Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

This TV series looks quite awkward, just a poor boy has three friends, one of the friends is the rich second generation, the rich second generation is the main character, he falls in love with the poor boy's girlfriend, let the poor boy's leader know, the leader wants to To curry favor with the rich second generation, he made things difficult for the poor boy in various ways, and even set the trap for the poor boy, so that the poor boy borrowed usury and defrauded the down payment for buying a house. Stimulating the poor boy, saying that the rich second generation likes the poor boy, and then the poor boy with low self-esteem gave up this relationship and gave his girlfriend happiness, so the girlfriend will be with the rich second generation.

Jiang Yang watched the plot, "This plot is a bit familiar."

Li Qingning fed Jiang Yang a mouthful of yogurt.

Jiang Yang felt like him, "I feel like I'm mocking me for buying a house."

With yogurt on Li Qingning's hands, he brought it to Jiang Yang's mouth. After Jiang Yang licked it clean, he said, "Don't worry, I will give you what you can't get. My sister will give it to you. What the second generation of rich, we are now the rich generation."

She could rest on the weekend, and she asked Jiang Yang if she wanted to do a business worth several hundred million now.

My sister is so flirtatious.

Jiang Yang couldn't hold back.

The two of them didn't go out all day on Sunday. Li Qingning practiced the piano, practiced yoga, and cooked. Jiang Yang played movies, read scripts and played games. They didn't clean up until evening. Li Qingning wore a casual white shirt on his upper body. A pair of khaki wide-leg pants on the lower body, simple but textured, Jiang Yang wore a black T-shirt on the upper body, which complemented her perfectly when walking with her.

Li Qingning asked Mr. Wen to have dinner at Longfu in the evening. They just took their seats in the atrium of Dragon Mansion when they saw Teacher Wen bringing his wife and daughter. He also brought the books and materials he had sorted out, and after introducing and sitting down, he handed things over to Jiang Yang. Teacher Wen's wife is Li Lu, a university professor majoring in psychology, who used to be Teacher Wen's teacher.

Teacher Wen was very proud, "I said at the time that I had a mental problem, so I kept looking for Teacher Li."

He asked Jiang Yang how he managed to catch Li Qingning.

Jiang Yang paused, intending to use his potential in making up stories. Before he could say anything, Li Qingning, who was chatting with Li Lu over there, said, "He went to our school when he was in his junior year, and I asked for his phone number." Number."

Teacher Wen gave a thumbs up, "I wanted to be handsome in the first place, how much energy would I save?"

Li Lu rolled her eyes, and said to Li Qingning, "Do you know what the gift he gave me for the first time? A bag of pears."

Teacher Wen said one thing, that bag of pears is really delicious.

Later, Teacher Wen told Jiang Yang about his experience in filming TV series and movies, which opened Jiang Yang's horizons. The two families chatted for a while after eating, and then they walked home slowly and parted ways in the hall.

After returning home, Li Qingning took off her shoes and walked on the floor with bare feet.

Both of them are a little tired.

She played a vinyl record, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed one to Jiang Yang. After they sat on the sofa, looking at the dark night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the bright lights of the bustling places in the distance, the music was played with the help of Li Qingning's flowers. The sound of expensive clothes reached their ears. A sentence sounded from Jiangyang, the treble is sweet, the middle pitch is accurate, and the bass is deep, in short, it is transparent.

The song is Li Qingning's song.

She hummed softly in Jiang Yang's ear, which sounded very nice.

Twelve midnight.

This is an awkward moment.

In terms of time, it has already arrived tomorrow, but in terms of biological clock, many people still stay in yesterday.

Jiang Yang's colleague, Sister Han, Han Xiaoxiao's biological clock was only yesterday.

She was lying on the bed, brushing and pushing. The other side of the double bed was empty. It turned out that it was her roommate, her college classmate, and her best friend who were lying on the bed. They graduated together, worked together, and lost their jobs together, but in the end she Still left Kyoto, Kyoto is very big, there are many cities in Kyoto, many high-rise buildings, but there is no future for her here.

There is no future for her here either.

The couple next door had just finished their work, and she listened to a live version; she refreshed again and again in Li Yu's topic; she repeated actions over and over again, and sometimes she didn't know what she was watching, but she didn't want to Sleeping, as if she had bid farewell to today, and rushed to the future that was hopeless and expected to change, but unable to change.

There are very few topics in the super talk. The only one with a little bit of heat is "Mr. Anonymous".

In Chaohua, many sisters are discussing who is the anonymous name of the Great Demon King @.

until--

"Fuck!"

"Depend on!"

"Hurry up and watch the promotional video of Director Zhang's new movie "Farewell", there is a surprise!"

"The Great Demon King! It's the Great Demon King!"

The excited messages of the sisters kept flashing through the chat, and Han Xiaoxiao's mind froze for a moment, then hurriedly exited the chat, searched for the promotional video of the movie "Farewell", and opened it in one go.

As soon as the screen lights up, a line of white text appears on the pitch-black screen:

If you only had three months left to live, how would you bid farewell to this world?

The waves of the lake sounded.

In the picture, a middle-aged man is sitting by the lake, looking at the setting sun on the sparkling lake, the road is far away, and there is no one on the road.

A line of artistic words emerged: "Farewell" - Li Yu.

Li Yu's voice sounded, with a bit of laziness in the magnetism, and a bit of affection in the laziness. Almost as soon as he thought of this voice, Han Xiaoxiao fell into the atmosphere of listening to the big devil singing in the past or provocatively. heartstrings.

Li Qingning's singing took people away from reality, and made people sit in front of her with a glass of wine and a cup of tea. She whispers in front of you, telling stories, not sad, not happy, just tell you a story with a song.

Han Xiaoxiao couldn't describe it clearly, but it was a provocative, youthful, and healing feeling anyway. This kind of feeling is rarely seen in the later albums of the Great Devil. But this song, she was immersed in it just because of "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road".

"...The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains; in the corner of the sky and the earth, half of the best friends are scattered..."

The Great Demon King stood at the foot of the mountain in the setting sun, looking at the boundless wilderness.

This was the first time that the Great Demon King appeared on camera after five years. Han Xiaoxiao keenly discovered that the Great Demon King had matured, and was no longer that laughing and cursing little girl. Experienced people.

She sang a little farewell in a low voice.

Han Xiaoxiao listened quietly, and now she saw her roommate outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, among the green grass, the sound of the willow flute in the evening wind, and the setting sun outside the mountain.

She left in the morning, in the smog or fog, and left by train, but Han Xiaoxiao still thought of her.

She packed her luggage and left half of the master bedroom empty at once. She scanned everything here with nostalgia. At the bus station, she bid farewell to Han Xiaoxiao in a depressed mood, and her figure disappeared into the thick fog. Goodbye, or never again.

Liu Han Xiaoxiao wandered under the bus station.

She couldn't explain the melancholy at that time, but now it is slowly relieved in the singing, this is the farewell.

We met in a period of time, we went to school together, ate together, drank together, watched movies together, traveled together, talked and laughed together, and imagined the future together, but we will eventually rush to our respective futures, we are powerless, we are sad, what are we? I can't do it, I only hope that the other party will cherish it in the future.