The reason why Wang Wan'er would talk to Ye Mozhu was not to play some kind of soldier without a fight.

She just thinks that she may meet more often in the future, so it is better to talk about it, compete fairly, and lose if she loses.

Ye Mozhu didn't feel Wang Wan'er's hostility, and she hadn't thought about it before.

Hearing Wang Wan'er say this today, Ye Mozhu suddenly realized that it seemed that her little sword brother was really good...

So in the face of Wang Wan'er's question that must be answered positively, looking at Wang Wan'er's burning eyes, Ye Mozhu said again: "It's just that I have a little good feeling, I haven't risen to like it yet, and it shouldn't be as strong as my sister." ”

Wang Wan'er: "...... Sister, it's strong there?"

Ye Mozhu looked at Wang Wan'er with wide eyes: "If you are not strong, how can you pull me to say these words." ”

Wang Wan'er: "......"

Ye Mozhu reacted two hours slower and said, "I said, why did you keep serving vegetables to Brother Xiaojian when you were eating just now." ”

Wang Wan'er was defeated: "You are really cute." ”

Ye Mozhu hurriedly waved his hand: "Sister, you are really beautiful." ”

"Is this starting to compliment each other?"

Ye Mozhu scratched his head: "I'm telling the truth." ”

"So you're telling you the truth that I'm strong?"

"Sister, why did you come back again..."

This conversation between quasi-rivals was destined to end in nothing, there was no smell of gunpowder, and in the end, I don't know what they said, they all laughed.

Zhang Xiaojian also arrived at the old rental house at the end of their conversation.

Taking out the key and skillfully opening the door, Zhang Xiaojian frowned, a little reluctant.

It's not that this room gives him other meanings, it's just that after living for a long time, he is leaving, and it is inevitable that there will be some parting, even if the object of parting is only one room.

Looking left and right, Zhang Xiaojian found that there really didn't seem to be anything to take away.

Pots and pans, all bought new ones.

Fridge TV, that's the landlord's.

After two years, the chair with a lame leg is saying goodbye.

There is no point in taking away books that you didn't understand much when you were in school.

Zhang Xiaojian's footsteps finally froze at the head of the bed, and then he lay down, lifted the sheets, and saw the dusty guitar under the bed.

Looking for a rag and wiping the old guitar, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly remembered that he had a dream of being a star when he was a child.

It seems that everyone has thought about being a star, right? At least it should be the majority of people.

But later, after the second aunt saved money to buy this broken guitar, he found that his singing was really incomplete, and he wasted the second aunt's expectations of him, not to mention, and most importantly, wasted the second aunt's money, which was not abundant, and then she nagged the old man for a while.

Thinking about these old things, he plucked the old strings, and Zhang Xiaojian's not very keen ears didn't notice anything wrong.

The sound of the piano resounded in the rental house, and at the same time, a 'ding' sound also sounded.

[Trigger series of quests - childhood dreams]

[The series of tasks consists of limited-time missions and random tasks, and there are rich rewards for completing each individual mission, and completing all tasks in the series will trigger mysterious rewards]

[Childhood Dream Series Task 1: Limited-time mission, stay in the bar for three hours in three days, reward singing exclusive skill book*5, reward music general skill book*1, reward points 2000000.]

[If the task is not completed within the specified time, the system will punish 'angina' * 1 hour.] 】

The hand that plucked the strings froze in mid-air, and Zhang Xiaojian thought of the previous suffocation punishment.

Now he looks at the three words angina now, and he knows that the system is going to cheat his father, and he won't hang up directly for an hour of angina, right?

What to do?

If you don't have all five notes, then there is a bar that is willing to let you sing?

No, I'm just a casual idea when I was a child, as for a series of missions? System, don't you have a cranky childhood?

Zhang Xiaojian covered his forehead and meditated hard, and decided to call Gao Qingsong, after all, this guy has some way, but he heard that the phone you dialed has been turned off. ’

There's no way, fortunately, the time limit is three days, and Ming'er is thinking of a way.

Picking up his broken guitar of more than 100 yuan, Zhang Xiaojian walked out of the rental house.

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The next morning, the sun was shining.

Early in the morning, Ward 616 staged the rainbow fart conference again.

Headed by the Tianjin man named Luo Tengfei: "Well, when our little sword brother was the first in Tianjin?"

was blowing, Zhang Xiaojian, who was carrying a guitar, pushed the door into the ward.

Seeing that his face was dark, the two teaching directors and the students chatted for a while, and then dispersed directly, and when they walked out of the hospital, Luo Tengfei said to Zhu Yan: "Director, I haven't blown enough yet." ”

Zhu Yan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Today, you hold it first, and Ming'er will come back to blow a good wave." ”

Without mentioning downstairs, Zhang Xiaojian in the ward picked up his guitar.

Poplar's eyes widened: "What does this mean, do you want me to ask, what is your dream?"

Gao Qingsong, who was on the other bed, applauded: "Xiaojian is really versatile, not only can he Wing Chun, but he can also play and sing." ”

Zhang Xiaojian said bitterly: "Gao Qingsong, were you stupid to be slapped early in the morning, how can you talk with a fart smell." ”

Gao Qingsong pursed his mouth: "I haven't talked about you yet, how interesting is that one named Luo Tengfei, how fun it is to keep teasing and coughing, time flies quickly, you walked in with a black face, what kind of trouble are you going to play and sing now?"

Zhang Xiaojian took a deep breath and said seriously: "Although I am a disciple of the 38th generation of Wing Chun, my dream is to sing. ”

Baiyang originally made the little cubs tease that hurt his wound early in the morning, but now after hearing Zhang Xiaojian say this, he almost squirted out, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Forget it, what kind of song do you sing, Qingsong doesn't know, I still don't know?"

Zhang Xiaojian swept the strings in a fake appearance and said, "Don't talk nonsense, listen, remember to give a comment after listening." ”

After that, he started playing seriously, and from his cramp-like fingers and the unpleasant sound of the piano, it was clear that he was really not very good at playing the guitar, but it was a bit tuned.

While playing, Zhang Xiaojian sang at the same time, and the track was "Those Flowers" that he only knew.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers. ”

"In every corner of my life, quietly open for me. ”

"I thought I would always be by his side, and today we are gone in the middle of nowhere. ”

“............”

"Lala, lala, miss her, lalala......"

The five tones are not all just talking, Gao Qingsong, who really can't stand it, raised his hand: "Brother, can you say goodbye, my brain hurts." ”

Poplar echoed: "Oh, I want to go to the toilet......." ”

Zhang Xiaojian stopped playing the piano: "...... Is it really that ugly?"

Gao Qingsong patted his chest, exhaled and said, "Do you want to hear the truth or lie." ”

Knowing that telling the truth must not be a good word, the smart Zhang Xiaojian decisively chose: "False." ”

"It's a lie, it's too ugly. ”

"And the truth?"

"Honestly, it's ugly. Gao Qingsong didn't forget to stab him again, and said to Bai Yang: "Only swear words can express how ugly it is!"

Zhang Xiaojian: "......".....