Jun's Group is shrouded in clouds up and down.

Although Jun Qing always had a cold expression, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the seventh master was not in a good mood.

Today, employees are exceptionally efficient, and they are afraid of being caught and punished.

In the evening, the office with a simple style of heavy metal is covered with a layer of darkness.

The blazer is draped over the back of the chair, and the close-fitting retro vest sets off the man's heroic posture even more.

The red wine is sobered for two hours, and when you take a sip, the aftertaste is endless.

Jun Qing's throat moved slightly, spinning the goblet, but the aftertaste was the soft and sweet lips of the girl's jelly, it was the ecstasy enjoyment of entering heaven, and the girl begged him for mercy at dawn with a little milk voice, "Mr. Jun, it's dawn, it's time to rest"

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Looking at the reaction under him, Jun Qing scolded damn it.

He has always been highly self-disciplined, and once asked for a small thing at night, isn't he satisfied?

On the opposite side is a billboard endorsed by the new Xiaohuadan for luxury goods, and the changing lights are reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light is bizarre in an instant.

There are thousands of women in the world, he doesn't believe it, there is only one small thing in this world that can make him impulsive!

"Inform Mr. Chen of Haotian Entertainment that from now on, Jun's image ambassadors will be selected nationwide, and the winners will receive the endorsement rights of all companies under Jun's Group."

The image ambassador of the Audition Jun's is, to put it bluntly, a beauty pageant, but the gold content is relatively high.

However, due to the increasingly frequent cooperation between the two families, Tang Ziqing won the championship for three consecutive years.

Ao Zang's hands are folded on his lower abdomen, and he is decent:

"It's only been half a year since Ms. Tang was elected as the last ambassador. Wouldn't it be too deliberate to add more awards! ”

Jun Qing raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, as if he had made a great decision.

"One more, and the champion will get a chance to have dinner with me."

It was as if a thunder sounded in the sky, Ao Zang was completely petrified in place, and the little man in his heart was wailing:

What the! Seventh master, do you know how many little fan girls will sign up for this article!

It's going to kill their rhythm!

"Seventh Master, if you are in a bad mood, you can tell Ao Zang directly, and Ao Zang will do his best to solve your problems." Please don't use this way to squeeze employees in disguise!

Jun Qing said coldly:

"I need a woman, can you?"

Ao Zang remembered the rumors outside that his legs tightened, and the Seventh Master should not really have Longyang!

"I'll do it."

The streets are full of traffic in all directions.

Jun Ran stood on the cross street, she was just one of the many crowds waiting for the traffic light, no one knew how miserable she had been, and no one asked if she had cried in the difficult night with her swollen eyes.

The wandering artist was dressed in rags, sitting on a pony and playing the ruan qin.

Jun Ran put down some scraps of money in the open piano case.

The wandering artist was slightly stunned, and then laughed like a self-deprecating person and said the auspicious words that good people have good rewards.

Blue sky, white clouds, and clear skies.

Under the sky, there are countless people who are gloomy and gloomy.

Heaven has blessed her with a sound body, what right does she have to complain about the injustice of fate?

"Thank you for showing me that there's no reason not to be strong, it's a reward, not a handout."

Jun Ran left with a sense of relief.

The wandering artist stroked his goatee thoughtfully, changed to a cheerful tune, and played his fingers more quickly.

It took three full days to hand over the work with Gu Ziqiu.

In the blink of an eye, it has come to the end of June.

It's like looking back on the beach, and suddenly you find a series of deep and shallow footprints behind you.

Jun Ran realized that he had paid so much for one thing.

In the circle of friends, there are already parents posting their report cards, and posters of "Teacher Appreciation Banquet" are placed at the door of restaurants on the street.

Jun Ran came to the Shangri-La community with apprehension.

This road has been walked countless times, but the footsteps at this moment are extremely heavy.

Coming to the imposing gate, Jun Ran touched his pocket and suddenly found that he forgot to bring his card.

An old man brushed open the door, and Jun Ran followed with a fluke mentality.

To her surprise, the kind-faced doorman actually stopped her, pointed at her with a walkie-talkie and shouted:

"No outsiders are allowed to enter."

"I'm sorry I forgot to bring my card, I often go in and out at the north gate, uncle, you should have an impression of me!"

Jun Ran had no choice but to be cheeky, but the doorman refused to give up, and asked her which owner she was.

Jun Ran was speechless, yes, she is not the owner, she is just a resident, and she is not even qualified to enter without the permission of the owner.

Su Zhi said that as long as he is admitted, it is a trivial matter to have no notice, and he can register with the admissions office with his ID card and admission ticket.

However, her documents were all in the apartment, and she still couldn't avoid meeting the man after going around in a big circle.

Click on the address book, hang your finger over the call button, want to call him?

The old man who was walking in front suddenly turned back, took off the black piano case on his shoulder and handed it to Jun Ran, and said to the doorman: "She is my little assistant, help me send something to the 32nd floor with this old bone, you have no opinion!" ”

The owners of the Shangri-La community are either rich or expensive, and any one of them is a figure with a head and a face.

Don't look at this old man, his appearance is not good, but he is very energetic in his gestures, especially a pair of eyes that are shining, with the charm of fairy wind and bones with a childlike face and crane hair.

Qi Lao is a top old artist, a leader in the folk art world, listening to his concert, it is difficult to get a ticket, and he is usually relatively low-key.

"No opinion, no opinion."

The doorman immediately softened his attitude, nodded and smiled in apology.

But this little girl is the object of the Seventh Master's "ban"!

The doorman was in a dilemma, but he didn't dare to offend Qi Lao, so he had to let him go and notify his superiors.

People generally like to be quiet in their twilight years.

Qi Lao's residence is a small three-story building with a relatively remote location.

The bluestone road is winding, with rockery bridges and flowing water, which is quite interesting.

Along the way, Jun Ran and Qi Lao chatted while walking, but they didn't expect Qi Lao to be a wandering artist she met at the intersection!

It turned out that Qi Lao was invited by the Qingcheng Evening News to go to the streets of Qingcheng to do a small experiment-

See how many pedestrians are willing to stop and listen to his piano in real life.

He found it ironic that he had just given a concert in Qingcheng last week to an audience of more than 1,000 people, and it was still sold to a full house, even though the ticket prices were very high.

During the three-day street experiment, only 20 people stopped, some of them were cleaners who took advantage of the shade and occasionally chatted with him, and some took him for a beggar, threw a few coins and left...

In this busy era, people are under too much pressure, and people whistling while walking on the street have become a rare sight, and Qi Lao didn't expect anyone to find the beauty that blooms in the small.

When he arrived at the residence, Qi Lao invited Jun Ran to sit in the courtyard.

The idyllic courtyard layout is fresh and comfortable.

The two sat around the round table, and a servant in a plain cheongsam served herbal tea and snacks.

Qi Lao took the piano case and took out Ruan, stroking the strings carefully, his eyes containing too many emotions.

His gaze fell on Jun Ran's slender and even fingers, and a trace of hope ignited in Qingming's eyes:

"Kid, are you interested in learning Ruan from me?"

Seeing that she was silent, he proposed, "Guzheng? Erhu pipa, sheng, xiaoxun, chime... I can teach you all of that! ”

He is good at so many musical instruments, and he must be a master of great attainments in folk music.

Jun Ran was flattered, but she didn't expect that with a small act of kindness, the world would give her a huge surprise in return.

"Grandpa, thank you for your kindness, it's just that I'm leaving Qingcheng soon."

"That's a shame."

Qi Lao pursed his lips and nodded, quite disappointed,

"Either way. In the past three days, many students have been speeding in front of me on the tram with piano bags on their backs, most of them practicing guitar and violin, and our folk music can't keep up with the trend!

In the past three days, I have seen only you, who combined the song with the artistic conception and realized the true meaning of life. ”

After becoming famous, good things can't always be brought into the coffin, and Qi Lao also hopes to find a good apprentice to inherit the mantle.

It is said that at the master level, there is an endless stream of people who come to apprentice.

However, due to his strict requirements, the kind of apprentice he wants to find with both ability and political integrity is really hard to find.

Anyone who plays art always has some stubbornness in his temperament, and there are only two and a half generals under Qi Lao.

"Oh? Why two and a half? ”

"Hmph, my uncompetitive grandson, his father has taught him to sing and do fighting since he was a child.

But he's good, what kind of rock and roll is he obsessed with, what hip-hop he gets, and what hip-hop he does all day long wearing pants with holes in his legs, isn't he a half-ass? ”

Qi Lao complained very seriously about his grandson's "evil deeds", but his expression was very funny, which made Jun Ran laugh.

An old man and a young man chatted very speculatively, and then Jun Ran visited Qi Lao's "Treasure Pavilion" and browsed his collection of various strange musical instruments.

Later, Jun Ran realized how precious such an opportunity was.

Until the sun sank, most of the time Jun Ran was listening to the old man's monologue.

Qi Lao was beating a strange leather drum, and he was still talking about the story behind it.

Jun Ran took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the next scene:

A bunch of courier codes were placed at the door, which was a gift sent by the junior from afar.

Seventy or eighty-year-old people, with their children not around, sitting in an empty room wiping their beloved musical instruments, feeling lonely, greeted these "old friends", and drove away loneliness with the echoes of the huge room.

Therefore, it is precious to have someone who is willing to listen to them.

"Elder Qi, can I take some photos of your babies and post them on the Internet? I want more people to know and understand them, maybe they can find someone who is destined! ”

"Yes, of course!"

Qi Lao slapped his thigh, happy like a child.

"I have half of my old bones in the ground, these treasures can't be dusted, what a pity!"

The old man's eyes were full of tenderness, as if he were treating his first love.

Jun Ran integrates photos and articles, and the twilight years of heroes always make people sigh; The inheritance of traditional culture is always worrying, and the most touching thing is Qi Lao's dedication to collecting musical instruments all over the world...

After the rendering of Jun Ran's writing, as soon as the picture and text were sent out on Weibo, they were frantically liked and forwarded by Gu Ziqiu.

Soon it also received a response from the majority of fans, and various big Vs rushed to forward it, of course, including half of Qi Lao's apprentices.

However, it was precisely because of the late-night forwarding of this half of the apprentices that Jun Ran's private mailbox was once again full.

After Jun Ran left, Qi Lao lay on the rattan chair and rubbed his fingers on a family photo taken fifteen years ago: "Lao Chen, do you think that little girl just now looks like my unlucky granddaughter?" ”

The sunlight scatters a circle of light and shines on the face of the child in the young woman's arms, as if instructed by the gods.

Lao Chen was stunned, only to see Qi Lao's rough fingers unzip the back of the tie and take out a small baby tooth, Lao Liu immediately understood and sealed the cup used by Jun Ran: "I'll go check it out." ”