Updated: 2013-11-06

Chapter 850, hide like before!

Be quiet. Gasp.

The father and daughter stubbornly looked at each other.

"Zhang He, you disappointed me too much. You've let me down so much. Zhang Zhuoli clutched his chest and said with a flushed face. He has high blood pressure, and his blood pressure spikes whenever he argues with people.

"Zhang Zhuoli, you disappointed me too much. I was so disappointed. Zhang He looked at him coldly and said. If you're not so philistine, we can still be friends. ”

"Philistine?" Zhang Zhuoli's voice suddenly increased by countless decibels. "You say that our philistine? How did I become a philistine? Where am I in the market? What's wrong with making life better for your family? What's wrong with having an extra layer of insurance in your home? ”

"To make a good life for your family?" Zhang He sneered. "Why are you embarrassed to say that?"

She pointed to her red and swollen cheeks and shouted angrily, "This is what you call a good day? Or did you never treat me like family? ”

"Zhang He, you know the reason."

"yes. Of course I know why. Zhang He said. To please that cripple. So you're going to sell your daughter? ”

"I'm not here to please that cripple." Zhang Zhuoli was also very angry, why couldn't his daughter understand his hard work? "I'm here to save our Zhang family. You don't know what your dad does? You don't know what our Zhang family started on? Whose coal kiln hasn't had an accident? Whose well hasn't buried anyone? No one from above is being held accountable, so we can just pay some money to the family. Someone from above is going to investigate, our coal kiln is about to close, and even your brother and I have to go to jail with me-"

"Who is Youjia? They are the creators of this game, they are the enforcers of all the rules. They want you to live so you can live. They want you dead, and a spit can drown us - can we refuse when the nomads come to us? He has the handle of our house in his hand, do I dare to refuse? ”

Zhang Zhuoli sat down on the sofa, looking physically and mentally tired, and said, "I'm also for this family." ”

"So, if you do something wrong, let me pay for it?" Zhang He did not accept this explanation. "If you want to hide your crimes, let me go and harm others. Do you raise a daughter to solve your problems? No wonder you say it's better to have a dog than to raise me. Now it seems that it is indeed better than-"

"Zhang He-" Zhang Zhuoli's forehead jumped. His daughter has such a thing, every time the two quarrel, he will be so angry with her that the three Buddhas are born and smoke.

"What? Am I wrong? Isn't that what you just said? Zhang He said unadmittedly.

"Is Tang Zhong so important to you? More important than parents and brothers? Whatever the lame wanderer wants, you just give him - why make him angry? Why do you want to put the lives of several members of our family on the line? Have you thought about the consequences? You're not too small, do things and think about the consequences? Zhang Zhuoli said bitterly persuasively.

"Of course, Tang Zhong is not as important as his parents and family." Zhang He looked at his father with a serious face and said, "But, just because he is not as important as you, I will try to harm him?" I'm going to blow up his secrets and scandals? I'm going to poison him? I'm going to rape him for not #etiquette#forcible #? ”

"You-"

"I know he's not a good guy either, but he didn't hurt me. Not only did he not hurt me, he saved me, he helped me - and I liked him a little. Say, "Why should I harm him?" Just because of that madman's request? If they threaten your lives and tell me to strip naked and run naked in the city square, shall I go? ”

“――”

"Maybe I'll go there at that time. In order to save your lives, besides, I'm not in bad shape. But why should I kill for him? In order to cover up your mine troubles, you want me to kill for him? And it's the closest person to me? Hurt my friends? ”

“――”

"Do you have such a thing as an IQ?" Zhang He asked.

"How do you talk to your dad?" Zhang Zhuoli jumped up, and he was about to move towards Zhang He again.

"I'm just curious if you have such a thing as an IQ." Zhang He said.

"I didn't, you did? If you were me, what would you do? Your choice will only be the same as mine. Zhang Zhuoli asked rhetorically.

"If I were you, I would never allow such a thing to happen. If you standardize your business, rectify within a time limit, and report something to the police, what will happen like this? Will someone get caught? ”

"It's easy to say, do you know how much it costs to do those things? Do you know how much time that wastes? All the surrounding coal mines are like this, so we stupidly run to rectify and report? I--do I have such a thing as IQ? ”

"Since you are so righteous and feel that you are completely right, why are you so angry now? Why do you want me to help you solve the problem? ”

"Zhang He, can you be reasonable?"

"Who the hell is being unreasonable?"

“――”

After the argument, there was a long silence.

Zhang Zhuoli felt that his daughter didn't understand herself, didn't understand herself, was playful and willful, and didn't care about the safety of her family and the life or death of her relatives.

Zhang He felt even more uncomfortable, on the one hand, his parents and brothers, on the other hand, his teammates and friends and even Tang Chong, who he liked a little, because of a person's interference, he wanted to frame his lover for his relatives-

"It's so ugly. You are so ugly, it's not good to stay at home, run around and frighten the children, what should I do, even if you don't frighten the children, what should I do if you frighten the flowers and plants, you have a problem with your legs, that is an obstacle created by God for you to travel, you will definitely be punished if you go against God's will, Guanyin Bodhisattva, if you come to the Buddha, you will not let you go——"

"What did you say?" Zhang Zhuoli watched his daughter muttering such a long paragraph inexplicably, and looked at her suspiciously.

"Nothing. I'm cursing. Zhang He said. Your lesson is over, right? If it's over, I still have something to do. Bye. ”

"Zhang He, you stop for me." Zhang Zhuoli jumped up quickly and blocked in front of Zhang He. "You're not allowed to go?"

"What? Haven't learned the lesson yet? Zhang He's face showed her habitual mocking expression again. This kind of expression is extremely lethal, and ordinary people are angry when they see it. "Or didn't you fight enough?"

She pointed to her face and said, "Smoke." When are you tired of jerking off, when am I leaving. ”

"You-" Zhang Zhuoli was choked to death by his daughter again. I raised my hand, but I couldn't pull it down.

He looked at Zhang He with bloodshot eyes, and said softly: "Listen to Dad, don't go back for the time being." ”

"Why?"

"Because the nomads are angry right now. He seemed to have been caught by Tang Chong, and he suffered a big loss. I suspect that if he wants to take revenge on Tang Chong, he will also take revenge on you. If you go out at this time, don't you just give him a chance? What if he takes you away? ”

"You're thinking too much, I'm not going to give him a chance." Zhang He said. "Besides, I will always be with Tang Chong. If he wants to retaliate, he will retaliate against Tang Zhong first. What does it have to do with me? ”

Zhang Zhuoli grabbed his daughter's shoulder and screamed angrily: "I said that if you don't go out, you are not allowed to go out." You are not allowed to step out of this room without my permission. I'm just here staring at you, and there's someone guarding you at the door, so don't you want to go out. ”

"What if I have to go?" Zhang He looked into his father's eyes and said stubbornly.

"You—" Zhang Zhuoli raised his palm again.

After all, the slap did not go down.

He gently stroked the bruises on his daughter's face, and said with moist eyes: "The next time Dad hits you, you must hide—hide like before." ”――

"What's the easiest music to promote right now? Yes, it's Chinese style. The Chinese style is the classical essence of Chinese music, which has existed thousands of years ago. However, the music at that time was relatively monotonous, and the way of playing was relatively simple. The current Chinese style will add a lot of popular fashion elements. ”

Ye Qingyang was holding a stack of music scores in his hand, and he was seriously explaining some professional knowledge to Tang Chonglin.

"Your "Maple Voice" is a more successful example. Handsome men and beautiful women, intentional lyrics and beautiful melodies, this is the guarantee of the fire. Therefore, in the new album, we still have to try to make a Chinese-style music. Well, for the time being, consider it one, and if there is a good work, we can even consider adding two or more songs to it - although we are not singers who focus on the Chinese style route, such songs can easily help us expand our popularity. ”

Ye Qingyang took out a piece of paper from the folder and said, "Look, this is a poem that I asked the lyricist Ziyi to help write - "Heart Medicine". You take a look at it, and then we'll talk about how to make this music. ”

Tang Zhong and Lin Huiyin took the paper and looked at the lyrics on the paper.

The wine flag in the ancient town is yellow

The bluestone slab writes the past

The years do not think

Memories are mottled on the courtyard walls in the history books

The sound of pine waves passed through the dining room

The breeze carries a touch of medicinal fragrance

Catch three or two yellows

It does not heal the humble wounds of the world

Drink a bowl of hot moonlight, you hold a piece of paper, and look at the country from afar

The pillow sword waits for dawn, and the yellow sand is also crazy-

When Tang Zhong and Lin Huiyin read the lyrics, Ye Qingyang's eyes looked around, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said angrily: "Where is Zhang He? Why didn't Jang Hyuk come? Obviously made an appointment to rehearse a new song here this afternoon - why is she so attitude? Hmph, disrespect for music. ”

“――”

Tang Zhong knew that Ye Qingyang valued music, and was afraid that he would be angry because Zhang He 'didn't respect music', so he said: "I'll call her." ”

He took out his mobile phone to make a call, but the phone rang and said, "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off." ”

"Look at it, look at it-" Ye Qingyang was annoyed. "That's her attitude towards music?"

Tang Zhong frowned. Generally, when there is nothing to do, Zhang He will not turn off the phone. Is it because the phone is dead?

(PS: Thank you for the reward from Xiaobing Yige.) ）