"It is reported that the safety expert group of Suzaku City has arrived in the western suburbs of Sanping City in the early hours of this morning, and the incident of the attack on humans by fierce beasts in the river is expected to be resolved soon, so please rest assured that the general public can ...... it."

"Whew!" Xu Shan opened the cola tab, raised his head and took a sip, closed the web page, picked up the music score printed next to him, and looked at it carefully.

Outside the window, the twilight was dark, and the cool breeze was blowing with a head fan.

On the last day of vacation, the weather was still hot and humid.

Xu Shan's last assignment was to upload a cover song to those websites.

That's right, he is actually a grandmother on Xiaopo Station, occasionally uploading some cover songs to earn some incentive red envelopes from Shu Xiao.

At the same time, he also runs accounts on other websites, and can earn a little money on buns.

He was a child and his uncle depended on each other, but his uncle lived in the university, and he was busy running around a year, and he couldn't come back to his home a few times, although he would pay him living expenses every month, but sometimes he wanted to buy something, and he was embarrassed to open his mouth with his uncle.

It's not easy for his uncle, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend yet.

When he first started thinking about how to make extra money, he also thought about writing online novels and becoming a pigeon author.

But just two days after writing, he found that this job is not at all something ordinary people can do!

I have to write thousands of words a day, and if I write it, I won't necessarily be able to read it, and some people won't necessarily make money by reading it.

So this is too difficult for a high school student to give up strategically.

In the end, I chose to choose, and I tried to be the grandma master of the cover song, and then I really made a little appearance, and I have been doing it until now.

Counting the days with his fingers, he seems to have been doing this for more than a year, and now there are 90,000 fake fans on the main Xiaopo station, 3,000 true love fans, and true love fans are the kind that will give him one click and three times every time he uploads a song, among which there are several "rich women", and they will "charge" him every month.

He also owes all the blessings of his fans, the creative incentives for uploading works and the real money that "charges" him, almost 2,000 yuan a month, and sometimes the number of broadcasts is high, and he can get more than 3,000.

Not a lot.

Relying on this, he has saved enough tuition and living expenses for the first year of college.

In the past, I couldn't get out of school, and I didn't have civil ability, so I could only rely on my uncle to support my living expenses.

But I'm about to go to university, and it's time to support myself.

After all, he is also eighteen years old and an adult.

Besides, it's not easy for the uncle, it is estimated that he is afraid of him, and he has not yet started a family.

Therefore, now that he sings and records songs, it is no longer a hobby since a long time ago, and this is his job for college in the future, and he has to hold it well.

What's more, this time he made a considerable amount of money, originally bought a red dress for 100 yuan, but he lost all of it.

In the morning, Li Ye was going to close the store and sell all the goods at two discounts, but the uncles and aunts in the community were all kind-hearted people, and after knowing the reason, they were all scolding Li Sheng'er while snapping up things at the original price.

He also bought 500 pieces of Coke Sprite, a box of mustard, and two boxes of instant noodles.

Everyone is an ordinary person, and they are only angry in the face of this kind of thing, and they can only try their best to make a modest contribution.

Xu Shan brewed emotions, cleared his throat, looked at the red dress that was hung up with clothes, followed the accompaniment, and read:

"The eighteenth day of the first month, the auspicious day of the zodiac, sorghum lifting"

"Lift up the red suit, hate one foot, and cut in a hurry"

"Cut off the beloved, why don't you return, pretend to be Yan Kai ......" [Note]

……

Late at night, past ten o'clock.

Xu Shan sat in front of the computer, uploaded the recorded and edited audio to several websites, and when it showed "upload successful", he clicked on the audio to start the loop, then got up and stretched, and went to the kitchen.

After washing his hands, he took out a bag of dumplings from the refrigerator, waited for the water to boil, tore open the package, and poured it into the pot.

At this moment, a chill suddenly diffused from the living room.

The hot kitchen cooled down suddenly.

It's just that it's so cold, and the temperature seems to have dropped to about zero all at once.

Xu Shan couldn't hold back a sneeze and rubbed his arms, but he could still bear it.

After all, the blood is boiling, and the vigor of qi and blood is three or five times that of ordinary people, and the resistance has also become stronger.

He glanced at the time on his phone.

“22：25”

"The red dress should find her hanging on the wall, hopefully she won't be angry......"

Xu Shan thought a little weakly.

In the study, the song that had just been covered was still playing.

Then, Xu Shan heard a faint cry.

He had heard this voice many times, so he was naturally familiar with it.

It's just that today's cry seems to sound a little different...... It's a little too sad.

Xu Shan held dumplings in one hand and wiped tears with the other.

He couldn't control himself at all.

After the dumplings were put into the pot, he was even more sad, and couldn't help crying, but in the end he couldn't stand it anymore, turned off the fire, and went straight to the study.

In the study, the red dress was hovering and flying on the stereo, crying as she flew.

He wiped away his tears and closed the page.

The singing stopped abruptly.

The cry of the red dress also decreased.

The sadness in Xu Shan's heart subsided like a tide, he exhaled, wiped his eyes with a tissue, blew his nose again, looked at the quiet red dress, and his heart drummed.

Obediently, it can't be a sad past for her, right?

But the red skirt didn't say anything else, and floated back into the box, and closed the lid with a bang...... The movement is heavier than ever.

Xu Shan was stunned, and couldn't help muttering.

Is this still angry? Shouldn't it?

He turned around and went back to the kitchen and continued to cook the dumplings.

Cooking dumplings is probably the most convenient thing to cook.

A few minutes later, he returned to the study with a plate and vinegar bowl, took another sip of Coke, and looked at the number of broadcasts.

Barely in his early 200s.

He picked up the dumplings, dipped them in the vinegar mixed with chili oil, put them in his mouth, hissed and ate them, and just wanted to click on the playback and listen to whether there was any problem, and a cold air came from behind.

He stopped and turned his head to look.

"Bang!"

The lid of the wooden box was closed again.

Xu Shan: "......"

He placed his fingers on the mouse and slowly took it away.

There was a sobbing sound in the box, just like someone's little daughter-in-law who had been wronged.

He paused, then put his finger back down.

The lid of the box quietly opened a crack.

"If you're not so sad to cry, then let's listen to it together, how about it? Can you control yourself? ”

The sobbing of the red dress stopped.

It seems to have responded.

Xu Shan took it as if she agreed, and while vigilant, she clicked the mouse, but her fingers didn't move away, if she dared to make him cry, she would definitely not listen!

In the sound of the erhu, his singing also sounded.

The background of the video is a live wallpaper that has been used for more than a year, with lyrics, which looks a bit rudimentary and the resolution is not very good......

But it's not that he's lazy and doesn't want to update, he's really poor! It's expensive to find someone to do PV.

Anyway, he doesn't make videos, as long as the singing is good, and the others will be fine.

In the middle of the recitation, rows of barrages also floated past.

"First!"

"Corpse?"

"Grandma, the grandma you follow has finally been updated!"

Xu Shan is also happy to watch.

His update frequency has been between half a month and a month, and he has been complained about by a group of people.

But there is no way, the premise of making money must not affect learning, otherwise the cart will be turned upside down.

The red dress didn't cry anymore.

He put his mind down, closed his eyes, did not look, and listened only to his own singing with his ears.

But listening to it, one after another human tragedies came to mind, and I couldn't help but feel sad.

The red dress was sobbing quietly.

Xu Shan also wiped the corners of his eyes and exhaled.

It's good to sing this time.

On the last night of the holiday, Xu Shan slept very comfortably in bed, but in a daze, an explosion seemed to sound in the distance, shaking the entire window.