By the next morning, Fan Jiahui and Ah Mao came back by car, they were already penniless, and Lan Yingying paid the fare. Zhuang Guiqun, who saw this scene, was shocked by them again, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Hu Xianxian could see that Lan Yingying also wanted to lose her temper with Fan Jiahui and them. But Lan Yingying looked at their reddened eyes, and couldn't bear to say it. They just stood at the door like that, or Hu Xianxian broke the dull atmosphere and let them go back to the community to sleep first.

Her mother Zhuang Guiqun was babbling in front of Lan Yingying, she was so annoyed that she was in no mood to greet guests.

Hu Xianxian helped her Zhang Luo, and those guests said that Lan Yingying had hired a good helper.

Zhuang Guiqun saw that she could help Lan Yingying do things, and he liked her too. After lunch, she took Hu Xianxian's hand and said, "Rest for a while, what a good girl." Alas, Auntie, sometimes you have a bad temper, don't mind. Listening to Yingying talk about you, do you remember if you have a partner? If not, Auntie will introduce you to a ......"

Hu Xianxian listened as if he didn't understand, and looked at Lan Yingying, "What object?" ”

"It's just to ask if you're married, or if you have a sweetheart?"

Hu Xianxian wanted to nod but shook his head, Zhuang Guiqun smiled, "That aunt will introduce you to a good one, and she will definitely not be out of tune with that Fan Jiahui." Let me tell you, Yingying has a cousin named Zhuang Jianlei, who is very self-motivated......"

Hu Xianxian understood what Zhuang Guiqun meant, and hurriedly answered: "Don't be a matchmaker for me, I won't stay with you for a long time, I want to go back to my world." ”

Zhuang Guiqun patted her hand and said angrily: "What does this doll say about being a matchmaker, Auntie, I am not a matchmaker." What age is this? Who is still the matchmaker? Auntie just wants you to get to know a few more friends, make friends first, communicate more, and cultivate feelings. ”

Lan Yingying saw that Hu Xianxian was already very impatient, and she was afraid that she would suddenly go crazy like last night, so she persuaded her mother to go shopping, and she accompanied Hu Xianxian to talk.

After Zhuang Guiqun left, Lan Yingying asked where Hu Xianxian came from. Hu Xianxian said that he was from another world, and Lan Yingying smiled helplessly and said, "Forget it, then let's talk about something else." Well, how old are you? ”

"How old? What year is it now? ”

"In 2014, today is July 14th, and you came to my store on the 11th and stayed in the clinic for another day and night."

Hu Xianxian originally wanted to calculate how old she should be when she arrived here, but she didn't understand what Lan Yingying said at all, "What is more than two thousand years old?" What dynasty is it today? What is the emperor's last name? ”

"It's 2014 A.D., it's not like there's something more than 2,000 years old, it's a way of dating. Now there is no emperor either, and our country is the People's Republic of China. ”

"You don't have an emperor in your dynasty?"

"It's not a republic, it's a republic."

"Didn't you say this is China?"

Lan Yingying thumped her head, squeezed out a smile and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this, I just want to ask how old you are, how did you pull out these things?" Headache ......"

"Oh, I have a headache too. If I were to be my own age, we would be about the same age, and I would be almost twenty-six. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't say that you are hundreds of thousands of years old immortals."

Hu Xianxian's big eyes flashed, "How can there be hundreds of thousands of years old immortals?" After the number of immortals in the double armor, they do not count their age. It is impossible for them to have a specific age, and even if they do, it is not accurate, and the age of the heavenly court is different from that of the human world. It's like I'm supposed to be almost twenty-six, but in your world it might be even smaller, or older......"

Lan Yingying, who was about to collapse when she heard this, quickly diverted the topic and asked Hu Xianxian to watch TV. Hu Xianxian first looked at the "square box" curiously, and finally liked to watch TV.

One day, Hu Xianxian was watching a program on the music station, and there was a song called "Singing Dreams" in it.

Hu Xianxian likes this song very much, this song has a bright melody and is accompanied by beautiful pictures. With the singing, the magnificent sea, the quiet valley, the gorgeous flowers, and the young men and girls singing and dancing appear in turn. Hu Xianxian thought, this is the perfect world, right?

But Lan Yingying didn't seem to like this song, saying that it was an ode to the flattery of old men and old ladies. She wanted to change the channel, but Hu Xianxian didn't allow her to change it, and turned up the volume a little higher.

The song fluttered loudly, Lan Yingying hid outside the store, and Hu Xianxian laughed. She laughed at Lan Yingying, no matter how she hid, the song would still float into her ears:

The blue sky, the fiery morning sun, the white sails, set sail for the dream.

I pray that I can reach the other shore smoothly, and I am ready to face the wind and waves.

With the enthusiasm of youth, the fiery faith, and the sweat of hard work, we cast brilliance with iron will.

I don't want utopia, I don't want heaven, I want the motherland to shine with the light of rejuvenation!

The song was loud, the sun shone on the plane trees beside the street, and the green leaves shone with a golden light. Lan Yingying stood under the tree, leaning on the trunk of the tree angrily and glaring at Hu Xianxian.

Hu Xianxian ignored her, just listened intoxicatedly, and shook her head from time to time.

When Lan Yingying covered her ears and stared at Hu Xianxian, someone patted her on the shoulder, "Yingying...... Is your mom bombarding your ears with 'agricultural heavy metals' again? ”

Lan Yingying smiled bitterly and shook her head, "It's not my mother...... Alas, why are you here? ”

The visitor was a woman with ultra-short hair and a long lock of hair on her left sideburns, and Hu Xianxian smiled at her.

She also smiled at Hu Xianxian, "Tsk, little beauty, where are you from?" “

"From another world."

"You're all old people there? You like to listen to this kind of old man's songs? “

Hu Xianxian straightened his sitting posture and said solemnly: "The rhythm of this song is high-spirited, and the lyrics, in your words, are 'full of positive energy', which is obviously a song of vigorous youth." ”

The woman made a gesture of surrender, "Good, good, song of youth. You have a good taste, and you are more upright than Yingying's mother. ”

Hu Xianxian tilted his head to look at her, "It's not good to have a red root, is it good to mess with grass and poisonous flowers?" ”

The man sighed and said to Lan Yingying, who was walking inside: "You have really changed your tastes since you got married, what kind of friends have you made?" ”

Lan Yingying said with a dark face: "How can I change? Don't you keep saying I'm a bun? Misola, how long has it been since you've been to see Aunt Mi? ”

Hu Xianxian giggled, pointed at Misola and said, "Your name is 'Misola'?" Are you very good at playing suona? ”

Misora pursed the corners of her lips, "There's something wrong with you, right?" I'm very good at singing, so my name is 'Misola', and the basic pronunciation is Doremifa Solasi......"

Hu Xianxian heard her hum a few notes, and felt that her voice was really good, "You sing very well, but as far as I know, the five tones should be: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu ......."