When Xiao Lele's two children's songs were floating in Yida Plaza, Xiao Lele, a child star, was also very popular in Hongguoguo Kindergarten.

Rubbing his cheeks, he dotted a red dot on his forehead.

On the small stage prepared by the kindergarten for Mother's Day, Xiao Lele shook his head and sang "If you love me, you will hug me", and the children below did the same.

If you love me, you will hug me, kiss me, praise me, and the little ones will be very cute one by one with their little hands stretched out.

Your grandfather took a group of uncles and aunts to square dance in the square, and you also practiced with children in kindergarten and became a coach. ”

Sitting on the small bench in the kindergarten, Zhang Jiangang also clapped his hands and made movements with his granddaughter's singing.

Not only Zhang Jiangang, but also the parents of the other children next to him. Holding the child in their arms, parents also follow the same example and interact with their children.

It's catchy, the lyrics are simple, and children can easily learn it after listening to it for a while. On the side of the small stage, the kindergarten teacher took pictures of the little ones.

Everyone, including Zhang Jiangang, had a happy smile on their faces.

For the first time in a long time, Zhang Jiangang threw away everything in his head, smiled and relaxed to his heart's content, and blended into this innocent atmosphere. As if everything in the world and the coming revival of Reiki have nothing to do with themselves.

"Children, are Lele children singing well?" Seeing that Xiao Lele finished singing, the teacher smiled and clapped his hands encouragingly and asked.

"Okay~" The little kids said in unison.

"Hehe~" Zhang Jiangang smiled knowingly.

But at this time, Zhang Jiangang found that Xiao Lele, who was originally praised on the stage, suddenly laughed excitedly and walked behind him.

Looking back, the daughter-in-law didn't know when she had come in, and she was smiling at her daughter.

"You're here, Xiaolei. ”

"Well, there are several people looking for you outside Dad, and some are still wearing Taoist clothes. When she said this, Yin Xiaolei looked at her daughter with a smile and gave a thumbs up in her direction.

Immediately afterwards, the little one happily gave two thumbs up to his mother.

"Okay, I see. Come on, you do this, I'll go out and have a look. Zhang Jiangang stood up with a smile and gave up the small bench in the kindergarten to his daughter-in-law.

A moment later, when Zhang Jiangang came out, sure enough, there were three people standing at the fence at the entrance of the kindergarten. Two of them were dressed as ordinary people, one was dressed in a Taoist robe, his hair was in a bun, and a gossip was embroidered on his chest clothes.

The man in a Taoist uniform was tall and thin, with a long mustache, and was blown by the wind.

To be honest, if this mustache is changed to a long beard, it will definitely feel like a fairy wind bone.

"Old man, you have finally come out, poor Wudang teacher, and now you are the head of Wudang Wenwu School. The eight-character nonsense hurriedly greeted with a smile, and looked Zhang Jiangang up and down.

"Mr. Zhang, I am Zhao Ziheng, the person in charge of Huashan Martial Arts School, you have finally come out, can you write a song for us Huashan. ”

"Kongtong faction...... Sun Yishui. Old gentleman, hurry up and withdraw the lawsuit, our Kongtong faction really can't bear it. ”

"Okay, yes, how did you find here? ”

The Wudang faction's master of the Shifeng Dao turned out to be a teacher, and it seemed that he was a disciple of the fifteenth generation.

As for Zhao Ziheng of Huashan, he is short and fat, and he is still a little festive.

The Kongtong faction had a red birthmark on his face, and there were a few hairs on the birthmark.

Don't look at these sects are busy making money at this time, they look similar to businessmen. However, in Zhang Jiangang's previous life, in the first few years of the revival of the aura, these sects, plus the military, can be said to be the mainstay of Huaxia to resist the disaster of reiki revival.

Without them, it is not known what the consequences of the shock would have been.

Therefore, although it is considered a competitor, there is a lot of strength in numbers, and Zhang Jiangang is also happy to see it happen if they can further develop their aura before it recovers. Most of them will have to be left behind in the future.

In addition, although these sects are all Taoist sects, some of them are actually true Taoists who cultivate internal strength and alchemy, and some have long been reduced to simple martial arts sects or Jianghu sects.

For example, a typical Wudang, after the revival of the aura, Wudang is indeed soaring. For example, the Kongtong faction, in the first few years of the revival of aura, relied on the rise of martial artists for two years, but it fell behind properly.

"It's easy to talk about it, let's go and talk to my company. ”

A few hours later, the money was paid, some got the right to use it, some got the new song, and the stone in the hearts of several people finally fell.

Wudang Zhang Jiangang gave a theme song of "Tai Chi Grandmaster" "Who Belongs to the Hero", and at the same time, the right to use the male son Ziqiang was also sold to him.

Huashan Zhang Jiangang gave a theme song of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" "A Laugh in the Sea", which instantly expressed the ethereal and free temperament of the Huashan faction.

As for the Kongtong faction, you better pay some copyright royalties and then use "Men Should Be Self-Improvement". Your sect was really not famous among these sects in the previous life, and I can't think of any good songs for you, uncle.

Indeed, in the past and present lives, it feels like the Kongtong faction is like playing soy sauce in the six major sects.

In addition, Zhang Jiangang forced a few people to take a photo under the front desk logo of Longteng Company, and then asked his son to print it out and hang it on the company's wall, and even posted it on the company's official Weibo.

Especially the head of the Shifeng Dao, Zhang Jiangang grabbed him, and the two of them came to a group photo pretending to be Tai Chi pushers.

Not for anything else, the main thing is to let these sects exert their last residual heat.

And when sending Shi Feng and the others downstairs, Zhang Jiangang looked at Shi Feng's back and didn't leave for a long time.

Wudang, sure enough, there are still real materials!

This Shifeng is the first person I have seen with the temperament of cultivating truth. Although it can't be compared with his current realm, his practice is definitely not just about passing on martial arts.

Fortunately, if this earth is really alone, it will be too stressful. The most important thing is that at that time, I will definitely not be able to withstand the impact of Reiki revival on my own.

In the evening sunset, leaving the company, Zhang Jiangang and the young man waited for the bus downstairs at the bus stop. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his body made Zhang Jiangang have an indescribable thought, and even a sense of homesickness.

His son had to work overtime, so Zhang Jiangang didn't let his son drive him, just as a exercise.

The sects of this world have also been seen, and everything they can do is being done, or they are also being planned, and the personnel are exhausted, and once the aura recovers, they can only obey the destiny of heaven.

"Hey, Kim, I'm waiting for the bus. ”

The caller was Jin Yongsi, the director of the District Elderly Cultural Center, who is also the president of the Liyuan Society.

"Elder Zhang, you must come tomorrow. ”

"I'll see, don't wait for me. I have already written the new play some time ago, and I will send it to you when the time comes. ”

"Don't don't be Zhang Lao, you must come in person, this opportunity is rare. Many people in our association are looking forward to your coming, and if it weren't for you, our opera would not have made such a big improvement in the past few months. There are a number of industry peers here who would like to meet you. ”

Selling their opera script to Xiaojin, Zhang Jiangang was not for money at all. On the one hand, it can be regarded as inheritance, after all, the opera in this world is also in a recession, and I have the classic opera of the previous life in my hands, so it is better to spread it in this world than to waste it in my hands.

The second is that the traditional opera art is also helpful to one's own cultivation and understanding, and that feeling of cultivation and edification is actually the strongest among all kinds of song art.

Zhang Jiangang didn't know how others felt, anyway, the efficiency of listening to opera before and after his cultivation had improved significantly, and he had a surprising different perception.

And while Zhang Jiangang was on the phone and waiting for the bus.

Not far from the road, a black BMW slowly slowed down, and at the same time, an old man sitting in the passenger seat lowered the glass to look in the direction of the bus stop.

"Slow down, slow down~" The old man in a suit, who was also combing his big back hair, said while looking at Zhang Jiangang's direction.

"What's the matter, Dad?" asked the young man with gold-rimmed glasses who was driving.

"Lean in, lean in, lean over to the old man on the phone!" said the fat white man's eyes, a hint of banter.

Moments later, the black BMW pulled up on the side of the road.

"Ou Yo! Isn't this Xiao Zhang, waiting for the bus?" Looking at the figure, the fat old man laughed and sat in the BMW.

How long has it been, and Comrade Zhang Jiangang, who is accustomed to hearing about Zhang Lao or Lao Zhang, almost didn't react.

I'm 60, you call me Xiao Zhang, I'll kill you and me!

Hearing this voice, Zhang Jiangang was stunned for a moment and then turned his head.

In the eye, a white and chubby-looking old man like a bun in the black BMW was looking at him with a smile and a joke in his eyes.

glanced at the other party, and Zhang Jiangang also recognized who it was.

"Are you still alive, Captain Huo?" looked at each other, Zhang Jiangang said.

"Hehe, after so many years, my mouth is still so small. I heard Lao Wang say two years ago that you were still repairing shoes in the community, look at you, how can you say that you were also the backbone of our troupe back then, how did you fall to this point? If you have something to look for me, what is polite to me, right? The other party sat in the passenger seat and said.

Looking for you?" Zhang Jiangang smiled in his heart.

If it weren't for Lao Wang and his head Huo Qiming, his predecessor would have been laid off in his early forties? The next ten years have been so miserable, almost all of them are due to this old Huo.

"Dad, who is this old man?" Seeing his father on the bar with an old man waiting for the bus, the young man in the co-pilot asked, very arrogant.

This old man has a father, and he has a son.

At the same time, Zhang Jiangang was a little puzzled, can he drive such an expensive BMW when he runs a theater in the county?

Zhang Jiangang didn't know that this car was not Lao Huo's, but his son's.

"Oh, it's the popular student of our troupe back then. I did something to an actress in the troupe back then, and the result was ...... Speaking of which, you have to call this old man uncle. ”

Hearing this, the young man looked in Zhang Jiangang's direction and smiled, and snorted lightly.

Zhang Jiangang also smiled, "Qing out of the blue, Lao Huo, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, I hope you can live two more years." ”

"Young man, drive slowly, don't get into a car accident, father and son are all dead in the car. ”

“......”

At this time, the bus also came, and as soon as Zhang Jian finished speaking, he ticked the old man card and got on the bus.