Chapter 887: The Little Girl Who Sang the Qin Dialect

At noon today, Ma Tianyao didn't expect that when he reached the peak, it was full!

This was a good sign, and it also made her feel a little relieved.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, after the meal, the guests gradually became scarce.

Yun Mengdie chatted with Shi Xiaoxiao Ma Tianyao for a while, and finally went downstairs with the beef and black wooden dragon packed for the assistant Yingying.

Wang Chen didn't leave, he took turns playing chess with the three old men, and their lunch had been eaten from half past ten in the morning until now, and they hadn't finished yet.

According to Shi Xiaoxiao's words, Wang Chen is adapting to old age life in advance, and she also gave Wang Chen and the three monsters, Old Man Huang, and Old Man Lin a nickname, called the Four Old Men of!

In addition to these four, Tong Zixiao didn't leave, he ordered an egg fried rice and a plate of beef at about two o'clock in the afternoon, and after eating, he began to nest alone in the corner, tapping on the keyboard and starting to create.

Xu Qiaoqiao was once again supported by Peng Lin, and went back with the support of the wall, although so, when he went back, he still hiccuped and scolded Peng Lin.

Of course, in addition to Peng Lin, he is still scolding the one named Ajuan.

At six o'clock in the evening, Han Yu came, she completely changed her appearance this time, she seemed to have just finished her workout, wearing tight sportswear, and she also changed into sneakers under her feet, which set off her figure very well.

Even the boy who was tapping on the keyboard next to him couldn't help but turn his head and look at it twice.

"Yo, you didn't leave, or did you just come?"

She asked Tong Zixiao, and Tong Zixiao suddenly blushed, as if he felt that peeking at others was discovered by others, and his voice was lowered a lot.

"I know the boss, I've said hello to the boss, write something here!"

"Write, let me take a look at ...... "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals"...... Fantasy?"

"Xianxia ......"

"What's the difference between fantasy and Xianxia? Aren't they all Zhuji, Jiedan, Yuanying and the like? By the way, which website did you post it? I'll give you a cheer!"

"Uh...... No need......"

"Cut...... You deserve to be single for the rest of your life!"

……

At half past eight o'clock in the evening, the Xingxing Building closed the door to thank customers, and after the boy apologized with a smile, he packed his notebook and left with his computer bag.

He said he would find a place to stay in the neighborhood.

After getting off work in the evening, Ma Tianyao and Shi Xiaoxiao came down from the Yangxian Tower, although it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, but the coast of Xianyang Lake was the most lively time.

The lights are bright all around, and there are pleasure boats hanging colorful lanterns floating in the lake, and the shore is crowded.

Although there are fewer tourists from other places, nearby college students, office workers, and local residents have made up for it.

In hot weather, this is the best place to take a cool walk in the evening, and the shops on both sides of the road are brightly lit, and there are countless handicrafts, children's toys, and small stalls and vendors.

In addition to these, there are still some singing, live performances, and small video jokes from time to time.

Most of these are students from nearby schools, who use their talents to sing after school in exchange for some money to support their families.

As soon as Shi Xiaoxiao saw the singing, he couldn't walk, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and couldn't wait to go up and PK with others, but fortunately he was hugged by Ma Tianyao.

"Tianyao, these students don't sing very well, at most it is my KTV level......

"No, no, no, you're too modest, they're not as shameless as you. ”

"Cut, you don't know how to appreciate, I'm going to sing here, it will definitely attract a large number of fans to scream!"

"If you want to sing here, you will probably be killed on the spot. ”

……

The two of them were bickering as they wandered along the lake.

Now Ling Yun has moved out to live with his parents, and only occasionally goes back to the store to live for a day or two, so they are not afraid of affecting anyone when they go back.

Just walked like this, went around, set off from the south bank, came back to the north bank, looked at the time, it was already more than 10:40 in the evening, most of the shops in Xianyang Lake have been closed, and most of the tourists have returned.

Just as they were about to go back to bed, they met a special pair of singers at the corner of the north bank.

The other singers are basically young people, college students, and many of them are couples, but these two women, one is about fourteen or fifteen years old, and the other is forty or fifty years old, they look like a mother and son, and the older ones have gray hair.

The tools they use to perform are also very strange, and the others are basically guitars, electronic organs, etc., and occasionally play drums and jazz.

But these two are just holding an erhu.

When Ma Tianyao and the two came, the young girl was singing, yes, she was singing.

This is also the place that attracts Ma Tianyao and Shi Xiaoxiao.

"There aren't many children who can sing Qin dialect now......"

"Yes, who still listens to dramas these days, they all go to listen to pop songs. ”

"No one...... Why is she still singing......"

"I don't know ......"

Ma Tianyao shook her head, she didn't expect Shi Xiaoxiao to wait for someone to finish singing.

"Hey, little girl, there's no one here, why are you still singing?"

The little girl is quiet, with a melon seed face and willow eyebrows, and she is delicate and quiet, Ma Tianyao sees her, as if she saw her sister back then.

The weather was hot, although it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, but the heat wave was still there, the little girl didn't know whether she was tired or hot, the sweat on her face kept dripping down her cheeks, and her red face was childish, and there was a trace of jerky and shyness.

The top is wearing a wide yellow short-sleeved shirt, and the back is also printed with 'sky blue building materials', the lower denim shorts are obviously cut with long pants, the pants are too big, they are tied with a black flannel, and the sandals worn under the feet do not know whose it is.

was asked by Shi Xiao abruptly, the little girl who had just finished singing was still a little unstable, looked down at her mother, and replied curtly.

"My mother said, this is the rule set by the ancestors, as long as you open your mouth, no matter whether there is anyone in the audience, you must finish singing. ”

She had just finished singing a play, sweating profusely, and seemed to be a little panting, but she had little benefit, and there were few people passing by at this point.

There is not much money in the money box in front of them, as Ma Tianyao said before, in this era, there are no more people listening to the play, so most of the money boxes are coins and five, ten yuan banknotes, it is estimated that even this money is given by passing tourists out of pity.

After the girl finished singing, she looked at her mother, as if she wanted to ask whether to continue or close the stall, but before she could speak, her mother's erhu sounded.

This should be seeing Ma Tianyao and Shi Xiaoxiao coming over, I originally wanted my daughter to continue singing, but singing is not the same as singing, especially singing Qin dialect, it takes too much effort, and she is too tired to see her daughter, so she can only play erhu for the two guests in front of her who may be giving money.

As soon as the erhu sounded, the melody suddenly became intense!