Convenience store after 12 o'clock.

Jiang Yang's two friends, Hou Bing and Xiao Yang, were eating a boxed lunch. There was also a meal next to them, which was reserved for Uncle Jing, who just called and said that he would come over to eat after delivering the last order.

The dishes in front of them are plentiful.

Hou Bing glanced at Lu Xiaoyu, "When Uncle Jing and I were here, there was never this meat dish, as soon as Lao Xiao came, this meat dish was enough, and we don't know why."

Xiao Yang: "Maybe your character is not good."

"I—"

Hou Bing felt that Xiao Yang was really stupid.

The *** store manager of the convenience store said thoughtfully at this time: "It's past twelve o'clock, and it's Tanabata."

She looked at the clerks Lu Xiaoyu and Xiao Yang.

"It's Tanabata."

Xiao Yang stopped, and just as everyone was waiting for him to finish, he said, "Jiang Yang said, Sister Ning's new album is online today, right?"

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The manager rolled his eyes.

"Yes."

Hou Bing said that he would buy a quick piece of Xiao Yang's meat and vegetables, "Sister Ying still said in the group during the day that she would buy one to support."

"Sister Ning."

Lu Xiaoyu blinked, "New album?"

She has heard of Sister Ning, last time Xiao Yang said that his friend was the screenwriter of "Underground Traffic Station", and his wife was Sister Ning.

"The Great Demon King."

Hou Bing explained.

"Yo, you're also fans of the Great Demon King."

The store manager is a fan of the big devil, in her words, she let the big devil's half-sugar ring drop her head seven or eight years ago, handed over the first time to the senior, and since then she has embarked on the road of beheading.

She took out her phone and searched.

Hou Bing: "No, we are the elder brother fans of the Great Demon King's husband."

The store manager was dismissive, "What is the big devil's husband's good fan, little white face - wait a minute, I'll take a look, Sister Ning, the big devil, the screenwriter -!"

Her eyes widened, "Your screenwriter friend's wife no! Yes! It's the Great Demon King, right?!"

"Awesome."

Hou Bing was proud, "Just the handsome guy I brought that day. We are brothers, when I went to the orchard to steal peaches, or I gave him the tank, that fried meat, I still remember vividly, since then, he has to call me Brother Bing!"

Xiao Yang: "Less! Obviously he was handsome, but the owner of the orchard let him go lightly."

"it!"

The store manager was spinning in place, no wonder Xiao Yang said last time that she was not Sister Ning's opponent if she was ten, "Damn!"

She actually thought about robbing the husband of the big demon king and ate ten bear-hearted leopard galls.

"Sin, sin."

The store manager drew a cross on his chest, "Amitabha."

At this moment, the door of the store opened, and Uncle Jing walked in with a bag, and greeted him when he entered the door, with a hoarse voice: "Come on, come on, I invite everyone to eat garlic crayfish."

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The voice of the Great Demon King echoed in the store, Uncle Jing ate the crayfish, and even chewed the shells of the crayfish, sucked out all the juice, and swallowed it all into his stomach without wasting a little bit of meat.

Hou Bing and Xiao Yang glanced at each other.

Perhaps the confusion and difficulty of life in the music is what Uncle Jing is thinking now.

Until—

The chorus sounds.

The change of guitar solo is like a medicine primer, which hooks the bitterness in Uncle Jing's heart.

His rough hands covered his face.

Three times Mr. Anonymous appears, there are no superfluous lyrics, as if all the comfort is superfluous.

It was as if Hou Bing patted him on the shoulder.

"Whew."

Uncle Jing put down his hand and beckoned everyone, "Come, eat."

***

Jiang Yang woke up and felt that the world was a little strange.

When the housekeeper of the community saw him, his eyes were strange, and there was an inexplicable kindness and concern?

What's going on?

After arriving at the park, there were few people who knew him, and Jiang Yang was much more relaxed.

He ran into the uncle in the blue T-shirt again, and there was a line of words "Blue Bird Furniture" written on his clothes, he ran unhurriedly, Jiang Yang decided this time, don't run and fight, he follows the uncle, it's all right.

Who knew that the uncle slowly accelerated, and unconsciously raised Jiang Yang's pace.

Jiang Yang was convinced.

He didn't follow, went home, and cooked for his wife.

Leaving the blue-clothed uncle to turn around, he looked lonely after seeing the figure of Jiangyang.

Just as Jiang Yang was cooking, Li Qingning got up.

She wore a long pleated skirt with fine pleats, which accompanied her with her turbulence like water waves; The loose T-shirt hangs lazily on the body, inadvertently exposing the shoulders, and the suspenders also slip over the shoulders.

She leaned against the door and asked Jiang Yang if he had heard her new album.

Jiang Yang: "I didn't have time."

He gets up in the morning and goes for a run, and when he comes back from running, he cooks.

Li Qingning pursed his lips.

She went out, and after a while, "Mr. Anonymous" played on the stereo at home.

"It's—"

Jiang Yang stopped what he was doing.

Although he doesn't understand music, just like the wind, he doesn't know what the wind is, but the wind blowing from his hometown is always different from the outside, and there is a taste that is deep in his memory, indescribable but just known.

When he heard the lyrics, Jiang Yang smiled.

Li Qingning appeared at the door again, "How is it?"

Jiang Yang stretched out his hand: "Let me hug me."

"You still have flour on your hands."

Li Qingning left in disgust.

After breakfast, they stayed at home, Li Qingning went to practice musical instruments, Jiang Yang sat on the sofa, looking at his mobile phone, he was full of thanks to Jiang Yang, the anonymous gentleman, so that Jiang Yang muttered in his heart, is there such a cowhide?

….

But many of those who praise are music critics.

From various angles such as arrangement and composition, they praised the subtlety of guitar and piano in the arrangement, further carried forward the advantages of the Great Demon King in telling stories with melody, and regarded the notes as a mastery of language.

As for the lyrics, it is still the basic level of the Great Demon King, and the lyrics are very straightforward, but they express the sadness of the workers.

At noon, Li Qingning put on a coat and led Jiang Yang to Longfu for lunch.

Today is worthy of the Qixi Festival, there are many people eating, fortunately, as the head of the household here, they have their own seats. After eating ***, Li Qingning has to go to the company, and then prepare for today's party.

Jiang Yang was going to go, but on their way home, they received a call from Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao asked Jiang Yang to meet a customer in the afternoon.

Jiang Yang: "Don't go! It's a holiday today."

"What kind of festival, today is Friday, there is no holiday on Qixi Festival! Gotta get to work!

Do you have the consciousness of a worker?" Zhou Hao complained on the other end of the phone, "I really doubt that the lyrics are written about you, eating soft rice and eating it is so inspirational, I also obeyed you."

Jiang Yang sighed lightly: "Hey, there's no way, who let us marry a good daughter-in-law."

Li Qingning beat him next to him, and he was cheap and behaved.

Jiang Yang patted her and asked her not to make trouble, just on the buttocks, the fabric of this skirt is really good.

Li Qingning looked left and right, with murderous aura in his eyes.

Zhou Hao: "Come on, the matter of the network copyright of "Underground Transportation Station".

Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Yo, this is a big deal."

Then, lip calling a sister.

Li Qingning grabbed his arm with a smile.

Unemployed at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return.

Cheng Yanqiu