even those with poor grades, he can also get along with them, and then gain trust.

So he is also a very prestigious class teacher in the eyes of the students in the class.

It is prestige and not majesty.

"Sure!" Xu Guangling almost patted his chest and promised.

"Then try it. Lao Zhou responded very happily, and said, "Does it hurt?"

"I promise it doesn't hurt at all!" Xu Guangling seemed to have become the kind of man who walked the rivers and lakes to sell strong pills in ancient times, and almost lost the slogan of all-inclusive insurance.

However, Xu Guangling didn't bring silver needles with him this time, and there were several sets of silver needles given to him by Zhang Lao, which were packed in a small box, which was not large and convenient to carry, but it was inconvenient to carry it personally.

Xu Guangling quickly returned home and took the silver needle back.

So, when Zhou Lanlan's mother and daughter came back from grocery shopping, what they saw was that the air conditioner at home was hot, and there was a reclining chair next to the small coffee table in the middle of the living room.

Lao Zhou was lying on it, bare on his arm, and there was a row of silver needles on his arm.

"Yo, this is ......" Mrs. Zhou looked at her husband like this, and then looked at Xu Guangling, "Xiao Xu, are you giving your teacher a needle?"

"I let Mr. Zhou see my craft. Xu Guangling said.

Mrs. Zhou was a little ridiculous, and she had nothing to say for a while, but said, "I'm going to cook." ”

Zhou Lanlan stayed in the living room.

"Senior, how long does it take to get better?" Zhou Lanlan looked at her father, and then asked Xu Guangling.

Lao Zhou is snoring at the moment.

"An hour or two. Xu Guangling said.

Then Zhou Lanlan took the initiative to report the situation, "Senior, I'm singing those songs, it's almost ready." ”

Xu Guangling nodded, and then said, "Don't rush, take your time." ”

There doesn't seem to be much to talk about between the two.

Xu Guangling behaved clumsily.

Zhou Lanlan's shyness and restraint gradually disappeared, and she gradually talked more, she was already a hearty and generous girl. At this moment, she told Xu Guangling a lot of things in school, about studying, about dancing, and about the Internet.

In short, there are a lot of topics, and I won't finish it.

Xu Guangling simply agreed, but no matter inside or outside, he would definitely not be perfunctory.

So although he didn't talk much, more often he just listened and nodded, but it didn't make the little girl feel cold, so she still spoke.

This continued until Mrs. Zhou prepared the meal.

Including rice boiled and pork ribs stewed, etc., the rest will have to wait for later.

"What are you talking about? Look at the way you talk about it. Mrs. Zhou came from the kitchen to the living room.

"Sit down and drink some water to moisten your throat. Xu Guangling poured a cup of hot tea, and then offered his kindness doggedly, "Lan Lan and I are talking about things in school, studying, singing, dancing, etc. ”

"It's just right, Xiao Xu, tell me about her!" Mrs. Zhou said, "This girl doesn't know what's going on, and she wants to go to an art school with all her heart." Do you think it's not good for her to get into a serious university, you have to think about those nonsense. ”

Those art school principals are going to cry when they hear you say that.

Xu Guangling laughed in his heart, and then said, "Master, what do you mean, are you not very happy with the Lanlan Entrance Examination Art School?"

"That's for sure!" said Mrs. Zhou, "It's not that those art schools are bad, but how many of the girls who came out of art schools can get good jobs smoothly? Not to mention those unspoken rules or something, oops, they all sound weird and scary." ”

This is true.

There are few mothers who don't worry about their daughters encountering this kind of thing.

And the situation is that on the road of "star", the probability of encountering this kind of thing is very high!

If the college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge for thousands of troops, then the girls who are admitted to the art school are faced with a single-plank bridge that is longer, longer and longer and has no end in sight, and they need to walk on that single-plank bridge all the way.

To glory, or, to depravity.

Or, turn around, give up your artistic career, and face the ordinary again.

There are really not many people who can really eat the bowl of art.

This is one of the brightest and bleakest industries. The splendid stage is the stage, and the underneath the stage is all gloomy.

Of course, there are many forms and degrees of bleakness.

Mrs. Zhou also had something to say:

"Moreover, this girl still wants to be admitted to the conservatory!"

"If you don't pass the exam, what will you do after graduation? Do you still expect to be a singer? Now that there are no records, how can singers make money?"

This is not true, but it is profound.

As half a music worker, Xu Guangling naturally knows a lot.

In the past, even third- and fourth-rate singers could make money by releasing records, at least, it was not difficult to eat on this. But now, in the age of digital music, physical records are something that only kings can play.

And even the king of heaven is counting on this to make money. - If you don't lose money, you make a lot of money!

Based on the current situation of copyright in China, don't expect the copyright of digital music to bring any stable and reliable income, that is, the award.

So how do singers make money now?

Commercial performance!

These are the two most important pieces.

In the meantime, it will definitely be complicated for a girl to face this.

And then there are concerts, but how many singers can afford to hold concerts?

Yes, in general, this road is "unstable". Mrs. Zhou's consideration was right.

Xu Guangling thought about what to say.

From a rational point of view, he agrees with Mrs. Zhou's opinion, and he is also reluctant to see Zhou Lanlan take this road, and then face the ups and downs on this road in the future.

However, Zhou Lanlan is his little junior sister.

In his life, he is just such a little junior sister.

There is a saying in ancient China.

Don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, don't look at the fish and look at the water.

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