Wang Yi played with the two children for a while, and then let the two children play by themselves. It is estimated that Yu Jinqiu is about to get off work, and Wang Yi feels that he should cook a meal. Wang Yi and the two generations have lived together for almost seventy years, but they really don't have much cooking skills. The best dishes are scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded potatoes, braised eggplant, garlic vegetables and other home-cooked common dishes. But Wang Yi is willing to do it and is willing to try. No matter who has been lying down for 17 years, after sleeping for more than 30 years, they will no longer want to lie lazily on the sofa and watch mobile phones and TV.

When Yu Jinqiu opened the door, Wang Yi had just cooked a meal. The apron is still worn on the body. Two little ones are lying on the ground playing with toys. The warmth of a home that has not been seen for a long time is instantly enveloped, and it is full of emotion. For a moment, the corners of Yu Jinqiu's eyes moistened.

The meals were very basic, but everyone had a great time. After eating, Yu Jinqiu took the initiative to brush the dishes, Wang Yi gave Jiajia water to take a bath, and shouted to wash with Jiajia, there was no way, Wang Yi and two children washed together. Looking at the scene of a happy bath in the bathroom, Yu Jinqiu suddenly felt that it was good to have a man at home.

After taking a bath, Nan Nan was sent to the room, but Nan Nan was clamoring to sleep with Jiajia. In the end, Yu Jinqiu agreed to Nannan's request. Then Yu Jinqiu told a story to the two little ones in the room, and Wang Yi walked out of the house with a guitar on his back.

The night in June in the capital is not too hot. But the young and beautiful figures of the girls and the shorter and shorter skirt corners all seduce the heartburn in the hearts of the young people. Houhai, like the earth's plane, is filled with literature and commotion. Not as irritable and superficial as Sanlitun. If it is said that Houhai is like red wine, you want to talk about it, and you want to refuse it. That Sanlitun is the heartburn and brain-rushing of the second pot.

Wang Yi casually walked into a bar, Blue Time. Maybe it's because I like the name. But I can't say why I like it, I don't know how to do it. Just go with the flow. There are not many people in the bar, and the decoration is British, the kind of big street, which is the same as the industrial age. There is a young female singer singing on the stage, it can be heard that it is jazz, and there is a temptation in the lazy voice, the song is something that Wang Yi has never heard, it is very fresh.

Wang Yi didn't find an empty table to sit down, and sat directly on the high stool at the bar, and the bartender's professional voice floated by, "Sir, what do you need to drink?"

"Eh~" Wang Yileng paused for a moment and said, "Beer, just give me a beer." ”

"What kind of beer do you need? I'm Xu Zhao, the bartender here, you can call me Xiao Zhao!"

"Whatever!" Wang Yi said, "Why don't you recommend one?"

"Let's drink our own draft beer!" said the bartender with a smile, "The machine and recipe that were only imported from Belgium this year have been improved by our hostess, and the taste is not bad." ”

"Okay! I'll try it!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

After a while, the bartender brought a glass of beer, and the foam on it was quite uniform and delicate. Wang Yi took a sip, there was a kind of malt fragrance, it felt good, and gave a thumbs up to the bartender.

"How about it, I'm satisfied!" The bartender was still very talkative: "It's not blowing, our hostess's research on wine is something that all the bars on this street can't catch up!"

"How's the business?" Wang Yi chatted with the bartender very casually.

"It's okay, it's less than the top, it's more than the bottom. The wine in our store is good, and there are many repeat customers. There are no people yet, and around 11 o'clock is the busiest time for our store. “

"Oh, wait and see!" Wang Yi said, "What about your boss?"

"Uh~" The bartender paused for a moment and said, "Are you in trouble, the boss hasn't come yet, it's estimated that it's almost there." Look you're carrying a guitar, you're a singer!"

"Sort of!" Wang Yi replied uncertainly: "Eat with a mouthful!"

"That's right! we're short of singers now!" said the bartender excitedly, "The boss should be there soon, you can wait a little longer, as long as you don't sing too badly, there is no problem working here!"

As soon as Wang turned around, he saw a twenty-five or six-year-old beauty coming over, each of them was about one meter six or five, with a slender figure, a good figure by sight, and long hair. There is a kind of purity in the temperament, and there is no smell of wind and dust everywhere in the bar.

"Sister Qing, this is here to apply for a singer!"

"Oh?" the beautiful woman groaned, examined Wang Yi, and said, "Sir doesn't mind showing it on stage!"

"Of course I don't mind," Wang Yi said, "You have to be satisfied with the boss before you can go to work!"

"That's good!" the beauty said to the bartender, "Xiao Zhao, you go and arrange it!"

Xiao Zhao took the order and went. After a while, the girl on the stage stopped singing, bowed to the audience, and then came off the stage by herself.

Wang Yi followed Xiao Zhao to the stage. Sit down on the barstool, hold the guitar in your arms, gently sweep the strings, a string of crisp guitar sounds came out of the stereo, the sound quality of the speaker is very good, and the reverse feed is also in place.

Wang must have calmed down, and thought about "Dear Child" in his mind. Both hands involuntarily played a series of beautiful notes.

Did the little child cry today?

Whether the friends have left and left the loneliness that they can't take away

Wang Yi closed his eyes, his voice was a little sandy, but it revealed a unique quality, Wang Yi's mouth was very close to the microphone, and he could hear the air flow of the human voice when singing, but there was no spout.

Did the beautiful child cry today

Whether you get your beautiful clothes dirty but can't find anyone to talk to

Li Qing'er was hit by Wang Yi's voice and song, directly to the bottom of her heart, and suddenly a lot of past events surfaced in her heart, that trace of anger, that trace of guilt········

Clever kid did not cry today

Whether you have lost your beloved gift

Look in the wind from early morning to dusk

Wang Yi's mind involuntarily appeared that day, Jiajia's helpless and anxious eyes, a sour feeling in his heart, and his feelings burst out~

My dear child

Whether the wind blew out the candle

Walk alone in the dark, dear child, quickly dry your tears

I am willing to accompany you on your way home

Jiajia, dear child, your last father was a bastard, a coward, a selfish and incompetent guy, Jiajia, I will love you more in the future~

Dear child, did you cry today?

Whether the friends have left and left the loneliness that they can't take away

Dear child, did you cry today?

Whether you have lost your beloved gift

Look in the wind from early morning to dusk

After singing a song, it is completely ignored by the previous female singer and treated as a background sound. Wang Yi's singing was still approved by many guests, because he did not enter the state of listening to the song at the beginning, most of them entered halfway, but it did not prevent everyone from recognizing Wang Yi.