Mad Son-in-law

This sound came abruptly, but it came again just right, as if a cuckoo crow suddenly amidst a mess of ducks, and everyone's noise came to an abrupt end.

Hao Meng, who was originally extremely angry and felt embarrassed, was about to shake her body away, and at this time she couldn't help but stand in shock.

Wang Jie looked at the steaming mist on the lake outside the window, and the lonely boat floating, an indescribable sadness surged into his heart.

Rob said when he first told him "The Book of Music", the instrument is vocal, no matter what instrument, no matter what tune, it is not as important as the musician's heart.

"Woo..."

The sound of the flute again, this time no longer abrupt, but quietly coming from the pharynx.

Wang Jie sat there, closed his eyes slightly, his face was as calm as water, his fingers moved lightly.

This flute sound seemed to have a kind of magic power, making all listeners instantly seem to have entered a kind of magical realm.

Some people seem to see a cluster of faint dragons, and the beloved is dancing alone under the moon.

Some people seem to be on a desert sandbar, facing the wind single-handedly.

Some people, vaguely returning to the old days, the carousel is a childhood laugh.

Some people seem to dream of passing years and being alone in a cold bed in a foreign land.

"Woo..."

Suddenly, the sound of the flute changed color, and with a tactful sound, everyone was pulled back again.

Wang Jie opened his eyes, his face was full of confidence.

The originally hoarse flute sound turned bright. It stands to reason that the sound of the flute is like sadness, but the sound of the flute at this time is uncharacteristic, and people can't help but be bloody. With one sound, it moved like a thousand miles of bamboo and heather; two sounds, like a thousand-layer ocean wave rolling and slamming a rock; three times, like a good general among thousands of troops and horses, went straight to the enemy camp...

When the only boat on the lake outside the window disappeared into the fog, Wang Jie hung the emerald flute and murmured: "Blue moon yellow sand cirrus knife, blue boots and white armour flute.

After drinking the three-fighting knights, go and dye the robe with ten steps to kill.

Do not chase the Xia Sun after fame and fame, refuse to hand over the powerful knot moose roe deer.

Pull the bow and shoot the golden crow finch, riding the red makeup to escape. "

One song, fascinating dreams, one poem, awakening all beings.

When Wang Jie floated down from the window sill, everyone in the theater was still petrified.

Hao Meng was dumbfounded, completely dizzy.

Ouyang Han looked wilted and his face was distorted, almost crying.

The people in the private room upstairs also stood by the pillars at some point, their eyes shining with strange brilliance.

Several old old ladies trembled, their lips trembled, and pointed at Wang Jie: "You...what kind of tune are you playing? The flute is a sad rhyme, and the flute is a sad rhyme, but how can you..."

Wang Jie replied, "Who won?"

"This..." Several old men and old ladies were pale, and they all lowered their heads. As for the old lady who started ridiculing Wang Jie just now, from the time Wang Jie played to now, she has not stood up at all, and her whole body is shaking, and there is already a pool of urine under the seat of the chair... Muttered: "This is impossible. what!"

"it is good!"

At this moment, Hao Meng, who had already slowed down, suddenly yelled, and she was a little proud in an instant, because this poor fellow brought in by herself.

When she shouted so, all the stiffened people reacted, "It's so nice!"

"Yeah, I just felt like I had a dream!"

"It's really a heaven!"

…

"They don't say it, come on!" Wang Jie walked to Ouyang Han and said with a grimace: "Who won?"

Ouyang Han had a pale face, a trance, and a slumped mouth: "Poor... Pauper, you don't need an inch, I say you win and you win, if you lose, you lose!"

"Haha! Forget it, I didn't want your approval!" Wang Jie shrugged and smiled contemptuously.

"you win!"

At this moment, there was a sudden admiration from upstairs: "Not only did you win, but everyone present had a sense of joy below you."

The voice was neither harsh nor soft, but it was very pleasing to the ear.

Wang Jie looked up, and there was a person standing under the dim light in the private room. Judging from his exquisite figure, he should be a woman, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

"thanks!"

Wang Jie smiled politely and nodded.

At this moment, suddenly the phone rang.

Wang Jie took out his tattered phone and took a look. He didn't expect it to be from the old man!

This old guy hadn't seen anyone for several days, the phone was turned off, and the text message could not be returned, causing Wang Jie to worry for several days.

Wang Jie was about to go out to answer the phone. At this time, the woman upstairs opened her mouth and said, "Stay, can you know the name of this piece?"

Wang Jie was startled for a moment, and said seriously: "It is rumored that the ancient music master Huan Yi wrote a song called "Xiaoyaoyou" when he was dying. However, it has been lost for a long time. My master is proficient in ancient rules and once collected fragmented songs. I like this song very much, I added two more sections, and it was done. You can call it "Easy Travel", of course, I call it "Wolf Raises Head"."

"Xiaoyaoyou? The wolf raised his head? Haha, it's a bit interesting, Susha turned blood!" The people upstairs smiled faintly.

Wang Jie stopped paying attention to anyone, and quickly went out to get the call.

"Old man, do you still know to call back? Which pomegranate skirt did I think you died in?"

"Little bastard, the old man and the prince three thousand, you know this! What is my strength!"

"Shit, stop blowing, be a bachelor for a lifetime, what is it! Where are you?"

"You don't have to worry about where I am. I ask you, did you break up with the Liu family?"

Wang Jie and Lai Blind came here quickly, hanging on to each other, not like father and son at all. However, Wang Jie was full of gratitude to Blind Lai from the heart, and of course, there was a little worship and fear.

It seems that the old man already knows his own affairs from Uncle Niu and the others, Wang Jie couldn't help being a little lacking in confidence, and muttered: "Father, why do you have to let me and the Liu family..."

"Little boy, I don't care about other things, father, this matter, you must listen to me, of course, if you sever relationship with me, then I will not care!" The old man was obviously angry!

"Father, don't be angry!"

"You go to Liu's house immediately, remember, and behave with your tail clipped."

"I'm going to Liu's house? Are you crazy? I have written all the divorce books!"

"Have a fart, you can only get married when you are married. Are you married? Don't worry, Mr. Liu will not embarrass you. In short, you must acknowledge this marriage, otherwise, I...I will be killed!"

Wang Jie was speechless for a while, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "My mother is gone..."

"I know this!" Lai blind man sighed, "You don't have to think about it, and you don't need to worry about it."

"Then... Are you in Yancheng?"

"What? Boy, are you finally willing to mention Yancheng?"

"Forget it, when I didn't say it!" Wang Jie's expression stunned.

Blind Lai seemed to feel the change in Wang Jie’s mood. He paused for a while and said suddenly: "Asshole, you are already big. That card is under the floor tiles in the innermost part of the shop. You can do whatever you want, but remember Now, the gentleman hides the weapon in his body, waits for the time to move, don't be anxious."

The old man was rare and deep. When he hung up the phone, Wang Jie was a little at a loss. What did the old man mean? At the beginning, it was no longer father and son, but let yourself go by the way of man talking with man?

As he was stunned, the phone rang again, and Wang Jie thought it was his father who was going to say something, so he connected without seeing it.

Who knows that Liu Shan's voice came from the phone: "Wang Jie, in one hour, you must show up at Grandpa's villa, otherwise, you and your dad's storefronts are waiting to be converted into public toilets!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up before Wang Jie could speak.

"Mom pull it up, little girl, sooner or later, I..." Wang Jie couldn't hold back, scolding a swear word.

Xiu Shu was written by himself, and he said the crazy talk at the time. Doesn't it mean that he slapped himself when he came to the door at this time?

But there is no way, he has to listen to the blind man, besides, the old man's store is still in Liu Shan's hands.

"Pauper, why are you running so fast!" At this moment, Hao Meng came out and rushed to Wang Jie excitedly and said, "Unexpectedly, you still hid deeply!"

"It's okay for you to listen?" Wang Jie grinned, and restored the appearance of his two-skinned face.

"Make it right!" Hao Meng pretended to say: "Corresponding to your image, it's really a blind song!"

Qicaitou sister immediately ridiculed: "Is this okay? Mengmeng, you are too unobjective, right? Although this man is poor, stupid, and cheeky, the song just now is so good! You didn't see it. Did even the Chu family eldest lady praise it?"

"Miss Chu Family?" Wang Jie was a little confused.

"You don't know!" Qicaitou girl whispered: "It's the one who talked to you in the private room upstairs! You don't know how many artists are the head of Chu's Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Chu family's chaebol. She held it out! Oh, by the way, you were walking in a hurry and didn't see a good show. Just now Ouyang Han proposed to Chu Qian to marry him, but Chu Qian refused. The scene is always embarrassing, you have to be careful, Ouyang Han I must hate you!"

Wang Jie said with a faint smile: "Aren't you fans of Ouyang Han? Why don't you support him at all suddenly!"

"Hey, in the future, you will be my fan, no, no, I will be your fan!" Qicaitou sister smirked: "Ouyang Han should leave it to Hao Meng!"

"Why!" Hao Meng hurriedly said, "I brought out Wang Jie..."

The two little girls were chatting, and Wang Jie was not in the mood to talk any more, and said to Hao Meng: "Now is your free time. I will do something. Before dark, I will find you. Follow the instructions of Uncle Hao. You must return. Home!"

After speaking, Wang Jie was ready to rush to Liu's house.

Unexpectedly, a maddening roar suddenly came from behind: "Bad son, you defeat my reputation, you are bad for me, I will kill you..."