When Wang Bo carried Zhang Jing on his back, crossed this distance of nearly two hundred meters to the sandbar in the middle of the river, and carefully put the little girl down on the ground, he finally let out a sigh of relief, and his body was tired, mainly because he was tired. He ignored the little girl's attractiveness and overestimated his own concentration.

But, anyway, it's finally over!

The little girl who landed on the ground saw a thin layer of fine sweat appear on Wang Bo's face, her heart jumped, her heart hurt, put down the two bags of things in her hand, took out a snow-white handkerchief from the pocket of her coat, jumped two steps to Wang Bo, and came to Wang Bo to wipe his sweat.

"Jingjing, what kind of perfume is on your handkerchief, why is it so fragrant?" Wang Bo bowed his head slightly, and let the little girl gently wipe the hot sweat on his face with his handkerchief. Probably because of his own prejudice, he felt that the girl who liked to use the traditional object of the handkerchief was more pure and authentic to some extent than the girl who did not like to use the handkerchief, and he was more likely to have an inexplicable liking for it. For example, his "godsister" Zeng Ping always carries a handkerchief in her pocket.

"No, I just washed it with soap! Maybe it smelled of soap. Zhang Jing said.

The sandbar in the middle of the river that Wang Bo came to with Zhang Jing on his back was large at both ends and small in the middle, roughly in the shape of a gourd, and the position where they stood was exactly at the mouth of the gourd. Considering that Zhang Jing was inconvenient to walk, Wang Bo didn't go far, and saw that there was a relatively flat lawn with more grass and less sand nearby, so he put the final destination of the two picnic on this lawn. Wang Bo took out the newspaper and spread it on the lawn one by one. Spread out a rectangle about one meter two wide, two meters long, like a bed. And then. Wang Bo took off his shoes and stomped back and forth on the newspaper, stomping on the lawn below. In the end, Wang Bo threw a few bags of food towards the middle of the "newspaper bed", clapped his hands, and snapped his fingers and winked at Zhang Jing, who was standing aside watching him work. Soon, the expression on his face instantly became serious and respectful like a change of face, and he bent over his back. Make a gesture of invitation, and say aloud:

"The banquet is ready, please invite Her Royal Highness the princess to the table!"

"Giggles—" The little girl covered her mouth and bent over, and suddenly leaned forward and leaned back with laughter. Overjoyed.

The weather was really nice. The sky is cloudless and the sky is clear. The sun has moved to the middle of the heavens. If it was summer, Wang Bo and Zhang Jing would have gone to the car to turn on the air conditioner to escape the heat, but the winter sun has reached the highest point of the day at this time because of the angle, but when it shines on people's bodies, it only makes people feel warm and warm. There was wind, but not much, and it blew gently on the face. With the breath of early winter.

Wang Bo and Zhang Jing, who had taken off their shoes, sat on the lawn with newspapers. Wang Bo was playing cross-legged, and Zhang Jing was injured in his right foot. Only one leg is crossed, and the other leg is straight and flat. While eating lunch, the two talked small words, occasionally sipped a drink, and looked up at the wide and distant Shiting River from time to time, which was leisurely and comfortable, and at the same time, the whole person's mind was also broadened.

After half an hour of "lunch", whether it was cooked food, drinks or fruits, at least half of the food was swallowed by the two big boys and little girls who were growing their bodies. Wang Bo began to clean up the battlefield, and Zhang Jing also helped to wrap the garbage in an empty plastic bag and put it aside.

After the battlefield was cleaned up by the two of them working together, Wang Bo took out the guitar from the guitar case, held it in his arms, turned his head to look at Zhang Jing to the side, and said, "Jingjing, what song do you like to listen to? ”

Zhang Jing tilted her head, put her cheek on her cheek with one hand, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Bo, last time you were going to play "You at the Same Table" for me, you should play "You at the Same Table" for me first." ”

"OK, just "You at the Same Table"! A song "You at the Same Table", dedicated to our 'Princess Jing'!" Wang Bo, who was holding the guitar, bowed slightly to Zhang Jing, and a familiar melody and clear voice immediately sounded on the sandbar in the middle of the river:

"Tomorrow will you remember,

"Yesterday you wrote in your diary;

"Do you still think about it tomorrow,

"You used to cry the most.

“……”

Wang Bo began to play and sing. The song "You at the Same Table" should be sung by the old wolf's somewhat rough baritone in order to sing the vicissitudes and melancholy, Wang Bo's voice is high, which is actually not suitable. But this is not a concert, but to entertain others and yourself, naturally you don't need to pay so much attention, just let the little girl be happy. Therefore, the original regretful and nostalgic tunes came out of Wang Bo's mouth, and the regrets and nostalgia could not be heard, but they were very light and lively, with a trace of romance.

"Who married you sentimental,

"Who comforts you who love to cry;

"Who puts your long hair up,

"Who made you a wedding dress.

"La-la-la~~~~~~~~

"Papapa-" After singing the song, the slap sounded immediately, and the little girl looked at Wang Bo with a look of infinite admiration and admiration, "Brother Bo, you sing so well." ”

"Her Royal Highness Princess Xie's compliment!" Wang Bo bowed to express his gratitude, looking "extremely honored", which suddenly amused Zhang Jing again.

"I hate it, Brother Bo! Don't call anyone a 'princess'! Someone is just an 'ugly duckling'!" Zhang Jing smacked Wang Bo, and he was disgusted and happy.

Wang Bo smiled and said, "In Brother Bo's mind, my family will always be the most beautiful little princess in Brother Bo's heart!"

"It's weird!"

"Go ahead and order songs, what else do you want to hear?"

"I also want to listen to 'Childhood' that I heard last time. ”

"OK, "Childhood"! A song "Childhood", once again dedicated to 'Princess Jing', I wish her happiness forever!"

"On the banyan tree by the pond,

"I know that I am crying out for summer;

"On the swing by the playground,

"Only the butterfly rested on it;

“……”

A brisk "Childhood" ended quickly, applause rang out again, Wang Bo also exaggerated the action to the opposite "Her Royal Highness the Princess" bent down to salute, attracting Zhang Jing's "giggle" laughter, scolding him for "hating" and "spoiling himself". Wang Bo immediately said that the princess is used to it, the princess is not used to being used to it, who wants to be a princess!

Within two hours in the afternoon, Wang Bo became a tireless "jukebox", singing to Zhang Jing one after another: from the nostalgic "You at the Same Table", "Childhood", "Brothers Sleeping on the Top Bunk", "Old Boy", to the classic "Meet", "Jiangnan", "Later", "Invisible Wings", "Glorious Years", "Sea and Sky"; from Chinese "Ten Years", "Exaggerated", "Red Rose", "Has anyone told you", to the English "SomeOneLikeYou", " SetFiretotheRain", "WithoutYou", "IfYouWantme", from the beginning of playing and singing, to the end of the simple guitar playing...... Song after song, round after round, guitar sound, singing, accompanied by sparse but enthusiastic applause and laughter, this quiet sandbar in the middle of the river, which has not been set foot for a long time, became unrestrained and lively, free and romantic on this day in mid-November 1999. Singing, music, applause, laughter...... All kinds of sounds reverberated in turn in this green sandbar in the middle of the river......

In addition to entertaining Zhang Jing, Wang Bo is also entertaining himself. Zhang Jing is not an outsider, and he doesn't know much about music, which is enough for Wang Bo to feel at ease and boldly sing many classic songs of later generations one after another. At the beginning, he was still worried about the identity of the little girl, and tried not to sing those too obvious, explicit love and love, and glamorous sounds, but in the end, Wang Bo, who was ignited, couldn't care so much. He no longer deliberately maintains his joyful expression, but naturally changes his expression with the rhythm, melody and artistic conception of the music, sometimes light, sometimes solemn, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, completely caught in the atmosphere and artistic conception created by the beautiful music that makes ordinary time unusual. And his emotions and emotions also follow the ups and downs of music, wandering freely in the world of music, far and wide......

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