The major events that happened in the outside world seem to have nothing to do with the remote mountain villages.

For the villagers of Dashan Village, the news and current events are far less useful than the weather forecasts.

In the mountain view, Xuanwei lies on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, gently waving a pu fan to enjoy the coolness.

At his feet, Ash and Erha were resting on the ground.

At first glance, it looks like the old age of an empty nester, if Xuanwei is seventy or eighty years old, and then a sunset red, I am afraid it is very suitable.

In the quiet and serene courtyard, only an old-fashioned radio that is dying out of the city plays sound.

Maybe it's because the signal isn't very good, or maybe the radio is too old, and the sound coming from the horns is mixed with rustling noise.

There are no bright pictures, there are few content to choose from, you can't fast forward and backward, and you even have to endure current noise, so it's no wonder that this traditional electrical appliance has gradually withdrawn from the stage of history.

However, for Xuanwei, radios that can use dry batteries and can only emit sound are undoubtedly more practical than electrical appliances such as mobile phones, computers, and televisions.

On the radio, it was a song show.

The listener who was ordering the song was a student who claimed to be surnamed Fang, and this classmate Fang poured out his thoughts in the exchange with the host.

Fang's parents are both people's teachers, and they have been strict with him since he was a child, hoping that he can follow the path they paved to become a talent. And Fang is also quite competitive, his grades are among the best in key high schools, and he has won many large and small awards, in the eyes of teachers and classmates, he is a scholar with excellent character and learning, and versatile.

In layman's terms, Fang is what parents call "someone else's child".

However, Fang was very depressed, and he felt that he was completely a puppet in the hands of his parents. What can be done, what can't be done, and what the future will be, his life seems to be controlled by his parents.

Even, he doubted that he had really lived!

"I hate this kind of life that has no new ideas and no expectations, but I don't have the courage to resist, let alone seek death. Until that day, I accidentally heard a song "She Lived". Every line of the lyrics in it seemed to hit me directly, and I suddenly realized that my life was my own! Do I have to go to the end of my life to complain that my life is not wonderful enough? I mustered up the courage to tell my parents my thoughts truthfully. Fang said.

"Your parents recognized your growth and self-awareness, and finally decided to respect your choice and let go of control?" the host answered.

They were so angry that they thought I was making excuses, and if it wasn't for their planning and arrangement, I might have gone bad and degraded into the bottom of the society in the future. Fang replied.

Although I can't see the host's face, it is estimated that she is not ordinary embarrassed at the moment.

Parents' desire to control their children can not be easily changed, especially the good children who have never rebelled, suddenly rebel, parents are more panicked and nervous in addition to being angry.

They may feel overwhelmed by their child's sense of independence, suspect that they will gradually become alienated, and worry about whether they will be able to manage themselves well after independence......

"I didn't give up, patiently communicated with my parents and agreed with them to try little by little. As long as I prove with practical actions that I can arrange my daily life and study independently, I believe my parents will understand. At the beginning, I was a little unaccustomed to it, and it could even be said that it was painful, but these are all proofs of my hard work to live a wonderful life......" Fang continued.

"Okay, thank you Fang for the inspirational story. Next, let's enjoy the song "She Has Lived" written by singer Yu Bing to commemorate the girl who jumped off the building a few days ago and committed suicide, and I hope that all listeners can be treated well by this world. The host's voice gradually became smaller, and Qiushui's singing slowly cut in.

When the song was over, Xuan Wei muttered to himself: "Supreme Heavenly Venerable! In the days when the poor Dao was away, several disciples have grown a lot!"

"Wang!" Ash circled around the radio happily a few times, and seemed to hear Qiushui's familiar singing voice from inside, which made it feel quite nostalgic.

"Whew~~~" Erha wagged his tail, looking immersed in the music, it raised its head and opened its mouth to bark a few times, as if trying to sing this song, but its voice fell in Xuanwei and Little Gray's ears, which was equivalent to a wolf roaring and a ghost howl!

It's a shame that there is no one else around, otherwise you have to be scared to cry by Erha's "singing"!

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"Xuanwei Daoist, I heard Erha's tragic cry from afar, and I thought something was wrong with it!"

Xuanwei didn't tell the dog, and Erha inexplicably ignited the soul of music, and he had the urge to become the first singer among the wolves.

"Erha, stop meeting, you've been yelling for hours, rest!" Xuan Wei whispered.

Xuanwei didn't mind Erha tearing his throat, or he still hoped that Erha's voice could be temporarily lost, but after the power of the blood veins awakened, Erha's body was sticky, and he was still tireless after singing for so long.

If it goes on like this, the first thing I can't stop holding on to is not Erha's voice, but Xuanwei's ears!

"Wow~~~" Erha responded with a little regret, and instantly felt that everything had become boring.

In addition to eating, singing has become one of Erha's most enthusiastic things, what climbing trees to dig eggs, catching birds and dragonflies, how can singing be interesting?

Dogan looked at Erha in a sullen state in bewilderment, and then pulled a chair and sat down next to Xuanwei.

"Xuanwei Daoist, the first batch of wine from the winery has been brewed, and it can be sold outside after it is packaged!" The dog's dark face flushed slightly, which showed the excitement and excitement in his heart.

For the sake of this winery, the dog is really heartbroken, and these days he sees his hairline getting higher!

Fortunately, Rao is process was a little more difficult halfway, and he finally waited for the moment when the harvest was about to be harvested.

"So you should congratulate the layman. Xuan smiled.

The dog laughed, his mouth was almost crooked, and he said, "Tongxi, Tongxi!"

"By the way, have you figured out how to sell these fruit wines?" Xuan Wei suddenly asked.

The smile on the dog's face froze instantly, and he replied as a matter of course: "How else can you sell it, of course you can sell it directly at the farmers' market!"

Xuan Wei patted his forehead helplessly, how to say that this rough man is good?

"Layman, I would like to ask you, how much is the output of this batch of wine?" Xuan Wei sighed lightly, and then guided.

The dog broke his fingers, and then replied, "Why is there a few hundred pounds!"

Xuanwei waited for a few seconds, and found that there was no follow-up to the dog.

has been guided to this part, but I haven't realized the problem yet, and the nerves of the dog are thick enough!