But it was said that Zhengji returned home, and as soon as he entered the door, Zhengxueping and Li Xuemei came around, Li Xuemei looked at her son worriedly, and couldn't wait to ask: "Son, how are you talking?" If it really doesn't work, let's just promise them, we can't afford to take such a big risk for a yard, we can't afford to hide, this kind of person is still good from the starting point. ”

Masaki nodded, sat on the sofa, poured a glass of water for his parents and said, "It's okay Mom, Dad, I talked to them just now, and it's been negotiated, so you don't have to worry about this matter."

Zheng Xueping and Li Xuemei glanced at each other, saw Zheng Ji's indifferent appearance, and his heart was a little settled, sure enough, his son did use his own way to solve things when he went out just now, and combined with the fact that his son had dinner with the mayor of a city in Xincheng a few days ago, maybe he could really solve it easily, Zheng Xueping couldn't help but feel a little emotional, unconsciously, the child has begun to hold up a piece of the sky, and can solve the problem that seems thorny to him and his wife, although he doesn't know the specific method, son, he has indeed grown up.

"Xiao Zheng, Dad knows that you are good now, and your ability must be much stronger than your parents, so I won't ask more, I just want to tell you, no matter what it is, no matter how precious it is, it can't compare to our family being together peacefully, don't suffer for the sake of fighting for a moment, sometimes take a step back and the same sky", Zheng Xueping looked at his son and said with emotion.

"Well, Dad, you're right, I remember", Zhengji nodded, and agreed very much in his heart, after he was reborn, it was not for the people around him to be happy and happy, and no longer leave regrets, if he couldn't even do this, so that a coal boss could come to the door casually to threaten, then he was too much of a failure as a reborn, he was confident, within three days, Wang Zhi would definitely call him, and during this time, his practice with Itachi in space was not for nothing.

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In the center of the courtyard, there is a small bronze fountain with a small bronze sculpture dripping on the surrounding plants, shining in the moonlight.

The whole courtyard is filled with a romantic atmosphere, the magnificent villa is extremely luxurious, making you feel like you are in the illusion of the palace, the hollow carved furniture, showing the owner's different taste, fresh and unconventional.

A woman wearing silk pajamas, lying on the sofa on her side, stared blankly at the transparent roof made of glass above the villa, the moonlight sprinkled on her face, there was a fresh and refined beauty, but the sad expression on her face destroyed this beauty, and she threw the sheet music in her hand to the ground angrily, watching the sheet music draw a long distance on the smooth marble floor.

"Concubine, what's wrong? Still not inspired yet? A gentle female voice came from upstairs, and a lady about forty years old was holding a milky white kitten and looked at Yu Fei on the sofa downstairs and said.

"Sister Ying, I really can't think of it, my head is about to explode these days, but inspiration is like a flower in the moon mirror in the water, it always disappears when I feel that I can reach it, I feel that I am not Jiang Lang is exhausted?" The princess on the sofa changed her posture, sighed and said with a blank look.

"How so? Concubine, you are too anxious, you are the winner of the Golden Melody Award, the first Chinese female artist to appear on the American "Time" magazine, your talent is unparalleled, you put too much pressure on yourself, listen to Sister Ying's words, rest for a few days, calm down, I feel that I will always come back", Sister Ying walked to the side of the princess, gently put the cat in her hand on the ground, poured a glass of water and handed it to the princess.

"Sister Ying, you don't have to comfort me, I'm going to participate in the Spring Festival Gala in a few days, but I don't have good works yet, do you really want to take the old works to the Spring Festival Gala to be embarrassed? Flowers are not red for a hundred days, people are not good for a thousand days, I probably really can't do it", the princess did not move because of Sister Ying's comfort, and still said in a low voice.

Sister Ying looked at the princess's sluggish appearance, a little distressed, the princess in front of her was she watched all the way to today, she had never seen the princess look so low now.

"Is the child's cold better? Asleep? The princess suddenly asked.

"Well, I just fell asleep, and the fever is almost gone," Sister Ying said, glancing upstairs.

"Alas, it's all my fault, since I gave birth to Tong'er, I don't care much about her, I've been busy with my career, I haven't even drunk breast milk a few times, Brother Peng is too, I'm busy, no one cares about the child, I think I'll just retire now, and take good care of Tong'er wholeheartedly," the princess said with some discouragement.

"Concubine, how can you think that? Having a child does not mean that you can't have your own career and interests, not to mention, for the sake of a better tomorrow for the child, for the child to win at the starting line, you can't give up halfway, you are now in the rising period of your career, if you can seize the opportunity, sway, I believe that the future of the child's life can be more superior, you are now not only for yourself, but also for your family is working hard", Sister Ying heard the loss in the princess's words, her heart tightened, and hurriedly dissuaded.

"What can I do? Am I willing to quit like that? But if I want to rely on my past fame to eat and walk around like everyone else, it is absolutely impossible," the princess suddenly became very excited, and it can be seen that from the bottom of her heart, she still likes acting very much.

Chen Jiaying frowned and thought about it, and suddenly said, "Actually, concubine, this matter is not without a solution. ”

"What's the solution?"

"You can go and invite songs", Chen Jiaying's voice slowly echoed in the hall.

"Ask someone else to write me a song? Sister Ying, you don't have a fever too, do you? Now those lyricists who are mixed, which song can you see that they can write to your ears? It's all indiscriminate, the songs they write, except for those third-rate singers who regard them as treasures, who else can see it, Sister Ying, you are ruining me, you also know that I would rather lack than abuse, let me sing their songs, I can't do it", the princess heard it, and said quickly.

"Concubine, don't worry, I haven't said who to sing with, have you heard "Dusk"?" Chen Jiaying said to the princess with a mysterious face.

"Twilight? New songs? Sister Ying, you know that I have been working in this villa for the past few months, and I have never even left the door, so how can I have time to care about the situation outside", the princess said confusedly.

"You wait, I'll go get something" Chen Jiaying heard the princess's answer, immediately sat up from the sofa, trotted all the way towards the room on the second floor of the villa, and when she came back, she was already holding a disc in her hand, and raised it at the princess, looking at the princess's blank look, she smiled proudly and stuffed the disc into the player. I couldn't wait to press the play button.

For two hours, the princess and Sister Ying sat quietly on the sofa, quietly listening to the songs played in the high-end stereo, the mellow and slightly hoarse magnetic voice of the political discipline echoed in the villa, the princess's expression was also followed by the passionate tactfulness of the music, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes smiling, the whole person was completely attracted by this classic lyrics and music, the princess could not imagine that a person's album would one day make her seem to forget time, the artistic conception of each song is so far-reaching, so aftertaste, There has never been an album that can give her such a feeling now, each song seems to contain different emotions, so that listening to it seems to experience a different life, happy, melancholy, passionate, moving, if the first song amazes her, then each of the next songs, it makes her heart hang high, what kind of feeling is that? Whenever I listen to a classic, I always look forward to the next one with apprehension in my heart, worried that the level of the next song will not reach the height of the previous songs, but this situation did not happen, the princess was surprised to find that the whole ten songs, although the style is different, but they actually have their own merits, comparable, just a few hours, so that she seems to recall a lifetime, the youth of childhood, the sweetness of love, the passion of struggle, and the nostalgia for the past, each of which can be said to be an unprecedented classic, Every song on this album will undoubtedly be a masterpiece, and she has no doubt that every song has the potential to be remembered for centuries.

It was as if she had experienced an auditory feast, and as the last note fell, the sound of the speaker stopping was ticking, and it took a while for the princess to wake up from her intoxicated state.

"Concubine, how do you feel? Can it still fit in the ears? Chen Jiaying asked with a smile on her face.

"Sister Ying, was that the collection you put together just now?" The princess did not answer, but asked, suspecting that Sister Ying had collected the good songs she had written outside these days in retreat, burned them on a disc and put them on a disc for her to listen to.

Chen Jiaying glanced at the princess in surprise, and quickly saw her thoughts, shook her head and said, "Concubine, if I say that this is a new album released by one person, do you believe it?" ”

"I don't believe it, Sister Ying, you have been making music for so long, you should know that even if you are an emperor superstar, each singer's style is different, each has its own characteristics, or passion, or nostalgia, or encouragement, it is different, it can be said that people follow their songs, songs are like people, so how can a person write ten songs with different styles and different positioning, in these ten songs, I heard the passion of the youth, the sweet love of the lover, the nostalgia of the old man, how can it be written by one person, even if it is a genius, It is impossible to integrate such complex and diverse feelings into one album, let alone call each one a classic," the princess shook her head and said with a determined expression.