"Good!"

"Very good!"

The store manager was full of praise for the song.

The mother of the good student couldn't help but shine in her eyes.

She studied piano, usually listens to jazz, and understands jazz.

People who really like jazz like the twisting and pinching of jazz, a hundred turns and thousands of times, and each note falls in unexpected places, so that the ears maintain a sense of surprise, not easy to get tired, and do not follow the simple and straightforward routines of pop songs.

This makes Jazz sound complicated!

It's weird.

Strange and good.

Now—

Bassanova just appeared out of thin air.

It's as complicated as it gets.

As weird as you want.

It sounds as weird and nice as it sounds.

The mother of the good student liked it when she heard it, and she couldn't help but get up and come over.

Just take a look at it, and come over to join in the fun.

They listened in silence.

Finally—

The good student's mother couldn't help it: "Is this really written by Li Yu?"

How the did you write that?

Other jazz, she can talk about teachers and genres, but this jazz can be fucking perverted if she can write it! is so perverted that every hair has to be treasured to prevent the aura from being exposed, and put it in Journey to the West, at least to the point of being a female Tang monk.

"That's her!"

Kong Jie was full of happiness of sharing and wanting to be satisfied, and was very enthusiastic to talk about the popularity of Li Yu's song abroad, and instructed them how to go over the wall scientifically, buy this song, and support this song-

And then.

Regarding the translation of Fat Sheep and Sheep, they also talked about some outside evaluations of this song.

Just as they were singing and chatting happily, the wind chimes rang.

They looked back and fell silent.

Jiang Yang walked in, saw that they were all looking at themselves, and looked down at their clothes.

It's also normal to be noticed.

His clothes were covered in mud.

These mud ideas were left by Jiang Yang when he was in a sculpture class and playing with mud.

Yes.

Jiang Yang is taking a sculpture class.

Isn't this a stone and a member of the stage crew making stop-motion puppets?

It's pretty much the same as a miniature.

Jiang Yang liked this, but after getting started, he found that his level was still much worse.

Just right.

Jiang Yang's original intention of learning to paint is also to make the miniature model look good.

And so—

In line with the principle that one sheep is a drive, two sheep are also a drive, anyway, it is the principle of art.

Jiang Yang learned sculpture again.

For this.

With the help of Li's mother's connections, Li Yu invited a professor from CAFA to teach Jiang Yang.

Today is the first day of class.

Now it's just after class, the professor is gone, and he's here to practice sketching.

Stop.

The professor asked for great value for money, and by the way, he could also point out their stop-motion animation dolls.

Jiang Yang: "It's okay, right?"

Shopkeeper: "It's okay."

Jiang Yang walked in and respectfully greeted the good student's mother.

This polite-

Even if the mother of a good student doesn't look at his other identity, she likes it in her heart, and sighs that Li Yu's tutoring is good.

But.

As soon as she thought that Li Yu had to take care of this kid when she was racking her brains for such a cowhide music, she couldn't help but say, "I'll send you an apron in the afternoon, don't get your clothes dirty."

"Oh, good."

Jiang Yang agreed, and was just about to go to the terrace to practice painting-

He stopped.

When Jiang Yang came in just now, Kong Jie and the others were singing, and they didn't have time to close it at this time.

"Huh?

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Jiang Yang heard the song.

He leaned over, "This is my wife's voice, isn't it?" Which album is this song on, why haven't I heard it?"

But it's familiar.

Store Manager, Kong Jie: ......

Good student mom :&#$

It's too fucking to be said.

Overseas, I don't know how many musicians and jazz lovers are racking their brains to know how this song was written, why the big demon king is so cowhideous, and a building is built like a pavilion in the sky.

And yet—

The people in the world who should know how this song came about, who should have witnessed the inspiration of this song, and who have experienced the birth of this song the most, don't know anything, not even if this song is on the album!

Simply!

Itchy feet that make people jealous.

Jiang Yang didn't know it, and was still asking.

Kong Jie could only tell him that this song had just come out for a long time, and only time could listen to it.

"This song."

Jiang Yang was stunned.

Then.

When Time.com and Koi Studio were talking about cooperation, he was in the office.

It's just that I didn't listen to what they said at all, and patronized to find a C spot for the photo of his big fish.

"It's not very good."

He muttered.

At that time, he listened to the offer of Time.com.

He was worried that Time.com would let him return the money.

Kong Jie: ......

I don't know why, she really wants to beat this grandson.

Good student mothers also have this urge.

"Go up and draw your picture!"

The good student's mother put on the majesty of her mother, but she finally held back her fists.

It's not about beating the dog to see the owner.

She just didn't want Li Yu to be distracted.

"Oh."

Jiang Yang went to the terrace to practice sketching.

"Ignore him."

The mother of the good student waved her hand: "He doesn't understand anything, he probably doesn't even know what jazz is."

"Huh?!"

Kong Jie's eyes widened.

This is different from the life she imagined for Li Yu and his wife.

Shouldn't they be one who plays the piano, who listens to moving music, and who writes good books?

"Now you believe in love, right?"

The store manager makes coffee for Jiang Yang: "This is true love."

Kong Jie has a Fak to say.

After the store manager brought the coffee up and down, several people continued to whisper and chat. The store manager likes this atmosphere so much, and his smiling face is about to become 3.5 billion after losing weight. However, she likes to suffer from gains and losses, and she is afraid that this rare atmosphere will be short-lived, so she chatted as much as she could, and talked about the photos as much as she could.

Manager: "Flight attendants should go to a lot of places, right?"

"Yes."

Kong Jie took her mobile phone and asked them to check in at various attractions.

"That's—"

The store manager thought, "Can you take a few photos for me?"

She lives in a corner of the capital, and there are not many places to go, and the photos taken for her grandmother are highly overlapping with Jiangyang, and even inferior to Jiangyang, after all, the big devil is rich, and many scenic spots, such as hotels connected to the Summer Palace, etc., she can't take pictures of the scenery in these places, so she wants to take some foreign photos.

Of course.

She didn't say that she was taking pictures of her grandmother.

It's just that there is an elder who likes to travel, but now he can't go for some reason, and wants to take some photos to comfort her.

Even so, it sounds romantic.

"Okay."

Kong Jie did not hesitate and agreed.

It's just—

How do you take this photo, directly at the attraction?

What's the difference between that and the pictures you find on the Internet?

"It's—"

The store manager thinks it's a problem.

He simply said, "You can take one of your things and put it in the camera."

"yes."

The manager's eyes lit up, and then he put something.

Kong Jie and the others also came up with ideas.

First of all, it can't be that you can't have a doll that I have, that doesn't show special; Secondly, it can't be too big, Kong Jie can't walk around with a big thing; Then, it's better to be in harmony with the view.

The answer is "Get a doll!"

And then—

They looked at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang has made a lot of miniatures, which are far from the master, but the things he has made are still very visible.

The good student's mother gestured to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper went to the terrace and asked Jiang Yang for money.

"Okay."

Jiang Yang agreed very happily.

He is still very happy that his miniature model can make money, more money and less money is not a problem, the key is that someone is willing to pay, this is an affirmation, showing his own technology cowhide.

It's just—

He always felt that the bridge section that asked the flight attendant to help take pictures was seen somewhere.

The answer is on the lips.

But I just can't spit it out.

It felt so bad that he stayed where he was for a while.

All the way to—

The shopkeeper asked him, "What do you think is the best thing to do?"

Jiang Yang came back to his senses, and his heart was filled with ripples of regret: "It's just a miniature model of an old couple."

Grandma collected the travel guide of the notebook, just to travel with Grandpa, and now that Grandpa has passed away, he made a pair of dolls, which can be regarded as barely filling Grandma's regrets.

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