MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back-Chapter 421 small

  Chapter 421 Trumpet

"My God, did you see those streets? There are hundreds of streets, how do you choose a road, how can you do it! A woman, a house, a piece of land of your own, a piece of land that you can see A landscape, a way of dying, the weight of the whole world on you, and you don't know where the end is! How heavy it is to live in that world!"

   It's like what the fat trumpeter told the owner in the musical instrument store when he was selling trumpets.

  Jiang Yang told Li Qingning the story of why 1900 didn’t go ashore when he finally blew up the boat at the villa in the middle of the mountain.

  He remembered this line very clearly.

   It is also the reason why the chat software was called 1900 before he met Li Qingning.

  He has only learned to live in school, but he is about to enter the adult world unexpectedly.

certainly-

   Another reason is that the world has become strange since 1900.

Unfamiliar changes have accumulated until now, making Jiang Yang at a loss, so Jiang Yang naturally felt that he was 1900, and his old ticket could not board the new ship in this world until he met his big devil , let him aboard.

"Why?"

  Jiang Yang raised his head and looked at Li Qingning: "What's wrong with you?"

   Li Qingning's eyes were a little red.

  When they were talking about this paragraph, they were sitting on the leisure sofa on the balcony of the villa in the middle of the mountain. Because it is on the mountainside, you can see the blue sea unobstructed, you can see a bright white trace of the speedboat on the sea, and you can also see the shadow of the boat under the sea and sky.

   It's as if 1900 was on that boat.

"fine."

  Li Qingning beckoned, let Jiang Yang lie on her lap, touched his head lightly, lowered his head and kissed his cheek lightly.

"husband."

"Um?"

"I love you."

  Jiang Yang laughed.

   They fell silent, and after a while, Li Qingning hummed a melody.

  Jiang Yang heard it very well, "What song is this?"

   "1900?"

  Li Qingning just had an inspiration, and suddenly there was a melody, and he didn't think about the rest.

"correct."

  Jiang Yang suddenly remembered, "You haven't mentioned the black cat yet."

  He saw a black cat artwork hanging on the wall of the half-mountain villa.

Li Qingning raised her eyebrows, "In the past, I read a sentence in a book, saying that if you are often denied and ignored, try to raise a child in your heart, and accompany him to do all the things you wanted to do but didn't dare to do. Give him a positive response, encourage him to be bold and—”

  She has a cat.

   That cat likes to stand high, look at the ocean, and fantasize about all the fish flying up—

  Thinking of this scene, Li Qingning felt happy.

"that's all?"

  Jiang Yang was disappointed. He told a lot of stories, which was a bit unfair.

   Then again—

  This should be the highest state of cloud raising cats.

   "Where's the cat now?"

  Jiang Yang asked, "Did you eat the whale in the sky?"

  Li Qingning pinched Jiang Yang's nose, "He's become a dog now."

  She stood up and asked Jiang Yang what to drink.

"Cola!"

  Li Qingning brought him a can.

   These are all supplemented by the living assistant this morning, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law also often come over, so the room is quite clean.

   This is the house Li Qingning bought here.

   Li Qingning brought himself a glass of water, sat by the piano, and wrote down the melody he had just inspired, and Jiang Yang went to the pool to drink it. After a while, Li Qingning saw the consumption reminder on his mobile phone, Jiang Hanhan bought a model ship.

   Then, he came in and asked Li Qingning: "Why don't we raise fish?"

  Li Qingning pouted, "Do you think fish can grow up alive?"

  Jiang Yang nodded, "It makes sense."

   Not a single live fish can survive in his house.

   After Li Qingning wrote down the melody just now, she played the piano again, "Playing Love", one of the three songs she gave to her mother, and it was also the one she heard when Jiang Yang told a story just now.

  It turns out that this song comes from this story.

   This song is good as pure music when you are working, writing or just want to enjoy some quiet time.

Jiang Yang listened to the music, as if he saw a girl facing the window under the bright sunshine, slowly lifting up her beautiful hair, so clear, it stirred the heartstrings of 1900 who was playing the piano, and then flowed on the piano like catkins blown by the wind. Gentle, and a little melancholy.

  There is a movie scene in memory.

  There is no notebook in the villa here, so Jiang Yang used manuscript paper to write down the pictures he remembered.

   Just a little hungry.

  It would be great if the piano of the Great Demon King can be played while spinning it for barbecue.

  If music has a flavor, it must be cumin.

this day.

  Jiang Yang and Li Qingning stayed here.

  Li Qingning plays the piano.

Many of the music in the movie, Jiang Yang can't remember, or don't think he can remember at all, but Li Qingning can hear it, she can play it after listening to it once, and record it by the way, Jiang Yang listens to it, and occasionally can arouse it. corresponding screen.

  He wrote the script.

  The two complement each other perfectly, seamlessly.

  In the evening, they didn't go back, so they stayed here.

  The next day.

  While Jiang Yang was still writing, he suddenly received a video chat from Uncle Wang.

  Jiang Yang opened it: "Old Wang, why do you think of your brother?"

   "Fuck your uncle."

  Uncle Wang greeted Jiang Yang first, and then let Jiang Yang see where he was.

  Jiang Yang looked up.

  Uncle Wang tapped his mobile phone and turned around. Jiang Yang saw them in a mountain forest, "Master, did your son take you out for a trip?"

"no."

  Uncle Wang paused for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn’t remember it. He said, “The day before yesterday we received a letter from Mr. Wang’s student, saying that he was failing. Wang Zheng and I wanted to come and see him.”

  Perhaps because he is used to seeing life and death, and knew that this is a part of life, Uncle Wang's tone was not too heavy.

   They drove for more than a day.

  Yesterday morning, I took the plane, then drove to the county seat, then drove to the town, found the postman again, and then set off for the mountain.

   "Come on, say hello to Uncle Feng."

  Uncle Wang gave the camera to the postman.

The postman delivered a lot of souvenirs to Jiang Yang, and he appeared in the camera with his head in the camera. His face was full of dimples left by the years, but he had a nice smile and his teeth were very white. He waved to Jiang Yang: "Hello, Xiao Jiang. "

   "Hello, Uncle Feng."

  Jiang Yang replied.

  In the process of sending and receiving letters, they gradually became acquainted, but they have never met in person, even though there is contact information on the courier.

  Uncle Feng called another young man over, "This is my son, Xiao Jue."

  The young man named Xiaojue waved, "Brother Jiang."

  Uncle Wang: "He is younger than you, just call him Xiao Jiang."

  Jiang Yang also knew him.

  The postman once said in a letter that he was a college student and was taking the civil service exam at home or a public institution.

  Uncle Wang also introduced a dog to them.

  The postman takes this dog as his companion on the mountain road.

  They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Uncle Wang waved his hand, "Okay, let's stop talking, the signal will not be good later."

  Jiang Yang saw that they were carrying a lot of things, and asked them: "There is a book "Rural Teacher", have you brought it?"

  Uncle Wang reassured Jiang Yang that they brought it.

  Not only did he bring it, he and Wang Zheng had already seen it when they were flying.

  Jiang Yang: "This author is amazing, the writing is awesome!"

   "Too shameless!"

  Uncle Wang died directly.

   "Tch."

  Jiang Yang lowered his lips. It is rumored that Liu still plays a trumpet, and he is inheriting the mantle.

  Wait for him to push away the trumpet, and play "Country Teacher".

  (end of this chapter)