This kind of scoring question, the more the merrier.

Glancing at the virtual panel, the anger value is 58, and at this speed, Huang Ziyong feels that he has the hope of becoming a music master that everyone admires.

The premise is that "The Rest of My Life" is popular.

Until he arrived at the door of Uncle Wang's house, he didn't encounter some stupid forks that were not long-eyed, and he was still slightly lost.

He knocked on the door and shouted, "Uncle, aunt, it's me." ”

The door soon opened, revealing a half-big head, tied with a ball head, and delicate facial features, full of youth and innocence.

This is Uncle Wang's daughter, named Wang Shuwen, who is in an important stage of her life - the third party in high school.

Huang Ziyong comes over every weekend, and the most important thing is not to eat, but to tutor the girl to study.

"Did you smell it, my mother just cooked the dish and was about to call you. ”

"You don't know if I can pinch it?"

Huang Ziyong flashed into the door and glanced at the girl.

's tall figure, tender skin, and loose panda brand pajamas still can't stop her slim figure.

Well, when the girl grows up, it's just a blink of an eye.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, time flies so fast.

"Huh...... Have you figured out where your daughter-in-law is?"

Huang Ziyong was choked, he felt that he didn't eat, and his stomach was already full.

"Ziyong is here, come and sit and eat. ”

Chen Fang, Uncle Wang's wife, is slightly chubby and not tall, an ordinary housewife, but gave birth to an extraordinary child.

At least in terms of appearance, Wang Shuwen is not ordinary, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a disaster.

Because of this, I don't know if it is Wang Shuwen's luck or misfortune.

Luckily, she didn't get much of her parents' genetics.

Unfortunately, the neighbors thought she had picked it up.

"Auntie's cooking is so fragrant, Lai Hazi has flowed down, hard work, aunt. ”

"This kid, just say these kind words, our family, what are you doing outside. Chen Fang scolded with a smile while serving rice.

Huang Ziyong just smiled and didn't answer.

No matter how close the relationship is, even if Chen Fang treats him as his own son in his heart, he can't really take himself seriously.

If he doesn't say anything, he eats it on the table, so what has become of him?

At this age, if you don't understand this bit of human affection, it is really in vain.

On the dinner table.

"Ziyong, it's not an aunt's nagging, you really have to hurry, you'll be thirty soon, start a family, start a family, start a family, don't start a family, how to start a business?"

"Auntie, I'll fight for it. ”

"You don't have to fight for it, you just have to hurry up. ”

Huang Ziyong laughed dumbly, so he had to bury his head in the bowl, use rice as the object of venting, and shoot at once.

"You've fought for ninety-nine times, isn't that enough?" Wang Shuwen looked at Huang Ziyong with a mocking face, and came with a mending knife.

"Adults talk, children don't interject. Uncle Wang reprimanded.

"I'm young, I'm going to college right away. ”

"You are embarrassed to say your brother, let me tell you Wang Shuwen, there is still half a year, if you don't work hard, you will be wasted. ”

Chen Fang turned the gun and aimed it at her daughter, "Also, let me repeat, if you apply for an art school to learn what to perform and what kind of music, I will never agree, you die of this heart." ”

"Mom, why don't you understand, stardom is also a profession, this is my dream, you have to respect your dream. ”

The girl is indeed obsessed with chasing stars, and she aspires to be a star when she is a child, which is a headache for both Wang Guobiao and his wife.

In the world of both of them, nothing is more reliable than a diploma of 985 and 211.

Huang Ziyong also thought so two days ago.

Now! He faltered.

It doesn't seem so far-fetched to make a girl a star.

"That's a dream, it's called a dream, you know?"

Celebrities, in the eyes of ordinary people, in addition to being glamorous and rich, are synonymous with unspoken rules.

But it still makes countless people rush to chase the object.

Everyone wants to be a star when they are young, to be the one who shines the most, and to be admired and sought after by countless people.

It's just that this profession is too far away from ordinary people, so far away that most people dare not think about it.

Mr. and Mrs. Wang Guobiao are among them.

"I'm full. ”

Wang Shuwen felt what Huang Ziyong felt when he first entered the door, and immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks, turned around and walked towards the room with his face pulled.

"You kid......"

Chen Fang's words were interrupted by a "bang" of the door, and her face was only blank, she looked at her daughter's door, and then at her husband, "She...... You ......"

finally fixed on Wang Guobiao, "It's all what you are used to." ”

Wang Guobiao, who was eating, shook his hands, pulled the rice bowl up, and the rice just poked his nose.

Then, he raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and sneezed.

Two clumps of rice grains erupt from their nostrils and scatter into the stacks of vegetables at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the end, Wang Guobiao rubbed his nose with an innocent face.

At this time, the meal was not finished, and only Chen Fang's sound was left in the whole room.

I don't know how long it took, maybe I was tired, Chen Fang finally stopped the machine gun, went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, one bowl per person, and coped with the matter.

Sitting on the sofa, Chen Fang didn't say a word, Wang Guobiao was naturally interested, and he didn't hit the muzzle of the gun, and the air in the entire hall seemed to be condensed, leaving only the sound of the TV buzzing in his head.

"Ahem!"

Huang Ziyong coughed lightly and plucked up his courage to say, "Auntie, don't be angry, the little mosquito is like this at her age, and I came here like this, sooner or later she will be able to understand your good intentions." ”

"Hey, this kid... It really broke my heart. ”

Chen Fang sighed, a little embarrassed, "Ziyong, don't take it to heart tonight!"

"How could it be. ”

Huang Ziyong said with a faint smile.

The little mosquito is like his sister, Chen Fang is his second mother, he really can't bear their mother and daughter to be so stiff and uncomfortable to watch.

He couldn't bear to see the dream of a young girl in the flower season, and it was shattered like this.

Wang Shuwen is very willful, but she is right in one sentence, we must respect dreams.

Even if it's just a dream, it's beautiful and desirable.

If you don't have a dream, what's the difference between that and salted fish?

He is the most typical case.

He didn't want the little mosquito to be like him and become a stinking and moldy salted fish.

"Auntie, some things are extremely opposed, the more we force it, the greater the rebound will be, the rebellious period of youth, at this time, let's go with the flow, the effect may be better." ”

"How do you come along?"

Chen Fang was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, looking annoyed, "This dead girl has to dream of being a star." ”

"Then let's let her star dream go out, and she will take care of it and study hard. ”

“？？？”

Chen Fang's eyes lit up, and he turned his head with an expression of waiting for the next step.

"I know a musician, let's give her two songs, and when the time comes, she will know how cruel the entertainment industry is, do you think it's okay?"

Chen Fanghuo turned her head to look at her husband, with a signal of inquiry written on her face.

What Huang Ziyong usually does, what friends he makes, Wang Guobiao will report, why didn't she remember that Huang Ziyong has a friend who makes music.

"Yes, yes, I have a friend who writes songs for new people in our company. Wang Guobiao was stunned for a moment and nodded hurriedly.

This wave of cooperation, full marks.

"That's not good, she will take the college entrance examination soon, which will affect her studies. Chen Fang thought about it and shook her head to veto.

"Auntie, in fact, it doesn't take much time to record a song, and it can be done in a day. ”

Silence, long silence.

"Or... Try?"

At this time, Wang Guobiao said suggestively.