Self-confidence comes from strength

(TXT full text) ninety-nine five-tone incomplete prince

The prince of ninety-nine pentatones

In the evening, the old patriarch of the Susu clan in Shiban Town invited us to be a guest. I put on the Susu clothes I bought at the bazaar. Tie up the hair that was just enough to comb the pigtails with a red rope and dress herself up as a Susu girl.

Downstairs, Wang Ziqian and others were already waiting for me in the hall. When he walked down the stairs, he was stunned when he saw me, and he didn't seem to recognize me. Yes, I'm not attracted to you by a skinny Chai girl, and I don't intend to attract you. Just let me be narcissistic, how can someone who doesn't love himself win happiness?

The old patriarch sent his son to invite us, and when he saw me, he complimented me on her beauty, as she was with the most beautiful girl in their people. I'll admit I like to hear it, but I know I don't have much charisma in appearance.

I drove to the old patriarch's house. Most of the Susu people are bamboo and wooden houses, but the old patriarch's family has built a new two-story building of bricks, and his son told us that it is because of the recent years that the cochineal has earned money, and the life is better.

Many people came out to greet them, most of them people in charge of the clan, who came to the patriarch's house to accompany the guests. Soon after we entered the door, a sumptuous dinner was served, and most of the staple food of the Susu people was like our porridge, stewed in one pot. In order to entertain us, people specially fried a lot of dishes according to the habits of the Han people.

Drink wine when you enter the door, and drink the traditional veneer wine of the Susu people, and the guests and hosts hold their shoulders and face against each other to drink the wine in a shared cup. The patriarch first drank a veneer wine with Wang Ziqian, and the others took turns to respect him, originally his face in this life was like white jade, so he poured it down, and the wine was on his face, and his face was like a peach blossom. But the host still toasted enthusiastically, and the other two people in our company were also poured wine vigorously. Yizhu, the granddaughter of the patriarch, was in the city to go to the secondary school, and when she saw me wearing their clothes, she treated me very well, and when someone wanted to toast me, she blocked it for me, so I drank a veneer wine with her, and I was never drunk again. She helped me pick out something nice to eat and took me to her room to eat.

Yizhu said that the family never finished drinking, and every time they had to get the guests drunk, after she read the book, she knew that this was not good for her health, but she couldn't do anything about the customs of the family.

I thought to myself that it would be better to get drunk, and it would be better to let Wang Ziqian lie unconscious in bed for three days, lest I see him upset.

Yizhu showed me their school classes, she studied dance, she wanted to go to the big city in the future to find a job, live in the city like me, and I told her that my family was actually in the countryside. I also work in the city, and I welcome her to come to Haidu to find me after graduation.

When the people outside were almost drunk, they started singing, and Izhu pulled me out to sing. A middle-aged man of the Susu ethnic group was singing a toast, and after he finished singing, Yizhu continued to sing, and their lyrics were all sung and made up. Yizhu not only dances well, sings very well, and has a good voice. After she finished singing, she asked me to take the song, but their requirements for the tune were not very accurate, and the lyrics were not too difficult for me, a former Chinese teacher, so I tried to sing a few words. The effect is not bad, and it has won everyone's applause.

The song toasted happily, everyone drank lively, sang enthusiastically, Yizhu somehow began to pester Wang Ziqian to pick up the song, sang three songs in a row, Wang Ziqian said that he didn't answer anything, Yizhu didn't give up, sang around him, and a few Yizhu-like girls also came together to ask Wang Ziqian to sing, and several people took turns to fight. It seems that Wang Ziqian is going to open Chrysostom tonight. A couple of girls will swear not to give up.

The arrogant prince finally surrendered by throwing away his armor, and he coughed a few times to signal him to start singing, but everyone was already quiet, waiting for him to sing. But he didn't open his mouth for a long time, and Yizhu opened his mouth again to sing and asked him to take the song.

The prince finally spoke...... Stop, is he singing?

"Poof-" I squirted, and I admit I couldn't hold it anymore, laughing, laughing. The prince's song can neither be described as unpleasant, nor out of tune, he is not in tune at all, his voice is not even a tune, he - five notes are incomplete!

The prince turned out to be imperfect, he couldn't make a tune, and the five notes were incomplete! I laughed, laughed, very cool, very cool, the sullen feeling accumulated in the past few days disappeared with a smile. I don't even care how rude it is to laugh like that. Others also snickered, but after all, it was necessary to consider the face of the guests, and no one was as arrogant as me.

Wang Ziqian's face was red and white, and he gritted his teeth, if it weren't for so many people at the scene, I thought he would eat me.

The master naturally couldn't let such a scene develop, the old patriarch personally showed his singing voice to pick up the singing, the atmosphere turned around, and no one paid attention to the embarrassing scene just now. But I will remember the scene just now for a lifetime, and it will become a joke for me for the rest of my life, and it will make me laugh whenever I think about it. Wang Ziqian. It is estimated that I will never open my mouth to sing again in this life.

I'm so happy, even if Wang Ziqian doesn't tell me a word.

The three of them were all drunk, especially Wang Ziqian, who was so drunk that he was helped back to the hotel.

The next morning, none of the three moved. Yizhu came to me early in the morning and took me out to play. After a whole day of playing with her, she gave me a set of clothes she had made herself, and a headdress she had woven herself, to dress me up as a real Susu person. She sent me back the next night, and we met Wang Ziqian at the door of the hotel, and he leaned on the doorpost with his shoulders crossed, looking arrogant and cold. Yizhu greeted him, and he snorted. He ignored me, so I didn't bother to pay attention to him.

When I returned to my room, Yizhu told me that Wang Ziqian looked quite handsome, but he sang badly, and if he was in their clan, he wouldn't be able to marry a daughter-in-law if he didn't sing well.

I told her that Wang Ziqian didn't need to marry a daughter-in-law by singing, there were a lot of girls around him who wanted to marry him.

Yizhu was incredibly curious: "If you can't sing, there are still girls who like it?" ”

Curiosity will lead a woman to the abyss, I don't want Yizhu to have a good impression of Wang Ziqian because of curiosity, people like him can't be loved. I tried my best to unfold Wang Ziqian to Yizhu: "Because his family is very rich." A lot of women are for his money. ”

"Then he is so pitiful, women love his money!" Her compassion came up again, and it was dangerous for women to be curious or sympathetic to men. "How much money can his family have?"

How do I introduce her, I thought about it and said, "His family's annual income is about equivalent to the annual income of the entire Yunnan Province combined." I don't know if this analogy is accurate, but I believe that his family's income is only a lot more than that of Yunnan Province.

Yizhu's face was full of incredible superstition, or worship. I secretly screamed in my heart that it was not good, curiosity, sympathy, and admiration for Wang Ziqian were not good things for her, and Wang Ziqian couldn't see her in his eyes. Even if he saw it, his family couldn't tolerate a girl from a frontier ethnic group like Yizhu who had no power background.

I found that the more I explained Wang Ziqian, the more it would increase her three dangerous psychology, did I do something wrong?

When we left the next day, Yizhu came to see me off and gave Wang Ziqian a shell bracelet that she had made herself, but not long after the car drove out of town, Wang Ziqian casually threw the shell bracelet out of the car window. I think it's also his way of disposing of the love of the women he loves him, picking it up and discarding it.

When I returned to Kunming, the car radio said that "Oriental Dazzling" won three Oscar awards for Best Foreign Language Film, Best Director, and Best Visual Effects, and I jumped up with joy, although my head hit the roof of the car. The success of the cold night is my greatest joy, and other people's joys and emotions have nothing to do with me. Even if I didn't win the Best Makeup Award, I wasn't upset in the slightest, it didn't seem to be my business.

I don't pay attention to Wang Ziqian's white eyes, he hates Cold Night, but Cold Night is the best man, let him entangle.

Along the way, neither of us paid attention to the other, and although the other two tried to be lobbyists for us, they were only in vain.

After getting off the plane, whoever went his way, my mission has been successfully completed, and I don't need to endure anything from him. The contract has been signed, if he wants to breach the contract, he will breach the contract, anyway, there is Jiang Shuiyue to follow, as for the renewal of his price increase in the future, that is their business, and it has nothing to do with me.

I happily went to get a taxi, and the prince sat down to pick him up with a blank face. Lord Yama bless, don't let me meet him again. Say goodbye to peach blossom eyes, I wish you peach blossoms forever! Even if I don't need to wish for this, there are countless girls around him, peach blossoms, and true love is hard to find.

The overwhelming newspapers, magazines, television, and radio are full of reports about "Oriental Dazzling", and the big and small actors in "Oriental Dazzling". Even those behind-the-scenes producers who are usually not paid attention to are invited to do interviews and be guests in various columns. The only exception is Cold Night, as a director, who has never been interviewed except for a brief written interview in Han Lexiang's own magazine "Cold Star".

Despite all the reports about him, it was as if he had disappeared from the bustling world. But I knew he was there, he had come back, and he was in the same city as me, exhaling the same breath of air and stepping on the same concrete road, but I just couldn't see him. I didn't have the excuse or courage to go to him, and he seemed to have forgotten about me. I also cushioned the money for Jiang Shuiyue and Yao Zengzhe's marriage for him, he won't pay me back, right?

Sometimes, I hold the phone he gave me and count down over and over again, hoping that there will be a call from him in the next second, but each time the result is a failure.

Standing on the side of the busy street, I hoped that the broken Santana would drive through with smoke, but the Santana passed many cars, and none of them were as good as his.

"Squeak-" A bicycle stopped next to me.

"Xiaoxue, you haven't been to class for a long time." Teacher Luo (my art teacher Ren Ran, explained in the previous thirty-nine chapters) appeared in front of him with long hair in a shawl.

When I saw him, I was still a little surprised: "Teacher Luo! I don't think I signed up later, right? Do you want me to attend classes for free? "He doesn't look at art, he is quite economical, and all the students who have been in his class will say how good you are at painting, and you should sign up for study.

"But you are very talented, it's a pity to give up halfway, I'll give you cheaper tuition, don't tell others." See, he's a lot of business.

"How much cheaper? I'm not uncommon for ten or eight dollars. "Idleness is idleness, anyway, I like to draw, and it helps with makeup.

He said ruthlessly: "Twenty, I'll give you twenty yuan cheaper for one issue." "One term a month, three hundred yuan, Saturday and Sunday classes.

"Then I'm not going to do it." I know there's room for bargaining.

He was a little embarrassed: "Thirty, this is my jumping price." ”

"Two hundred in one issue, this time I want to learn watercolor, you know that pigments are very expensive, I often buy them from you, and you can earn them back."

As if he had been robbed, he cried and said, "Okay, Xiaoxue, if someone else I would never give him this discount, I cherish your artistic talent." ”

Who knows what price he offers to others, this money-obsessed man with an artistic halo. "Okay, I'll go to class this Saturday."

In this way, I started to take classes in Mr. Luo's art class again, most of the students in the class were high school students, and the students still liked to make jokes about him as much as before.

Cold Night: Xiaoxue, why is your work efficiency so low? Others have seven or eight Ks a day, how can they only be three Ks?

Xiaoxue: Because I don't have a ticket, boss.

The cold night took out the checkbook, brushed it, filled in an astronomical number, and tore it off: Here you go.

Xiaoxue didn't accept it, and replied shyly: I said a pink ticket, boss.

Fainted on a cold night.

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