Chapter 96: Dump the King Bomb When You Come Up (Ask for Collection, Ask for Recommendation)

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The blonde JK kicked open the door to the principal's office, and the principal's hand, who was admiring his newly purchased antique, shuddered and the handle of the magnifying glass went straight into his nostrils.

"Ouch, my grandma, you're going to scare someone to death!" The principal hurriedly pulled out the magnifying glass and said with his heart covered.

"Less nonsense!" The blonde JK didn't bother to care about this, and said directly, "I want to buy a song now, you have culture, quickly give me a theme." ”

"Huh? When did you like to listen to songs? The principal's mind didn't turn around all of a sudden, "Didn't my dad become a singer instead of a high-ranking official because of your opposition?" ”

Although he is now the principal and she is in her third year of high school, she is actually the adoptive mother of the principal's father. Calling her grandmother is not fear, but the real generation.

"If you want to think about it, you can think about it, who made you ask questions!" The blonde JK slapped the table with a slap that shook everything on the table to float a centimeter into the air. The principal hurriedly protected his antiques, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't get excited, don't you get excited, no, don't you just think about the theme?" Cold sweat broke out from the principal's back, his brain was spinning rapidly, and suddenly, he saw the antique in his hand, "Grandma, what do you think of this?" ”

"Huh?" The blonde JK looked at the antique in his hand and wondered, "What are you showing me an ash altar for?" Are you mocking me for living too long and dying? ”

"No, no, no, where can this be," the headmaster burst out and shook his head repeatedly, "I mean, the theme of the song can be set as blue and white porcelain, isn't this kind of cultural relics that condense the essence of the ancient culture of the flower country worth singing for it?" ”

"Isn't it just porcelain?" The blonde JK was puzzled, "This kind of thing used to be used to hold dog rice, I really don't know what you have to be rare." ”

She was born in the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, which was the last bubble period of the blue and white porcelain industry, and all kinds of treasures and fakes were uneven, and they emerged in endlessly. Her biggest memory of blue and white porcelain is probably the time when she was chased three streets by a vicious dog for a bowl of dog rice.

That time, if she hadn't met the sect leader, she might have been bitten to death by a dog.

"But since you say so, then it's decided." The blonde JK then took out his phone.

……

Ximen Qing was looking at the dialect version of cat and mouse, and suddenly heard a WeChat prompt.

When she opened it, she was stunned: "Huh? Blue and white porcelain? No way! ”

For a moment, she almost thought that the other party knew that she had crossed over, and that she might be tricking him. But after calming down, she immediately ruled out this possibility, after all, she has already released so many songs, and it has been confirmed a long time ago, so there is no need to do this kind of thing.

"But...... Blue and white porcelain. "As a post-90s generation, Jay Chou must be an indelible part of his childhood. From nunchucks to the east wind breaking, from hair like snow to secrets that can't be spoken, to nocturnes, thousands of miles away, confession balloons...... There are too many classics to count.

She didn't even need the memory aid of the Celestial Maiden to sing them all.

Previously, she had been trying her best to avoid using Dong Chou's songs, after all, normal people would lose the king if they came up.

But since this time it was such a coincidence, there was no need for her to hide it.

So, she replied: "Okay, blue and white porcelain, I'll give you a sample in a week." ”

Putting down the phone, she immediately found the little girl.

She was typing the code at this time, and Ximen Qing couldn't understand it, according to her, she was planning to develop an APP. Although this kid is similar to his peers elsewhere, he can really put most programmers to shame when it comes to computers.

"Do you want to record another song?" The little guy is used to it. Ximen Qing's songs are very good, and it is also a pleasure to help her record songs every time. Although there are some things she doesn't like very much, for example, the song "Serious Snow", she can't understand the love and love in it.

"Hmm." Ximen Qing nodded.

Xiao Liang had already set up the software quickly, and then gave way to Ximen Qing.

Ximen Qing cleared his throat, and then after brewing for a while, he began to sing: "The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brushstrokes, and the ...... is light."

"Huh?" Xiao Liang found that this Ximen situation seemed to be a little different from usual. It's not just that the style of the song has changed again, but she sings more devotedly, and from her singing, you can even see a scene of smoke and rain south of the Yangtze River and swaying plantains.

Before she knew it, she had finished singing a song. Although Xiao Liang still didn't understand the lyrics this time, he felt that he understood the general meaning. There is reluctance, longing, and love...... All the emotions are integrated into the song, which makes people feel as if they are constantly echoing in their ears after listening to it.

Ximen Qing looked stunned, and asked her with a smile: "Do you like it?" ”

The latter nodded: "That's nice." ”

"It's good to listen to, and I'm going to trouble your friend to make up a song for me," Simon said, "but it's not good to let people work for nothing like this, why don't we wrap a red envelope for someone?" What do you think about 10,000? ”

Xiao obediently said: "It's okay, she will also have something to ask me for help, not to owe her." ”

Simon said: "Then even if I owe you, when the song comes out, I'll take you to eat barbecue." ”

"Barbecue!" Xiao Yan's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he nodded happily, "Hmm! ”

In this way, Ximen Qing handed over the follow-up of the song to Xiao Liang, and he continued to go to salted fish. Blood still has to be spared these days.

Although her job as a kindergarten teacher was able to meet her daily blood needs at first, her appetite seems to have grown lately, so much so that hunger pangs hit from time to time, and if she didn't find a way to earn money, it would definitely be even more difficult now.

Simon speculated that this might have something to do with her becoming more and more proficient in controlling this body. The power of the Eight Evils is powerful, but it does not belong to "him", and "he" is just an outsider. Mastering this power will not happen overnight.

But it was only a matter of time, and as time passed, "his" soul became closer and closer to this body, and the corresponding power became stronger and stronger.

The seal of the charter woman is constantly being broken, and the increasing demand for blood is the most direct manifestation.

Maybe one day, Ximen Qing will become the real eight murderers.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but show a sad look.

This scene happened to be seen by Qin Yuyao who was passing by: "Sister Ximen? What happened to you? ”

"Huh?" Ximen Qing suddenly realized, "What's wrong?" ”

"I just saw how sad you looked." Qin Yuyao asked with some concern, "Did something happen?" ”

"No," Ximen Qing shook his head decisively, "It's just that I remembered some of the past, I'm fine." ”