The world is long, and the passers-by are in a hurry.

The tide rises and falls.

There will be a time to gather and disperse.

The song of the red sun is finally sung again, and the song, the melody and the lyrics are indeed likely to affect the lives of many people and accompany them to old age.

The greatest charm of classic songs lies in this.

But after all, Win Sick has never been a singer, a stage performer, even if it is, people will always end the show. Everyone can also understand that although many people are reluctant to give up on the song and their incomparable performances to win the disease, people have already said that there is a song, just a song, and they can't force others anymore, which is not beautiful.

In the hot eyes of the people, he was half awake and half drunk, and jumped off the stage with a chic wave of his hand.

I didn't take two steps as soon as I took a step, and I didn't know which brother in the crowd shouted with all his might: "Pretty boy, what's your name!"

Oh, yes! We don't even know his name! How can you just let him go, it's so sorry for his performance and the emotion and passion it brings.

The words startled a thousand waves, and everyone shouted after hearing the sound and asked, "Yes, you haven't told us our names yet, pretty boy?" I can't find your songs if I want to listen to them in the future! ”

"Winners in life, win in sickness!" Win the illness didn't look back, walked straight to his seat, and responded loudly.

Win the sick yourself? Win the sick yourself? What a strange name!

Wait a minute! Win the sick yourself? Why is it so familiar!

Finally, there was a sound of surprise, surprise, and exclaimed: "I remember!" It's him, the author of Sou Shen Ji, the one who writes novels, he is this name! ”

"I also remembered that I heard in the newspaper that the author was only ten years old, and at first I scoffed at it, and I didn't believe it at all. He was so young! What a strong offspring! A generation of new people replaces old people, and I feel old! ”

"That's right! I've also read his search for gods, it's really good, I've basically finished reading it so far, and I'm still chasing books. A sloppy uncle said. Followed by a young man also said: "Me too, I usually don't have much time except holidays, but recently I have time to study at work, and I can read when I go back from work, it's really torturous, the number of words is still too little." Hearing this, one person returned the tongue and said: "You are content, you are tens of thousands of words in a chapter, which is much stronger than when Jin Yong and Gu Long were serialized, it is estimated that it will be over in the middle of next year, and it will be over when you finish reading it." ”

After a very low cough, someone gossiped: "Is his book so good?" I'll take a look at it too, but his two songs are really amazing, they're amazing, and I'm still full of energy! In Hong Kong, Taiwan is also one of the best, right? ”

Another praise of humanity:

"The book is good, the kung fu is good, and the song is even more exciting! He can be said to have set a precedent for Cantonese songs. ”

There are those who do not believe in the way of evil:

"Hey, hey, hey, look what you say, but he's really that great writer?"

Some people have raised questions, after all, he is too young, and a novelist and a singer are not compatible.

More people think that he is the only one in Hong Kong with such a special name and surname.

But all in all, in short, the name Win Sick Ji is destined to be on fire, and it is on fire. But I don't know if anyone recorded the song just sang? If it spreads, tonight's prosperity will definitely become a good story in Xiangjiang

When these people wrote a lot of books and had a heated discussion, they walked to Zhong Weiming's table very magnificently, because there were moderate potted plants here, and they could see clearly the stage with their heads raised and a lot higher, and they sat down on a horizontal line with everyone, and everyone couldn't see the content clearly. However, there are still a lot of vacant seats in the aisles on the left and right, and people on both sides can still see it if they have the heart to see it.

Fortunately, the people here are generally very high, so they didn't bother at this time.

When he arrived at their table, he was warmly greeted by Zhong Weiming and them. All the people at the table stood up, walked out of their seats, and gathered around Ying Sick, wrapping him in a sturdy group.

Looking at the man standing in front of him, who was indeed a little unreal, Zhong Weiming was very excited, but he still confided clearly: "My mother, I am sick, you sing too well, after listening to two songs, I am more energetic than drinking, my whole body is full of limbs, and my blood is boiling!" The punch is also a tiger and a tiger, strong enough and good-looking, you kid is really both civil and military!. ”。

Winning against the light, his handsome face was half-hidden in the shadows, and his standing posture was as upright as ever, and he was seven points heroic mixed with three points of indifference.

Almost at the same moment, He Yanyan couldn't hide the excited expression and tone on her face, and said eagerly: "Sick yourself, oh no! Now it's time to change it to the God of Song! You sang so well, and you were so handsome just now, it was as if there were halos around you, so cool! My whole heart was drunk. ”

She was full of energy, foaming at the mouth, and no one could hear how true or false she said, but she should indeed be very obsessed with winning the disease.

Cleared his throat, and on the right hand side, Li Ruotong said hesitantly:

"Sick brother, I, I 、......"

Look at what she said and didn't finish half a sentence, this feeling is the most abrasive, what am I? Ruotong, what do you want to say, you're about to suffocate yourself. Everyone thought to themselves.

After a pause, Li Ruotong turned his innocent eyes and spit out a sentence in a weak voice: "I'll listen to it when I go back at night!" ――You sing it to me alone, okay......"

The crowd fell......

Zhang Jianyun: "Convinced, served, sick myself, I really threw myself into you, and I was completely convinced." You're just a pervert, and you'll be my idol from now on! ”

Everyone was so embarrassed by his last sentence, it was really a dog's mouth that couldn't spit out ivory, but he said: "I like this word, don't stick to the norm, break the convention, and take the "crooked" way, the only way is that I win the disease!" ”

Breaking the rules and regulations, the mind can fly, which is one of the beliefs of winning the disease.

Win the disease and say this sentence confidently in front of others.

Everyone can't say it, thinking of the unprecedented initiative of winning the disease on the stage, Zhong Weiming and their eyes are bright, thinking about what ordinary people don't want to do, and if they change their thinking, they will turn around, so it's no wonder that he can be different!

He Quequeque didn't say a word, and directly expressed with action, standing on the right hand side of Ying Zhiji, he suddenly stretched half of his body violently, his jade hand hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his face without saying anything. "Uh-huh~"

"Yikes!"

"Wow!"

"I'm going to hey!"

A sweet kiss was heavily imprinted on Ying Waiji's right cheek, and everyone was surprised by He Queque's sneak attack and audacity. This girl is not shy at all in everyone's strange eyes, she opened her eyes and looked at her with a clear eye like a string moon, she smiled slightly, her heart was like a drum, and she had already laughed: "You are the best!"

After speaking, she smiled again, her eyes were half-squinted, her eyes were full of mist, and her pink face was lightly dyed red, and one petal after another looked like a hibiscus blooming under the sun. Li Ruotong, who was closest to the side, was a little apprehensive and regretful, regretting that her courage was not as big as that of this fox!

Win Sick has a gentle smile from beginning to end, and there is no show of any sparkle on his face.

One after another, Ying Xianfeng, who had been relatively silent, was unwilling to be lonely and said:

"Sick self, you are my proudest little guy! Sister is proud of you! Ying Xianfeng raised her eyelashes tremblingly, her eyes as clear as mercury were full of pride and joy, and the smile on the corner of her lips did not diminish at all.

Ying Yiji smiled softly and nodded, the feeling was faint, but very warm, "I will be your eternal pride!" ”

Although the words of winning the disease are light, everyone feels the infinite confidence in the tone, and the best person in his self-confidence life for 200 years is himself.

However, while self-confidence is a good thing, men should have this kind of spirit: the reflection of heaven, the expression of ambition. But don't show this form all the time in front of people, otherwise people will mistakenly think that you are too proud and complacent, and humility has its benefits.

Ying Sick's eyes instantly turned dark, making it impossible to see what was going on in his heart at all. In a blink of an eye, he said to Zhong, Zhang, Zheng, He, and his party gently: "Don't praise me, you guys are like this, I won't be able to find the north when I go out in the future." ”

"Hahaha~" "It's really worthy of being my idol." ”

The impression and affection of everyone for him has risen several floors to such a height, and few young people can be as good as him.

"Okay, sit down, sit and talk." Ying Yiji narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw that everyone was sitting like that, he spoke.

Hearing this, Zhong Weiming stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, then shook his head and said, "No, it's eleven o'clock in the evening, I'll go to settle the bill now." Later, I will go back with Ah Gui first, sober up, and wait for twelve o'clock in the evening to supervise and supervise the broadcast of the ghost blowing the lamp, but don't go wrong, I don't feel at ease just asking someone from another group to play it. ”

Caressing the hanging green silk, He Yanyan was excited, and when she heard the words, she suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! Time flies so fast, it's all at this point. …… No way, sick self, Xianfeng, Ruotong we have to leave too, we must go home before twelve o'clock in the evening, otherwise our family will have to take us to death. ”

"Ahh Sister, leave so soon, I still have a lot to say to my sick self. He Queque's short-circuited head finally reacted, and Yan said with a small face, and his right hand shook unconsciously.

In fact, she is not the only one, she has a lot to say, inquire and understand about winning the disease. Zhong Weiming, all of them are also very curious about the person who is sick.

The throbbing of the first sight of him came back to my heart at this moment. They found that he was sick all over his body, from the inside to the inside like an endless mystery, he could write a book, or a divine book of gods, he could also broadcast, kung fu, act, write songs, and sing, and they were all things beyond the reach of ordinary people, he had eaten these things thoroughly, and far beyond. There is something this man he can't do, or what he will. The mystery makes people can't help but inquire through it, attracting people around them to explore. He is like a book, Zhong Weiming and they are enough to attract attention and interest in him up and down, it is really like opening a beloved new book, every word in the pages contains new ideas, so that people's spirit produces immeasurable happiness.

Ying Yiji smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll come to record and broadcast it again tomorrow, and I'll talk about it then." ”

Hearing this, he immediately dismissed He Yanyan and them. I plan to go together and meet again tomorrow.

Zhang Jianyun saw that they were all leaving, so he simply said: "Then I will also withdraw, and by the way, I will drive them home." ”

Seeing him say this, Ying Yiji only nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then you guys go first, and we're ready to take a taxi home." ”

"Bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye~"

Win sick said goodbye to everyone, and Ying Xianfeng took Li Ruotong to the toilet first.

He just wanted to turn around and walk back to his seat and sit down, when suddenly, a noisy sound came from far and near, and he didn't have time to frown, when he heard Zhang Jianyun's voice coming from the microphone on the stage:

"Hey! Friends, before leaving, I want to tell you one thing, the author of Sou Shen Ji is the amazing boy who sang and danced just now, and let us all be moved-"

"How?" The crowd asked.

Zhang Jianyun must have listened to Zhong Weiming's instructions, and in addition, he had changed from winning black to a fan, and shouted very hard: "At twelve o'clock tonight, his latest novel Ghost Blowing Lantern has been authorized to be broadcast by our commercial radio station, and he himself will anchor this novel, everyone can listen to it when they have time -- and our radio station may invite him to our radio station to broadcast the songs composed by him."

"Please—stay tuned!"

Zhang Jianyun's words caused quite a stir in the store in an instant. Once again, the people were restless, talking to each other, loud or whispering.

"Win the sick self's new novel, ghost blowing the lamp? I don't know if the horror novel is good or not, but just by being anchored by him, I have to listen to this, and it is necessary to have a show. ”

"Yes! I thought so too, what he shot must be a good thing, and I can see it. ”

"Will his song be broadcast live on the radio? I'm looking forward to it, I'm so excited! ”

At this time, Zhang Jianyun got off the field, and a man wearing a white tie and dressed as a manager came up and said, "Hey, hey, everyone, please be quiet for a while." -- Our boss decided that the program would be changed to listen to the tape recorder -- the ghost blowing the lamp that you would talk about, do you think it's good!? ”

"Okay!"

Everyone didn't expect that the owner of this shop would come to such a show, and the show he performed turned out to be listening to the tape recorder? This is also too funny, but the big guys didn't laugh, they enthusiastically bought it, and many people even shouted excitedly: Boss, you are so powerful! I will definitely come to your store every day in the future!

As everyone knows, another Pandora's box has been opened......

……

"......" Ying Yi, who was sitting in his position, listened to the movement outside and was completely speechless.

"Hello Mr. Win."

"What's the matter?"

Win the illness has turned his head, and the beauty in front of him is standing with a full face.

After a pause, at this time, the embroidered red just now walked in very lightly, still with such a slow and light pace, and the smile on his face was still the same, but it showed a more charming charm. There is also an inexplicable brilliance under the eyes.

Getting closer, she smiled as she looked at herself. "Our boss said, this one is his, and all the consumption tonight is free, you can tell us what you need. And our boss also said that in the future, your consumption in our store will be 50% off! ”

"Oh?" He seemed interested, "Your boss? The shadows in the room perfectly hid one of his expressions.

Ho! Co-author: I now have the treatment of a superstar! This boss will do business. Win the illness has smiled slightly, his heart is beautiful, but his face is not shocked, so that this embroidered red can not see the slightest information.

The corners of the eyes under the beautifully embroidered red eyebrows were outlined with charming lines, and he opened his lips and said, "Yes, this is also the reward you brought tonight!"

"Then, you don't have to tell Xiuhong to retreat first."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xiuhong lowered his fine eyelashes slightly, pursed his lips, and whispered.

Before Xiuhong left, she took out a lilac card from her corset, and there was still a body fragrance that should be hers, full of charm, and gently stuffed it into the palm of her hand, and the moment her hand touched it, he felt the tenderness and teasing of her hand.

She suddenly clinged to his ear and whispered in a pun, "If you have anything to say, you can come to me at any time."

Because she was so close, she squatted down again, from the collar down, without looking at it, she was snow-white and fluorescent, she was wearing a corset, embroidered with a gold silk petals and pedicle flowers, reflected in the light like a rainbow after the rain, blooming a brilliant color.

The upper body was draped in a short crimson shawl, and the cheongsam with bright red striped silk was exposed underneath, covering the back of her silver-skinned perforated shoes. Her clothes were very thin, and because of the delicate skill of the dressmaker, the cheongsam and her muscles were particularly ironed. There is also a natural beauty, the appearance of a classical beauty, which attracts people's attention.

The two of them stared silently at each other for a few seconds, and this time they were close, and his nose was stained with a charming aroma. Win the illness has seen in her beautiful eyes, I don't know if it's love or curiosity.

Ying Zhi quietly shifted his gaze, lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at the contact information and address written on the card. With a move in his heart, he only played with it in his hand, his face was as calm as ever, and he bowed slightly: "I will." ”

Xiu Hongfu retired, and when he turned around, he was already smiling like a flower.

Ying Zhiji smiled lightly and looked at her brisk figure when she left, put the card into her pocket casually, and the food she sent up, don't eat it in vain!

After a while, Ying Sick became the busiest person here, sending away a group of people and coming again, and they were all so enthusiastic, they all looked at him as if they were appreciating a rare treasure, and there was a fire of curiosity burning in their eyes. Just as he was waiting for the two girls to come back, a group of uninvited guests broke into his table.

"Hello, Mr. Win!"

"All right, who are you?"

"Playboy Zheng Donghan", "Playboy Guan Weilin", "Playboy Guan Wei", ...... "Playboy Ancient Style", "Playboy Chen Feng"