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"Ahem, I haven't played for many years, don't laugh at me, whoever laughs will deduct his salary!"

The boy's face was red, probably a little drunk, and he had just said that he had planned to join a band when he was younger, but he hadn't been chosen, and with Martinez and the others at the mercy, he went back to the house to find a guitar.

Han Xuan always thought that the guitar in his study was an ornament, and he didn't want to pluck the strings, and the sound was very standard, and he lived with Ramirez at Brown University, so he was no stranger to the sound of the guitar.

This old guitar has been at home since childhood, and if no one uses it, the strings will be dead for a long time, and it is clear that it is often maintained.

I wonder why I have never heard my dad play, and maliciously guessed that countless nights when he was not at home, he secretly practiced the piano, wouldn't it be too ugly to play, afraid of being laughed at, damaging his image?

Wait for Daddy to sit on the grass with his guitar on his side, bow his head and pluck the strings, the melody is cheerful and beautiful.

Alexander and they all laughed, the song was all too familiar to cowboys, the bars in Augusta, where someone would sing every two days, and John Denver, the hottest country singer of the seventies, "Country Road Take Me Home," which depicts the scenery of West Virginia in the eastern United States.

Clap your hands, at least the previous melody is pretty good, at least it's been practiced.

Closing his eyes and burping, Father Han sang with a smile: "It's heaven!

Life there is old, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, and grows slowly like the wind.

Country road, take me home. To the place where I grew up—West Virginia, Mountain Mom.

Country road, take me home, and all my memories revolve around her, the miner's lover, the man who has never seen the sea.

The sky was gray and dark. The moonlight was hazy and my tears were in my eyes."

Han Xuan was surprised, he was going to pick a thorn so that he could laugh at him, but he didn't expect it to be quite good, and then he remembered that he was incomplete in five tones, and muttered how he hadn't inherited this talent, clapping his hands and humming.

"She called me in the morning and the radio broadcast reminded me of my distant hometown ~ driving down the road I felt that I should have come home yesterday. Yesterday I went home, country road, and took me home. ”

"Wow, boss, good singing! It's better than the original!" Martinez waited for him to finish singing, clapping vigorously, relying on his black face not to be red, and the sycophants clattered.

Father Han laughed proudly: "Of course, I have been to his concerts several times, and Mr. John Denver personally instructed me!"

"Come on. Drink some more wine!" Old Barton raised his glass and shouted, "After drinking this batch of wine, it is time for the new brew to come out." It tastes good ourselves, and I only drink whiskey except for this wine. ”

"That's a psychological effect, I drink wine and it tastes the same, what's the difference, you're so old. Let's drink less, haha!"

Jones retorted to Alexander: "You don't have to drink good wine to say that, you have to ask the boss for this kind of thing, right, boss." What does it taste like?"

"Well, it's really no different, it's the same as famous brands, it's all about selling fame. Father Han stood up and touched his stomach, poured a cup, and said.

"Do you have one, give us a taste?"

"Of course not. ”

It's right to drink too much, but I'm not stunned, the child is still next to him, it will definitely be miserable to throw himself into the net, and it is estimated that he will have to stew beef with red wine tomorrow, Father Han swept something, raised his head, and a ray of light fell straight down, and his eyes gradually widened.

It's just two seconds.

Boom!

Han Xuan turned his head instantly.

A pine tree in the grass had several thick branches broken and then jumped, just hitting his calf.

The first thought is pain, and the second thought is burning.

Covering his leg in pain, he found a black sphere the size of an egg rolling down, emitting pale white smoke.

I don't know who shouted: "Meteor!"

Looking up at the sky, there are long green horizontals dragged out of the night sky, and there can be more than ten of them, all over the night sky.

The starry sky is pale purple, these greens are dazzling and shining, only for a moment, although faint, but very dazzling.

After a while, several more green lines slid through the sky, all in the same direction.

Han Xuan forgot about the pain at the moment and understood that the pop rain was really coming!

Hearing her son shouting just now, my mother put down her wine glass and hurriedly ran over.

I don't know where I was hiding before, Jason and George, two bodyguards, also appeared from the shadows and asked him loudly, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I was stoned. ”

"Meteorite?" Father Han shook his head, remembering the scene he had just seen, and opened his mouth wide.

Han Xuan was stupid, he climbed a few steps to pick up the stone, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, he felt hot and immediately retracted it.

Looking down at the jeans, which were a little yellow, and there was still residual heat on the touch, he replied with a sad face, "It's really a meteorite!"

The mother was anxious to grope for her son's calf, and asked twice: "Are you okay?!Where is the injury?!"

"Really, it just hurts. Han Xuan stretched out his leg to show her, his pants rolled up, and the place was a little blue, and he raised his head again.

Tonight the weather was clear and the visibility was high, making it a great place for stargazing, and the sky crossed a few long lines every few minutes, and the opening told Joanna to turn off the lights in the yard and look up at these rare sights.

Old Barton leaned over, his nose was red after drinking, he looked at the black ball, his face was strange, and he opened his mouth to speak, and there was a smell of wine, "Boy, do you know, if nothing else, you are the second lucky one in the record." ”

"What do you mean?"

"When I was a teenager, probably in 1950, I heard a story on the radio that I still remember.

A woman in Alabama was hit by a meteorite that pierced through the roof and fell on the radio, then bounced into her abdomen, cutting a wound more than a dozen centimeters long.

The radio says she's the first person to be hit by a meteorite in recorded history, and probably a few minutes ago, you became the second. ”

"Ah, there are tens of thousands of meteors every year, and you have hit one?" Han Xuan was still thinking that he was unlucky just now, but he didn't expect to be so unlucky.

Covering her calves, glad that she was not injured like her, but the poor pine tree broke a few branches, thanks to which they shared the impact, if you tilt more than ten meters and hit your head directly, it is estimated that the first person to be stoned to death will be born gloriously

"Well, that's that bad luck. Old Patton tried to touch the meteorite, and it was a little hot, but within an acceptable range, it felt like a stone, and the surface was uneven.

Martinez said, "Put it down, Barton, maybe there's radiation!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, meteorites contain basically the same materials on the earth, unless they encounter special meteorites such as uranium. Anderson argued, reaching out to Old Barton to take a look, "Obviously an ordinary stony meteorite." ”

Father Han was not very relieved, and persuaded him: "Let's let it go first, and ask an expert before talking."

They talked about the meteorite, and the meteor shower in the sky continued.

One by one is extremely beautiful, occasionally dense, sometimes not visible for a few minutes, half an hour has passed, and there can be more than eighty in total.

At this moment, a big guy several times thicker than other meteors appeared in the sky, and the spectators screamed!

In the blink of an eye, boom again!

Far away from the villa, a small mushroom cloud appeared, and the ground trembled

"Damn!

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