Chapter Twenty-Eight: Do I Have Flowers on My Face?

Wei Qingye and Ding Cheng each blushed, and Wei Qingye said, "Big brother, don't worry, I have covered Ding Mei's tuition." ”

"I'll take the cost of holding the college entrance banquet, big brother and sister-in-law, I, hey, ......" Ding Chengdao.

Ding Lin's family is poor, and he doesn't help if he has money, he is really not a thing, and he is ashamed of his eldest brother.

"No, I really don't need to, Ding Yang gave us hundreds of thousands, it's enough." Ding Lin and Li Fengwan refused.

Wei Qingye and the others were stunned again, and said, "We don't care about the rest, we have covered the affairs of the college entrance banquet and tuition, eldest brother and sister-in-law, if you don't let us do this, we won't be happy." ”

Qin Shuang said, "Big brother and sister-in-law, okay, it's rare that Qingye and Brother Cheng have this heart, so let them go back." ”

Wu Jiao's eyes flickered, and she also said, "Big brother and sister-in-law, don't argue, if you refuse, Ding Cheng will not be able to sleep for several days." ”

"Okay."

Everyone's attention shifted to Ding Yang, what has Ding Yang experienced in the past few years?

Ding Lin and Li Feng were suddenly very distressed, Ding Lin must have been very tired outside in the past few years.

Ding Yang stood up, and Ding Mei thanked Wei Qingye and the others respectively, and then said, "Uncle Qingye, I heard Xiaotian mention it, did you open a printing house?" ”

Wei Qingye said, "I got one, but now there are not many publishing tasks, many school textbooks are monopolized by large printing houses, and the competition for best-selling works in the market is also fierce, and the current market is not as gimmicky as when it first started to promote." ”

"Yes, Uncle Qingye and I have traveled to a lot of places this year, found a lot of publishing houses, and some editors can't meet ......" Qin Shuang said helplessly.

"Forget it, don't mention it." Wei Qingye said, "Ding Yang, do you know? Today I found out that you are not as unbearable as I have ever seen, you are not humble or arrogant in front of Hua Chonglou, you talk eloquently, and your demeanor, your demeanor, I am impressed, before, it was my uncle who looked at you with colored glasses, I'm sorry. ”

Ding Chengdao, "Yes, Ding Yang made me stupid at the time, I didn't even dare to let out a fart in front of others, haha, I'm a rough person, but my words are not rough, Ding Yang has indeed changed a lot." ”

Ding Lin quietly grabbed Li Feng's hand under the table, and saw it, his son was praised by his valued brothers, and they were also looked up to by the two brothers.

Rare, rare.

Ding Lin wanted to get drunk, and when he put down the burden of many years, his waist straightened.

It rained heavily for three days, and after the rain was clear, Ding Cheng's family and Wei Qingye and his wife left Dingjia Village, and Wei Xiaotian and Ding Yang also embarked on the road to Yangcheng.

"Mom and Dad, if you want to build a house now, you can build it, and then tell me when you don't have money."

Ding Lin was moved, he had long wanted to renovate.

"I've got that in mind."

"That's okay, I'll ask Xiaotian to send the drawings and the designers I know over, remember, I must follow the design drawings."

"Let's go, let's get in the car, I know all this." Ding Lin said, "Ding Yang, you don't have to worry about the family, when you come back, you will definitely be able to live in a new house." ”

Ding Lin held a bunch of keys in his hands, and Wei Qingye handed him the keys to his hometown house.

Ding Mei and Li Feng were reluctant, Ding Lin waved his hand at Ding Yang and Wei Xiaotian, and the two cars drove out of Dingjia Village one after the other.

The "Song of Tomorrow" Yangcheng Singing District Championship was held as scheduled.

On this day, the sun was shining, the weather was back to its previous dryness, and the cicadas on the trees were squeaking, adding to the boredom.

Ding Yang tightened his clothes, carried a guitar on his back, and strode into Yangcheng TV with a laptop in his hand.

In the concert hall, except for him and Xiao Qiang, the rest of the singers were already waiting.

When those people saw Ding Yang, they immediately whispered, and glanced at them from time to time.

Mu Sheng and the others just nodded, and they didn't come over, and Ding Yang was not surprised.

"Have you watched Douyin's local video? Li Fei exposed him. ”

"Look at it, now see how he explains."

"If you have the ability to plagiarize, why can't you take things undertaken, it's ridiculous."

"A rat poop spoiled a pot of soup, and our Yangcheng singing area lost all its face."

Ding Yang randomly found a front position and sat down, he was a little excited and nervous, and after winning the championship, the system would reward him with something, he was looking forward to it.

He took out his laptop and put it on his lap, tapping on the keyboard with both hands, and now he has saved another 1.5 million words in the manuscript, and he is nearly half of the task completed.

And the number of words updated on the website has reached 2.6 million, adding up to more than 4 million, and he thinks that he will try to code out the following chapters and send them to Candleblade within a week, which will be over.

"Ding Yang, can I sit next to you?"

At some point, Xiao Qiang approached him with her guitar on her back.

Ding Yang put away his notebook and said, "Yes, you can sit casually." ”

"Thank you."

Xiao Qiang said lightly, sat down, and then looked at Ding Yang without saying a word.

Ding Yang looked at the LOGO of the guitar behind Xiao Qiang, the same as his.

This is a different girl, straightforward and calm, but such a temperament is not suitable for the entertainment industry.

And last time, she also denied herself, Ding Yang never wanted to contact Xiao Qiang, but Xiao Qiang stared at him without blinking.

"Do I have flowers on my face?" Ding Yang asked calmly.

"Nope." Xiao Qiang spit out coldly, still looking at Ding Yang.

"And what are you looking at?" Ding Yang frowned slightly.

"I want to see through you and want to know what kind of person you are."

"Your curiosity is a bit heavy."

Xiao Qiang didn't respond, she didn't smile, and looked directly at Ding Yang.

"You're rude."

"That's just for you, you look at me and I don't look at others."

Ding Yang's brain almost went down, Xiao Qiang's brain circuit was really clear, he no longer paid attention to Xiao Qiang, and closed his eyes slightly to take a nap.

When Yao Yixian and the others came in, he was still leading a team of ten people behind him.

"What's going on? How can there be ten more people? ”

"I heard that there is a customized voting mechanism outside, and the top 10 voters can also run for the competition system."

"Really? Why haven't I heard? ”

"I always thought it was fake, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Yao Yixian sat down with the others, he adjusted the microphone a little, and then said, "Everyone knows that "Song of Tomorrow" has one more website voting, this time it was initiated by the organizer, and the same is true for the six major singing areas, in the next competition, such a voting channel is still valid, that is, if you want to win the championship, you have to defeat a contestant who voted by the website, otherwise, this contestant will replace his top ten position." ”

"I'm done, I've only prepared one song."

"Me too, temporary addition, "Song of Tomorrow" won't be shady, right?"

"This voting format is for rich players, right?"

"Protest."

The ten people who originally passed couldn't hold back their thoughts and directly protested.

The concert hall was in a mess, and Yao Yixian clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the table.

He said in a deep voice, "You didn't see the news announced on the official website of "Song of Tomorrow" a week ago, and you can't complain about others, now what you have to do is to sing well and don't make excuses for yourself." ”