Everything, everything......

Zhang Zihong's head only echoed these words, he is now all desperate in his heart, he is sitting alone under the corner, he no longer knows what to do, the sudden appearance of 'Zhang Zihong' made all his hopes annihilated, Li Mansion himself can't enter, and his mother doesn't know him.

Yourself, alive, what's the point?

At this moment, Zhang Zihong thought of death.

"Hey, little beggar, would you like to eat?"

Just when Zhang Zihong was extremely desperate in his heart, a voice came from the side, and he saw the old beggar holding two breads in his hand, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Zhang Zihong shook his head calmly, "Thank you, no need, you can eat." ”

Yo, and say thank you?

The old beggar looked at Zhang Zihong in some surprise, then regained his composure, and sat down next to Zhang Zihong, "What's wrong, you look sad?

Zhang Zihong still shook his head, as if he didn't want to speak, and buried his head in his knees.

"As the saying goes, we are all fallen people at the end of the world, you see that we are so fateful, why don't you tell me, in case I can help you!" said the old beggar cheekily.

Zhang Zihong still shook his head and didn't make a sound.

"In this world, it is more important for people to live than anything else, because as long as you live, you still have hope, and as long as you live, anything can happen. The old beggar said to himself.

"As the saying goes, if you stay in the green mountains, you don't have to worry about no firewood, and people ...... alive"

"You know what, I have nothing, nothing! I have nothing, you know!" Perhaps it was the old beggar's words that angered Zhang Zihong, who raised his head and roared angrily.

"Aren't you still alive?" said the old beggar, pouting.

"Alive? huh...... What is the meaning of my life, I have nothing left. Zhang Zihong smiled self-deprecatingly, glanced at the old beggar blankly, and shook his head, "You won't understand it." ”

"Why are you so pessimistic at a young age, it's nothing more than no money and no power, what do you mean nothing, aren't you still alive?" said the old beggar helplessly.

"Alive? What is the difference between being alive now and being dead? I have nothing, I can't even go home, do you know?" Zhang Zihong asked angrily.

"So you want to die?" asked the old beggar, taking a bite of bread.

"I ......" was interrupted by the old beggar, and the despair in Zhang Zihong's heart disappeared a lot.

"How do I know what's wrong with you if you don't tell me what's going on?" said the old beggar boredly.

Maybe the old beggar in front of him was the only one who could talk to him, Zhang Zihong hesitated for a while, and still told the old beggar about his experience.

Speaking of his experience, Zhang Zihong's heart rose with a wave of indignation, "No, I must go back, I must go back, I must go back!"

"Do you think you can go back like this?" the old beggar shook his head and said, "You said that you were changed by someone, it is very likely that as soon as you approached the Li Mansion, someone else killed you on the charge of trespassing, where can you reason?"

"I don't believe they dare to kill me, I'm the son of the duke, the son of the duke!" Zhang Zihong's bad temper came back to his head, and he seemed to have become the son of the duke who called for wind and rain again.

"Who knows?" the old beggar asked, "Look at your current appearance, who knows that you are the son of the duke?"

The old beggar's question made Zhang Zihong stunned in place, and his originally excited mood was suddenly poured down by a basin of cold water.

"But...... I really am the son of the Duke!"

Zhang Zihong, who muttered these words, hung his head weakly on his knees, he didn't know what to do anymore, and he even began to doubt who he was...... Whether he is Zhang Zihong or not, he has some doubts.

"Does it really matter who you are?" said the old beggar, shaking his head.

"But......" Zhang Zihong didn't understand the old beggar's words, what is called who I am, is it really important?

"Whether you are the son of the duke or not, you should live well, as long as people live, there is still hope!" the old beggar really had nothing to say about the chicken soup.

"Hope, what hope can there be...... I can't even go home, what else can I do?" Zhang Zihong said in despair.

"Cultivation, didn't you say that the one in your family is fake? When you cultivate to the Dao Law Realm, and cultivate to the Title Realm, when the time comes, you will go directly back to the so-called Duke's Palace, and then beat that fake one to death, you say that you are Zhang Zihong, does anyone dare to say no?" the old beggar said as a matter of course.

"But ......," Zhang Zihong wanted to refute something.

"You are only so young now, and there are infinite possibilities in the future, as the saying goes, if people live, there must be hope......!

“......”

Under the infusion of the old beggar's poisonous chicken soup, Zhang Zihong felt that the shadow in his heart had dissipated a lot, and the despair of having nothing seemed to have diluted a lot, and unconsciously, Zhang Zihong had an inexplicable sense of dependence on the old beggar in front of him.

On Thursday morning, under the leadership of the new squad leader Li Zicheng, all the little radish heads completed the morning exercise smoothly.

It's still the same, and Thursday morning is not available.

But for Chen Yue, there was an extra class on Thursday morning, called learning to sing with the big devil.

"Don't you really regret it?" Fang Bai asked as he looked at Chen Yue in front of him.

"Oh, do you want to teach or not, if you don't regret it, you won't regret it!" Chen Yue said impatiently, she originally wanted to drive the big devil in front of her out of the academy, but for the sake of him being able to teach herself to sing, then it would be better to keep him for the time being.

"Okay, since you don't care, the teacher doesn't care. Fang Bai shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Singing doesn't happen overnight, we have to practice the basics first. Fang Bai instantly switched to the famous teacher mode, put his hands under his ribs, and inhaled gently, "Inhale slowly, just like smelling flowers, slowly, relax, inhale, exhale." ”

"Oh, yes, inhale, exhale......"

Seeing Chen Yue slowly close his eyes, like a little duck with his head held high, Fang Bai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You... What are you laughing at?" Chen Yue said with some annoyance.

"No... It's okay, let's continue, inhale, inhale slowly, and relax your ribs...... The slower the exhale, the better, and the longer the better. ”

On the earth, there are a few singers who can really be called explosions, such as Lin Zhixuan, you can't hear any ventilation sound when singing in this cauldron, in one sentence: You can hear me ventilation, count me as losing!

Similarly, there are several singers in Hong Kong, whose basic skills are already god-level, and there is really no objection to being called the god of songs.