When he came to the table, five dishes and one soup had been placed on the table, which was quite sumptuous, and the rice had already been served, Yuan Zelang was not polite to sit on the seat and start eating. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These meals are cooked by the chef specially hired by the Bu family, and the taste and appearance are very good, especially the plate of Dongpo meat Yuan Zelang is very enjoyable.

Dongpo didn't eat a bite of the meat, because this dish was actually specially added for Yuan Zelang's arrival, she just took some vegetables and ate the rice in the bowl in small bites, looking at Yuan Zelang from time to time, as if she wanted to say something but was a little embarrassed to say it.

Yuan Zelang put all his mind on eating, and he didn't notice these small actions of Bu Qianqian.

"Woo... Well fed. ”

After picking up the last grain of trouble in the bowl, Yuan Zelang put the bowl on the table and leaned on the chair to say contentedly.

"Where are your toiletries and change of clothes, where are the bathrooms?" Bu Qianqian saw Yuan Zelang finish eating, pointed to a bag on the coffee table, and then pointed to one of the five doors.

Hearing this, Yuan Zelang got up from the chair, picked up his bowl, and asked, "Where is the bowl?" ”

"Just put it here, I'll clean it up after eating, and Aunt Zhao will come to wash it tomorrow." Bu Qianqian said.

When Yuan Zelang heard this, he looked at Bu Qianqian with some curiosity, and then said, "Okay." ”

After saying that, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to wash.

"Wait, why are you looking at me like that?" Bu Qianqian stopped Yuan Zelang.

"It's nothing, you're not as delicate as you imagined, it's good." Yuan Zelang spoke.

"Huh?" Bu Qianqian's brain suddenly turned a little bit, and she looked at Yuan Zelang with a red face and a little dazed.

Is that good? Is this guy saying he's pretty?

For a while, Bu Qianqian's heartbeat suddenly became faster, and remembering the appearance of Yuan Zelang playing the piano just now, she couldn't help but feel a little shy in her heart.

Yuan Zelang looked at Bu Qianqian's somewhat panicked appearance, deliberately raised his eyebrows, and said in a somewhat ambiguous tone: "Say you're beautiful, I'll go take a bath first." ”

"You're going to die!" Bu Qianqian looked at Yuan Zelang with a cheap look, and directly threw the chopsticks in her hand towards Yuan Zelang.

"Ah, murdered my husband!" Yuan Zelang narrowly escaped Bu Qianqian's attack, and rushed to the bathroom with the toiletries on the coffee table and the bag containing clothes.

"You! Hooligans, huh! Sure enough, he is not a good person. Bu Qianqian looked at Yuan Zelang's back and stomped her feet angrily.

was so angry with Yuan Zelang that Bu Qianqian couldn't eat, so she simply poured the rest of the dishes into a plastic bag, tied a knot and threw them into the trash, and then packed up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

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For a singer, it is very important to practice his voice every day.

Beginners must practice their voices for 45 minutes in the morning and afternoon and sing for 45 minutes every day, because only by constantly reviewing the past and learning new things can they become more proficient in their singing skills and control of the voice.

As a professional singer, especially after becoming famous, it is even more essential to practice your voice, which is the most basic professional quality as a singer.

Yuan Zelang was like this in his previous life, although he was hidden in the snow for seven years, he insisted on practicing his voice for two hours every day, which has formed a benign and instinctive habit of daily vocal practice.

He knows that only by maintaining good singing habits and vocal coordination can he enhance his singing vitality and prolong his life.

In his previous life, he usually practiced his voice for one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening when he took a bath, so now he is ready to continue this good habit in his previous life.

He had a different body now, although he knew some of the vocal skills and the control of his breath. But that was relative to his body and voice in his previous life, and he still said that he didn't know anything about the characteristics of his current voice.

Therefore, he has to practice more, and he must understand the vocal characteristics of his current voice in the fastest time, so as to formulate a suitable plan for his own singing.

Moreover, he not only has to practice his voice but also exercise his body, and a good singer not only needs to have a good voice, but also needs to have a good body. His current body was really tattered and a little badly because it was devastated by his previous master, otherwise the various indices of the big star system would not be so bad.

Thinking of the various indices of his body, Yuan Zelang couldn't help but look at his lower body.

As for what you saw, I believe everyone can guess...... It's small and short anyway.

"Nima, cheating daddy!" Looking at the basically negligible thing in his lower body, Yuan Zelang couldn't help but explode, hit his head against the wall, and let the water on the sprinkler sprinkle from his own water on his head.

"Alas... Let's practice your voice first, buddy, you wait, and when you earn enough attribute points, I'll be able to make it bigger and thicker for you. After a while, Yuan Zelang opened his little brother, sighed, and then began to practice while taking a bath.

Bu Qianqian put away the dishes and chopsticks, washed her hands and came to the sofa to sit down and turn on the TV to watch, she didn't go back to her room, but was going to wait for Yuan Zelang to take a shower and let him prove to himself that he could make music.

At this moment, there was a ghostly cry from the direction of the bathroom.

"He's practicing his voice with this ghostly scream?" Bu Qianqian said after hearing Yuan Zelang's voice.

Thinking that she would be able to sing after practicing, Bu Qianqian suddenly became interested, she turned off the sound of the TV to the minimum, and wanted to hear how Yuan Zelang would sing later.

Sure enough, not long after, Bu Qianqian heard Yuan Zelang's singing voice from the direction of the bathroom.

She didn't know exactly what the lyrics were singing, but the tune seemed to be pretty good.

So Bu Qianqian turned off the TV completely, wanting to hear what Yuan Zelang was singing.

But unfortunately, the sound insulation effect of the bathroom is really good, even if the TV is turned off, Bu Qianqian can't hear the content of Yuan Zelang's lyrics.

Yuan Zelang's voice kept coming, and a faint, clear voice entered his ears, slowly arousing the curiosity in Bu Qianqian's heart. Obviously working hard, but I can't hear what the lyrics are singing, Qianqian has a feeling of scratching her heart.

So she quietly walked in the direction of the bathroom step by step, and slowly, she began to faintly hear some lyrics.

“…… Can't guess...... of you

…… Flip Photos...... You at the same table

Who...... of you

Who read your diary......"

By the time she reached the bathroom door, she could finally hear the lyrics of the song.

"You used to be very careful

Ask me to borrow half an eraser

You've also talked about it unintentionally

Loved being with me

……

Who meets sentimental you

Who comforts you who love to cry

Who read the letter I wrote to you

Who threw it in the wind

The old days are gone

I will have my wife ...... too."

The extremely simple melody and extremely simple lyrics were poetically interpreted by Yuan Zelang's faint, tactful, and textured voice.

At this moment, Bu Qianqian felt as if something had hit her heart hard, and she subconsciously shuddered.

"Listen well!" Bu Qianqian stood stunned and muttered to herself.