Lu Songhua also invited Qi Hui, but after she signed up, she was a little nervous, and she was worried about not being able to pass the exam all day long, so she basically gave up all her rest time and was making up for it all day long, not to mention that Lu Songhua's house was coming, and it was three hundred meters away from her nest and the training room, one word: "Don't go". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chang Yue also made a special call to Lin Haiwen, saying that Qi Hui was under too much pressure and hoped that Lin Haiwen would relieve her pressure.

Lin Haven can't help it, he has a stress reduction method, but when it is used on Qi Hui, it is a bit difficult to use, after all, he is still an adult.

In the end, he had no choice but to take Fu Cheng with him.

The Yanmingyuan of Beijing University is not on the campus of Beijing University, there is a small street from Beijing University, about 200 meters away. Lin Haiwen's car was parked outside Beijing University, and if he went inside, he had to walk over.

This small street, there is not the slightest breath of Beijing University, everywhere all kinds of down-to-earth snacks, ten-yuan shops, cheap clothes, customers are students of Beijing University and couples from the surrounding construction sites, young people in three or three, go in here, come out there, and it is impossible to see that they are the people who can be admitted to the highest university in China - all in the province and city, they are the pride of the sky, so that countless students look up to the existence.

As soon as you enter the dragon gate, there are so many dragons, and there are so many dragons, how different are they from insects?

"Hey, hey, be careful," Fu Cheng stretched out his hand to stop a child, walking upside down, almost pounced on Lin Haven's leg.

A middle-aged woman, looking quite vicissitudes, hurriedly ran over and hugged the child, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay," Lin Haven saw that she came out of a ten-dollar store, and there were all kinds of needles and threads in it, and a few women were wandering around, but they didn't see anything in it.

"It's really pitiful," said the stall owner who bought the fruit, seeing that the woman had returned to the store with the child.

Lin Haven and Fu Cheng looked at each other, "What do you say?"

This question can be regarded as leading out the stall owner's words, and the business is not good at this time, and she is idle.

"Just now, it turned out that life was very good, the husband and wife rented a house here to open a clothing store, just some time ago, the child in the family, is the little son, you see if he is a little unstable, said that there is something in the back of the head, to be operated. The head, tsk, can you easily use the knife? It costs at least 1 million yuan to open a knife, and you have to use foreign medicine, which is expensive to death. My husband now goes out to borrow money every day, and the clothes are cashed out, and the store still has three or four months to expire. ”

Lin Haven paid the money, took the fruit and walked outside.

When I passed by the woman's stall, I suddenly felt familiar. He used to return home from the company, and there was such a shop on the side of the road, which was sold every day, and every day he said that the last day or two, and every day he said that the boss ran away, and the boss would not be able to operate. When you don't talk about that, you just bombard a song in a loop. In the end, after staying for several months, Lin Haven went to buy a pair of scissors, a stainless steel basin, and a box of ear spoons.

The kid was in his arms, still looking out, desperate to slip out, staring at two big eyes. When he saw Lin Haven and Fu Cheng, he probably felt that he knew each other, and he suddenly showed a big smile.

"Well, help me carry it. Lin Haven handed the fruit to Fu Cheng and walked into the ten-yuan store, "Hello, kid, what's your name?"

"Wang Hao. ”

"Eldest sister, I'll record a song for you, the kind that is played outside, and then a lot of people come in and buy it. ”

The women were all happy, "How can there be that kind of song?"

"Try it, give me your phone, don't worry, I won't steal yours." ”

"A broken mobile phone, and steal it, and throw it on the road, no one wants it. She took out a mobile phone, it was a smart phone, an unknown domestic brand. Her original mobile phone was an Apple one, and then her husband was out and the phone was stolen, so she used her one, and she got a second-hand broken mobile phone from a friend.

Lin Haven found the tape recorder, clicked on it, cleared his throat, and then began to record.

“......

My husband went home when he made money

Go home and give flowers to your wife

The husband earns money for his wife to spend

Husband, you've worked hard

When you are tired, relieve your fatigue

......

The husband earns money for his wife to spend

Thank you, wife

The family does not speak two words

You're welcome

The husband earns money for his wife to spend

......

My wife said that we have to save money to raise our children

I have to honor my parents."

He sang very loudly, and when he sang, many people heard it, especially the idle bosses and shopkeepers around him, who came over and laughed to death, and several students also surrounded.

"Hear no, make good money, give me flowers. A female student gently twisted her boyfriend's waist and was seen by Fu Cheng, but he could see from the expression on the boy's face that he seemed to be really in pain.

Wang Hao's children applauded, laughing happily, his mother pinched his hand and asked him not to affect Lin Haiwen's recording, listening to it himself, and hearing the back "Raise the child", suddenly tears rolled down and fell on Wang Hao's raised forehead.

"Mom, it's raining. ”

"Hmm. ”

After recording the song "Husband Makes Money and Wife Flowers", Lin Haven clicked on it and put his mobile phone on the seat at the door. The recording and playback functions of inferior mobile phones are miserable, but at all, you can still listen to it.

At this moment, it was as if he had really returned to the original world, a world where he gradually blurred his memory.

"Huh, Wang Hao, I'm leaving, bye-bye. ”

"Bye-bye. ”

Lin Haven waved his hand to him, and from Fu Cheng's hand, he brought the fruit back - tossing. Fu Cheng followed behind, and looked back, and many of the onlookers had entered the store. Lin Haven's clear singing voice is unique in this street market.

Lu Songhua lives on the second floor, and the houses in Yanmingyuan are all six-story old buildings, the entrance of the corridor is very narrow, and there are small advertisements such as sewers, broadband, and certificates posted everywhere.

"Yo, big Sh-?" was a stupid word, and was swallowed by Lin Haven.

"......" Shi Xiao rolled his eyes, "Please come in." ”

The style of the Lu family and the street 100 meters away is completely different, there are modern famous calligraphy and paintings everywhere, and Lin Haven even saw a small oil painting by Chang Shuo.

Seeing Lu Songhua's eyes stop at the plastic bag in his hand.

"I'll finish eating in a while before I leave. Lin Haven carried the fruit in the bag.

"You, you," Lu Songhua nodded at him, "Sit down, order, pour tea for Mr. Xiaolin." ”

Shi Xiao's nickname?

After sitting down and chatting for a few words, Lu Songhua got down to business, "I'm with Maha, I want to nominate you to join the Writers' Association, and ask what you mean." ”

"The National Writers' Association?"

Lu Songhua nodded, in fact, this is also a nonsense, if it is a local writers' association, Lu Songhua, who is the vice chairman of the writers' association, one sentence is enough, and he doesn't even need others to speak, Lin Haiwen will not take much effort to join the Hedong Provincial Writers' Association.

"It's not enough, is it?"

To enter the National Writers' Association, there are still some hard and fast rules, three to five books, which have a certain popularity and influence.

"That's it, you, why did you write so much, ah, what kind of emotional articles are called, serious monographs, there is no one, this is a little worse. ”