Leaving the boat, the three of them paced along the river.

"Brother, are you still fishing?" asked Xiaoqing.

"I've caught two mermaids, are the other fish still willing to take the bait?" Wenzhu joked.

The sister flower didn't say anything, bent over and "giggled" and laughed, and the laughter was as pure as an innocent cloud in the sky. After a while, the two of them flew to the front as light as two birds.

Find an empty meadow and sit on the ground with three people. Looking at the picturesque Changdang Lake, Wenzhu asked some Miao customs and habits, and the sisters scrambled to answer, as if they had a prize.

"Who did you learn from when you sing so well?"

"Mom. ”

"There is a song party every year?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you sing pop songs?"

"Yes. ”

"Now that there are few tourists, let me feast my ears again. ”

The two of them are on the rise, and they don't shirk, they just rap and sing. Original, national, popular, all do. What "Sing a Mountain Song to the Party", "Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road", "The Moon Represents My Heart", "Song of a Thousand Thousand Que", "I Just Want to Be with You in My Life", "I Like You", etc., are easy to come by, and the span is extremely large and staggering.

Wen Zhu closed his eyes and lay on the grass like the word "big". The breeze is blowing, and it feels like being on a boat, drifting gently. He waited for the mountains and rivers, and waited for the sound of nature.

If you listen with your eyes open, it is definitely a visual feast, but it affects the identification of hearing, and it is difficult to have the best of both worlds.

High and low, heavy and light, rapid and slow, high and comfortable, round and moist, immersed in the beautiful singing, no one will feel greasy. Feel the clouds walking, feel the clouds chasing the moon, feel the wind blowing willows, feel the dawn moon with the stars, feel the butterflies playing with flowers, feel the horses stepping on the grassland, feel the peace of all things.

Wenzhu is willing to sleep in the song, not to wake up.

Listen, he really fell asleep, like a child sleeping in the bosom of the earth, sleeping in the song without strife.

His heart was too tired, and he was about to fall apart, but he kept holding on. He had never been so comfortable when he returned from Fengyun City, and he smiled in his dream, dreaming that two fairies had covered him with a cloud.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

Xiaoqing patted Wen Zhu, who woke up from the clouds, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "What about the two fairies?"

He was still in a dream.

"Brother, are you dreaming?"

Wen Zhu nodded and returned to normal. In a short dream, he seemed to be a different person, refreshed, and seemed to have taken off the stinky skin of several months. I didn't expect the beautiful singing voice to have such a curative effect.

Wen Zhu pointed to the sky and the earth and sighed: "Blue sky and white clouds, grass and streams, fairies and natural sounds." Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for!"

People were originally very clean, but they have been soaked in the big dye vat of society for a long time, and they have been colored. It's easy to color, but it's hard to color.

"Brother, you're here again. Xiaoqing said with a smile.

"I pondered on the boat, your singing talent is too slippery, and if you don't develop it, it's just a tyrannical thing. ”

"How?"

"Singers, sing from the grassroots. ”

"Singer, brother, you're kidding us. Singing is just a hobby of ours, but it has dissolved into our nation and our lives, just like eating and dressing. Sing when you are happy, sing when you are sad, sing when you are together, and sing when you part. What does it have to do with singers?"

"This talent is priceless, and if you can make a name for yourself and earn money to eat, why not?"

"If that's the case, we'll listen to you. Sister Hua said happily.

"Let's find a bar to try out first, and if it succeeds, Xiaoyun quit his job. But there is a premise, Xiaoqing can't waste his studies, if not, I didn't say it. ”

"Brother, I answered you. Which bar are we going to audition?"

"You don't have to worry about it, you have your own masters. ”

"Brother, you are our nobleman!"

"I hope so. Dreams are far ahead, and the road is under your feet. ”

After bidding farewell to Cheng Xiaoyun, Wen Zhu and Xiaoqing took the bus back to Longcheng, feeling extremely relaxed.

In the car, Xiaoqing said shyly: "Brother, how is Ma Xiangyuan?"

Wen Zhu was stunned for a moment, understood the subtlety, and said with a smile: "He is chasing you?"

"Hmm. ”

Xiaoqing lowered her head and whispered, her face was red, like the clouds in the sky, dazzling with brilliance.

"Can students fall in love?

Wen Zhu thinks it's strange, there are also people who fall in love in college, but it's subtle, it's not so blatant.

"Brother, you're not an unearthed artifact, are you?"

Wen Zhu touched his head, but he was not old enough to be bald.

"Haha, the times are changing so fast! Do you want me to help you match?"

"I haven't said yes yet. ”

"The young man is nice, studious, motivated, excellent. ”

"What about character?"

Medium. ”

"If you don't win, I'll ask you!"

The next day, Wen Zhu asked Dongsheng to drink tea.

"Didn't you just drink it? Why do you want to drink it again? Is it my cure for your wounds?

"If you have something to ask for, don't mother-in-law!"

In the afternoon, the two met in the "fate sky". Wen Zhu talked about Xiaoqing and Xiaoyun in general, mainly highlighting the singing.

"How do people look?" Dongsheng asked.

"Does singing have anything to do with the face?"

"In the era of eating with your face, what song do you sing without a face?"

"Resembles a cuckoo. ”

Dongsheng stared at Wenzhu like an alien, and saw Wenzhu's hair.

"What's wrong? Dongsheng!"

"Wenzhu, Wenzhu! Is it the ghost of the cuckoo that is still going away? Or are you a dead cuckoo? The old disease has not gone away, and a new disease has been added! Aren't you provoking the fire and setting yourself on fire? I can't watch you jump into the fire pit again, I can't help with this favor!"

Dong Sheng shook his head like a rattle, as if he saw Wenzhu dancing fiercely in the fire.

"Dongsheng, this has nothing to do with the cuckoo, it has nothing to do with Dong Mei, it has nothing to do with the future of the sisters. Well excavated, you are also one of the Bole!"

Dongsheng looked at Wen Zhu seriously, surprisingly sober, and didn't want to do it for selfish desires.

"I'm familiar with the owners of the Flying Moon Bar, the Brilliant Bar, and the Paradise Bar, so let's try to sing Brilliant first. ”

On Friday night, Wen Zhu and Dong Sheng came to the office of the general manager of Brilliant Bar with Sister Flowers. The general manager's surname is Qian Mingwei, in his early forties, board inches, a very thick gold necklace around his neck, and he is dressed very fashionably, but Wenzhu feels vulgar. can open a bar, they are all people in the circle, and they basically eat both black and white.

Manager Qian was cutting his nails on the table, and when he saw the four of them coming in, he glanced up and said disapprehantly, "Dongsheng, just these two girls?"

"Hmm. Brother Qian. ”

Wen Zhu was very angry, and he was not so snub when he got off the horse. wanted to turn around, but Dongsheng grabbed him.

Manager Qian sensed the subtlety, got up and waved his hand, and brought Wen Zhu and them into the recording studio. It seems that Dongsheng is brilliant, and it is the most powerful.

Wen Zhu, Dongsheng and Manager Qian listened through the glass with headsets, Xiaoqing, and Xiaoyun entered the recording studio. Although they have not undergone professional training, the two have a very good sense of music, and they found their feelings after a while. After a few throats, he conquered Qian Wei and gave him a thumbs up. The two sang solo, and the chorus was first-class.

The snubbing just now was instantly smoothed out, and Qian Wei immediately became energetic, as if he had picked up a treasure, and made a decision on the spot to sing it for the first time next Friday. Then he pulled Dongsheng aside and whispered. Dongsheng whispered to Wenzhu again.

It turned out that Qian Wei was a person who was used to seeing the world, and said that the two girls looked good, but they were too earthy, so they didn't look good at first. If it is packaged and packaged, the future is limitless.

If you are hired, you don't have to worry about your livelihood. The sisters were ecstatic and high-fived each other.

Out of the bar, Wen Zhu patted Dongsheng on the shoulder and said, "Sister flower packaging for you, I'll pay for it." If they sing it, you become the agent, how about it?"

"It's a deal. ”

Most of the posters in the bar are from Dongsheng, and Wenzhu is confident in his aesthetic.

Sure enough, the effect of the packaging is refreshing, the grade rises, and the style is full. If the beauty of the cuckoo is the plumpness of the young woman, for the beauty of the sister flowers, Dongsheng not only retains the beauty and innocence of the girl, but also adds charm and gorgeousness, each with its own swing.

On the morning of November 23, Wen Zhu received a phone call, thinking that it was a harassing call and wanted to press it off, because he wanted to go to the Xiaoqing sisters in the evening, but he answered it.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Wenzhu, it's me. ”

"Where is the cuckoo?"

"Can I ask you to go to the 'Fate Sky' to sit down?"

Wen Zhu pondered for a few seconds.

"Okay, nine. ”

"No see, no more. ”

Wen Zhu rushed to the 'Fate Sky' as promised, there were not many people, and the table he often sat on was written "Wenzhu Special Seat", so he sat down. Waited left and right, but did not see the cuckoo coming. I went back to the phone just now, turned off the phone, and called the original mobile phone, which was also turned off.

Ask the old man who opened the shop: "Who made this table?"

"Your name is Wenzhu?" The old man looked at Wenzhu from above his reading glasses and nodded, "Then you can just sit." ”

Engage in a famous three? Wenzhu can't, drink dry tea, etc. In the teahouse, Teresa Teng's "It's better to miss each other" floated up.

Cheng Xiaoqing came over.

"Brother, are you waiting for someone?"

"Hmm. ”

"Waiting for the cuckoo?"

Wen Zhu jumped up, it's so strange today: the cuckoo didn't come, Xiaoqing came.

"How do you know?"

"Ma Xiangyuan said that he saw the cuckoo yesterday, and said that he looked like a thief with me. I asked, 'Who is the cuckoo?' and he said, 'You ask Brother Wen to go.' ’”

This stinky boy didn't tell me, but revealed to Xiaoqing that he would eat inside and out, and see how I cleaned him up.

"And how did you know I was here?"

"Xiang Yuan said, if you are not in the office, nine times out of ten you will be in the 'fate sky', and sure enough. Brother, who is the cuckoo?"

"You didn't have a class today?"

"Don't worry, I didn't abandon my studies. Who is the cuckoo?"

"It's better to miss than to meet" has been playing on a loop.

"An old man, I mistook her. She is a beautiful painting that will never be opened. ”

"That's all?"

"That's all!

"What about the cuckoos?"

"Are you looking for me, or are you looking for her?"

Xiaoqing "giggled", didn't speak, and sat down. A woman's mind is hard to fathom.

After listening to the hour-long "It's better to miss each other", Wen Zhu suddenly woke up to the fact that the cuckoo would not come to the appointment, which she did on purpose. She didn't want to see him? Who did she want to see? Deliberately took him away so that he could come to his senses.

Wenzhu went to the front desk to pay, and the old man said that someone would pay. He abandoned Xiaoqing and went out like the wind. Xiaoqing was still muttering about not seeing the cuckoo, but when she turned around, she didn't see any trace of Wenzhu, stomped her feet, and chased out.