Deng Jiamao is a wanderer, he has seen dishes from all over the world, eaten Chinese and Western food, and eaten delicious dishes and unpalatable dishes.

But when he ate a few side dishes cooked by Hu Junbiao in a short time, his eyes were full of tears, a stack of cabbage cooked in Hu Junbiao's hands was crystal clear, and the soup splashed out when he took a bite, with an inexplicable taste of home, like the taste of the meals cooked by his mother at the beginning.

A taste of home.

"Good, delicious. "The rice was cooked by Zhang Tong'er for himself, and there wasn't much, so Hu Junbiao only made half a bowl.

The rest of the rice and the dishes on the table were swept away by Deng Jiamao, and after a while, there were only a few empty plates left on the table, and the rice in the rice cooker was also empty.

Deng Jiamao leaned back in his chair, burped, and then took a sip of a glass of farmhouse rice wine that Hu Junbiao poured for him, and exclaimed: "It's delicious." ”

"When you are full of food and drink, can you tell a story?" Hu Junbiao smiled when he saw Deng Jiamao's eating posture like a hungry tiger pounced, and then when the words came out, he saw Deng Jiamao's face with a vicissitudes of life, took out a cigarette from his body and put it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it slowly, his eyes were dark and deep, as if he had experienced the world.

Deng Jiamao, a native of Sichuan Province.

After graduating from a key university, he had a good job, and he had lived a regular life for more than ten years, and suddenly felt that this was not the life he wanted, he wanted to sing, and then he went to participate in a talent show.

The result can be imagined to be eliminated, but his heart is not dead, and he discussed with his parents that he took the money he earned to go abroad with the guitar.

Deng Jiamao eats cheap food every day abroad because of the fact that he only has such a little money, and only on festive days does he buy a bottle of old godmother to live. At that time, he always had a very serious question, that is, why did the old godmother sell so fucking expensive abroad?

Deng Jiamao looked for a job and found a job, but because he was upright, he couldn't stand the boss's behavior of deducting employees' wages, and angrily scolded the boss for getting his salary as he wished, and he was fired as expected.

Later, Deng Jiamao worked as a picking employee in an orchard abroad, and when he was homesick, he picked the cherries hard, and when he wanted to, he picked a cherry and put it in his mouth, leaving tears while eating, saying that I was not bitter, and I was very happy.

After struggling in the orchard for a while, Deng Jiamao had a broken second-hand car. With the money he earned, he said goodbye to the owner of the orchard and continued to wander, this time to a magical town.

There are seagulls on the lake, ducks on the water, and the town is backed by a snowy mountain with perennial freezing smoke. There are troubadours and entertainers, and there is now a yellow-skinned singer, who earns much more from singing abroad than a worker at home who works hard for a month.

But in addition to Deng Jiamao's stable harvest, he has also experienced a lot of interesting things in the town.

He made a cameo appearance as a singer, witnessed the wedding of the bride and groom, and he played and laughed with the children on Halloween, and he became part of the town.

Until one day he was homesick.

He gave most of the money he earned to some of the poor people in the town, and left freely in the town's people's "will he come back" inquiry. When he returned to China, he first reunited with his parents for a few months, but he couldn't hold back his desire to travel and let him continue to set off.

As a result, because most of the funds in the previous foreign country were given to my parents, when I came out, the funds were insufficient, and I sang all the way. When it was hard, the wallet was stolen by a thief, and there were not a few dollars in the wallet, so the person who invested in his wallet also cried. Then Deng Jiamao and the thief had a rich friendship.

Warning thieves that stealing things is not a way to get by, listening to thieves sing is not bad, and then playing guitar and singing by himself and thieves singing in some shops.

The thief couldn't let go at first, and the voice he sang later was louder than Deng Jiamao's, but when the good days were always different, Deng Jiamao gave the money he earned from singing to the thief who took the train home, and waved his hand with tears and said goodbye, but Deng Jiamao became a poor egg again.

So, here he is.

"Can you sing?" Hu Junbiao looked at the spirited Deng Jiamao, his eyes burning slightly.

"Hmm. Deng Jiamao nodded, quickly picked up the guitar he put aside, and said to Hu Junbiao, "Do you want to give you a section?"

"Here's a paragraph. Hu Junbiao chuckled.

Deng Jiamao didn't shirk, just plucked the strings and slowly opened his mouth when the notes were fluttering.

What is sung Hu Junbiao does not understand, not Chinese, but the voice is contagious, even if you don't understand the content, you can listen to Deng Jiamao's voice has a kind of intoxicating magic.

"I can't write any good tunes and songs, but boss, you can. I'm here to go to you, one is that the scenery here is good, and the other is that you heard from those people here that there is a tavern downstairs, which can attract a lot of people with literary and artistic dreams to gather here, and I want to try it. ”

At the end of the song, looking at Hu Junbiao's slightly intoxicated look, Deng Jiamao felt extremely satisfied.

"A month's salary is two thousand and a half, you take over the night shift for Zhang Tong'er in the Xiaoyao Inn, and you live in the employee's accommodation if you have no place to live. The people selected by the system are in line with the story, and the story is not bad, which is quite moving, at least Hu Junbiao was moved, and he directly told his work and salary.

"Did you admit me?" Deng Jiamao couldn't believe it.

"Guess. ”

"Wow, is Zhang Tong'er the beauty at the front desk?" Deng Jiamao was a little pleased, but when he thought of this question, he was a little sad.

"Well, what's wrong?"

When he was in the hall, Deng Jiamao stared at Zhang Tong'er vigorously, and his eyes were called a sentimental vein, which made Hu Junbiao feel that this product would not be emotional as soon as he returned to China?

It's not like an animal in heat.

"Oh my God, there are so many fewer opportunities to chat with beautiful women. Boss, why are you so ruthless? Deng Jiamao quickly assumed the identity of being an employee in the Easy Inn, and at this time, holding his head almost looked up to the sky and roared.

"Come on, you don't have anything to do during the day, just just help out. When the business is not busy, Hu Junbiao's requirements for the employees are very relaxed, and the daily work of the inn can be enjoyed in their leisure time.

When he heard this, Deng Jiamao's eyes instantly lit up: "Tell the truth?"

"Come on, your singing skills are good, and when you recruit the right front desk staff, you can go to the tavern to sing and fulfill your music dream. Hu Junbiao is also open to these things, and said with a smile.

When Deng Jiamao heard this, his eyes lit up.

The reason for coming to this Xiaoyao Inn is not only the good scenery around, but also the important thing is that he has not heard Hu Junbiao's song "Nanshan Nan".

Presumably the lyrics and songs were created by Hu Junbiao himself, Deng Jiamao has a musical dream, especially after a wandering, his voice bursts out with inspiration, and his voice is more pure, and he learns singing skills with wandering artists and singers in the town.

"Hey, I just thought of something I need your help with, and I'm doing a good job of raising my salary. Hu Junbiao was troubled by an incident recently, and when he heard Deng Jiamao's singing, an idea came to him spontaneously.