Chapter 154 Wen Zhaoguan

   It's like doing a geometry problem and finding the auxiliary line.

  After listening to Sister Chen's words, Zhang Yue felt a coolness passing over her head, which made her train of thought much smoother in an instant.

   Someone tells you the troubles of life, isn't it a kind of attention?

She feels that Myolie treats her like a trash can, but Myolie is in her hometown, she has parents, friends, and mothers of many children, but every time, almost every time, from the previous taste Delicious, the son called mom for the first time, lost his first tooth, and has quarreled with his husband a few times, Xing'er will tell her everything in detail.

  Whether it is making a phone call or sending countless voice matrixes on the chat software.

  She never let Zhang Yue miss every memorable part of her life.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Yue who was tired from work and went round and round. She could paste and copy a whole year's daily life, which made her numb. Absent from Myolie's life.

Since Zhang Yue doesn't want to share her life, okay, Myolie keeps talking, telling Zhang Yue every detail of her life. During this process of getting farther and farther away without books, Myolie is always walking away. Pull them together.

   Yet she, complaining, is jealous.

When I was in college, Myolie said, what is a best friend? A best friend is that I am willing to tell you what I see and what I encounter. I don’t have to organize words, and I don’t have to worry about saying something wrong. Yes, because I made a mistake and you know that I made a mistake unintentionally, and I don’t have to wait for you to reply after the message is sent out, because I know you will definitely reply when you read it.

  Now, Zhang Yue has breached the contract.

  She locked herself up in a cage, and still hated Xing'er for not coming in.

  She even teased Myolie yesterday, saying that she felt the same way after listening to "Someone Like Me" because she deserved it.

this-

  Zhang Yue's heart was clenched.

  ...

   "Come on, let me toast you, and I will make amends to my son."

  Uncle Wang raised his glass and replaced wine with tea.

  Jiang Yang: "Let's go."

  Old man Wang is too insidious to take advantage of him here.

  Uncle Wang thought for a while, "Anyway, that's what it means." He drank it in one gulp, and those who didn't know the taste really thought it was wine.

   Each of them guarded a spittoon-like pot of mutton.

  At the dinner table, Uncle Wang sighed. The trip to the mental hospital was very stimulating for him. Uncle Wang felt that he could no longer raise birds, nor could he be a bird in a cage. He wanted to let himself go.

  You can sing opera, it’s quite boring to sing to a group of old acquaintances in the park every day.

  He still wants to put on his outfit and go on stage to sing in a serious manner.

  He also hopes that there will be a successor for his own ability, so that even if he goes crazy, he will have no regrets.

  Forget about Jiang Yang, he and the patriarch probably have hatred for taking his wife, so he can't be the successor.

  Jiang Yang put down his chopsticks, "I understand."

  Uncle Wang just wanted to contribute to his career in Peking Opera, which he has worked hard for all his life, and add some more vitality to it.

   "I think you should feel at ease in retirement."

  Not to mention the old man’s age, now that he wants to perform on stage, he is no different from the whole theater troupe. He has to get clothes, find a teacher, and rent a theater. Finally—

"The people who come to see you are all grandpas and aunts. You charge money. There are not many people, and you don't charge money. What are you planning? Your son is a movie king, so you burn too much money? If you have that little money, you might as well pay it in full and on time. What about taxes. By the way, your son didn’t evade taxes, did he?”

  Uncle Wang was speechless, "You should worry about your wife."

   "I asked my wife a long time ago."

  Of course, Jiang Yang felt that it was not impossible to play opera.

  He used to play games, and "Goddess Split View" has been popular for a while. If Uncle Wang and the others can do this, it will be quite fun. For example, in the zombie game played in Jiangyang, riding a motorcycle will pass a stage scene, and at this time there will be a whole paragraph of Wen Zhaoguan: "After one day after another, my heart seems to be pouring oil, all the money spent on the way, selling I bought a sword and I bought a knife" must be very powerful.

  Uncle Wang was confused, "What version of Passing Zhaoguan is this?"

  Jiang Yang froze for a moment, then realized that he had accidentally crossed the stage to Hou Baolin's cross talk, and his father loved these ones the most, "That's what I mean."

"Um."

  Uncle Wang nodded thoughtfully. Jiang Yang's idea is very interesting, and it coincides with his idea.

   "Don't watch me play with birds all day—"

   A waiter happened to pass by, and they looked at them strangely.

Uncle Wang didn't realize it, "But I also watch short videos. I know that you young people are popular. What kind of king made a bad movie? Wang Zheng has a rumored girlfriend. The life he yearns for is too fake. I know all this."

  I can't talk anymore today.

  Jiang Yang asked the waiter to bring a bottle of Arctic Ocean to soothe his injured heart.

  Uncle Wang thought he could try Jiang Yang’s idea. Now that retirement is out of the system, it’s time to play around. He always liked to play, but he became a bird in a cage after retirement, otherwise he would have become friends with Jiang Yang.

  The two of them cooked mutton and beef balls. The beef **** were not tasty. Uncle Wang said it was not authentic.

  The two of them ate and went home.

  At the gate of the community, I just ran into Zhang Yue who came out.

   Li Qingning invited Zhang Yue to dinner at Longfu.

Zhang Yue now knows that the success of the Great Demon King is not random. Even on weekends, the Great Demon King has a full schedule. She has a strict schedule for what musical instrument to practice in the morning, what kind of exercise to do, and what musical instrument to practice in the afternoon. What is left for Zhang Yue is only one and a half hours of class time every Saturday and Sunday morning.

but-

  She saw that Li Yu reserved a long time with her husband.

   This is true love.

   After meeting Jiang Yang, Zhang Yue nodded to him, put on the earphones, and opened "Old Friends".

  After meeting Li Yu himself, Zhang Yue had a deeper feeling when he listened to this song again, and Li Yu's beautiful face appeared inadvertently, which sounded more cordial.

  She also became more fascinated by the Great Demon King.

  This song is really well written, it is about the Great Demon King himself, and it is also about Myolie.

  Zhang Yue is very fortunate to have such a friend who confides her life and troubles to her, making her happy in the blessing.

  Zhang Yue was also very curious about the manuscript that Sister Chen read.

   This manuscript made Sister Chen very healed and appreciated, and it also gave her enlightenment.

  It's a pity that she can't check it casually. There are corresponding clauses in the signed confidentiality contract. It is probably because she is afraid of the melody or privacy leaked by the big devil letter.

  Although it is a pity, it is not impossible to read it in the future. Sister Chen works as an editor at a publishing house and has ordered this book for her husband in advance. This book will be published in the future, and it will not be too late to read it at that time.

  After Zhang Yue got on the subway, she called Myolie, "Guess who I'm tutoring in Japanese today?"

   "Who is it?"

  Myolie became interested, and thought about it interestingly, "What a handsome guy!"

   "Her husband is a handsome guy."

  Myolie was puzzled, "Girl, star?"

"demon king!"

  Zhang Yue subconsciously took the phone away, and sure enough there was a piercing scream from the phone. After a while, Xing'er asked her to quickly say, "Is it the real devil? You didn't lie to me, handsome or not? Give me the whole process, hey, you just said that her husband is a handsome guy, you saw him What does he look like, is he handsome and unique! I am a dog food party! Don't let my expectations be disillusioned!"

  Zhang Yue thought for a while, "Let's talk about your husband first."

Myolie said it was not important, she watched the dash cam, this social animal listened to the emo of "People Like Me" in the car, and felt that she was vulgar, cowardly, unwilling to degenerate but did not seek to make progress, hated herself, felt that she was It's an inexplicable person, almost no one is hurting him, he was in emo yesterday, so he wasn't very close, but at noon today he thought of working overtime, Myolie called him a plane, all worries disappeared.

  Zhang Yue is very speechless, is it really okay to tell her this?

  Xing'er couldn't wait, "Tell me first, the big devil looks better on TV, or in real life?"

  Zhang Yue thought for a while, "The real person is several times better than the TV! The skin is so good and flawless, I really don't know how to take care of it—"

  They gossip.

   There is one more chapter, please don’t wait

  

  

  (end of this chapter)