MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back-Chapter 433 dates

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  Chapter 433 Dates

   "Sea fishing is fun."

   Li Qingning's words are interesting.

  She likes it too.

  Jiang Yang looked at so many ropes on the sailboat, "You can do this too?"

   "It's very simple."

  Li Qingning said that the jib and mainsail can be hoisted with an electric winch, and then the sail can be retracted after just one play.

  Jiang Yang was amazed.

  Li Qingning accepted Jiang Yang's worship.

  She just likes Jiang Yang's unseen appearance.

   As she spoke, she took out a medicine box from her bag, took out a piece of medicine from it, and took a bottle of water from the cabin for him to eat.

"What's this?"

"Seasickness medicine."

  Jiang Yang shook his head: "No."

  After finally getting rid of taking pills as a meal, Jiang Yang rejected taking medicine, and would not take medicine if he could.

   "That's it."

  Li Qingning threw Jiang Yang a bottle of Coke, "It can relieve you."

   "Say it earlier."

  Jiang Yang cheered up. With this method, who cares about medicine.

  Li Qingning knew this earlier.

  However, some people only know how to turn around when they suffer.

  Father Li and Mother Li have arrived.

  Sister Xia and Zhu Li got on the boat with their things, and after getting things ready, the boat left the dock.

  The sun is just right. Then Jiang Yang fainted. At this time, Jiang Yang knew why Li Qingning asked him to drink Coke. His stomach was in a turmoil, but he suddenly hiccupped and let out a breath of turbid air, which relieved a lot, but it only helped a little.

but-

  Being dizzy and shaky, Jiang Yang suddenly remembered a lot of things.

   Li's mother was talking about Li Qingning, and he didn't know how distressed he was if he was not allowed to take the medicine. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yang sat up suddenly, took the manuscript paper and pen, lay down on the table, and wrote with trembling hands: "—Hey, trumpeter, what's wrong with you?"

  In this paragraph, the narrator of "The Pianist on the Sea", that is, the trumpeter Max, recalled that he encountered a storm after boarding the ship, was thrown up and down, and vomited. At this moment, he met 1900.

  1900 wore elegant dark clothes, walked calmly, and beckoned him over.

  They opened the piano hook. Under the storm, the ship was shaking violently, and when the piano was floating with the waves, 1900 was playing the piano, using the keyboard, and using notes, to control the piano as they wished, dancing with the ocean...

  The script was dry.

   Even though Jiang Yang used writing to describe the picture, it was still not that vivid. But Li Qingning read this paragraph, and listened to the sound of the piano in his heart, and this picture that was not about love, but absolutely romantic, like a dream, appeared in front of Li Qingning's eyes.

  For those who play the piano, this paragraph may be absurd, but they definitely like this handsome and chic scene of playing the piano. Just like people who like racing and drag racing, they must like the bridge section where the drainage ditch bends.

"good."

  Li Qingning nodded, she looked left and right, "Dad, shall we also put a piano on the boat?"

   They all stayed under the flybridge.

  The flybridge area of ​​this ship is quite large, with both the captain's driving area and a deck at the back, which can blow the sea breeze at a high place.

  Father Li: "Sick."

  Li Qingning: "I might be motivated to practice piano on a boat."

  Mother Li thought: "That can be tried."

  Father Li: "Alright."

  Li Qingning ignored them and let Jiang Yang lie on her lap to make him a little more comfortable.

   It's as if no one has a husband.

  ***

  A very ordinary northern countryside.

  It's getting a bit cold.

  Autumn leaves are evident here, the leaves are turning yellow, the branches are becoming drab, and the dates are turning red.

  Auntie took a bamboo pole for cracking walnuts, stood in the yard, and beat the jujube trees in the yard hard. This jujube tree is quite old, and now it is old. The main trunk is divided into two branches. One branch is dead and fruitless; the other branch bears a lot of dates.

  There are a lot of bugs.

  She beat the jujube tree so hard that the dates fell to the ground like "cannonballs", and one of them hit the back of her hand.

  She was sore and tired, so she took a rest and picked up the bamboo pole to hit the branches near the roof.

This is a small one-story house with a rice scraper underneath, which is the place to burn firewood for cooking. The one-story house is a small slope, and a branch of jujube tree is built across it, and there are many fruits on it. If it was normal, my grandson would have eaten it all up. .

but now-

  The grandson is at his grandmother's house, and his grandmother's house is in the countryside, so it is convenient for him to go to school. Now they are all central schools, and there is no school in the small mountain village, so they have to go to the countryside to go to school, so her son and daughter-in-law go out to work hard to earn money, and plan to buy a house.

  Auntie sat on the steps to rest.

   After buying a house, she will live alone in this courtyard.

   may die one day, and it will take several days to be discovered.

   She is a neighbor who often sits and chats together. In winter, a briquette stove was used to keep warm, and the gas poisoned her to death. They hadn’t seen her for a few days, and they thought she had something to do and didn’t come out. They felt something was wrong, and asked young people to go over the wall to see, and she was gone.

   It’s good to be gone like that.

   Not painful.

   This person is useless when he is old, the only thing that is useful—

  Auntie looked at her phone, so let's make a call.

   Thinking of the phone call, she laughed.

For a period of time, she often received a call, and when she asked, she made a wrong call, and then she called again, and she made a wrong call. She thought of many kinds of answers, haunted, called by an old man in the underworld, a prank, and the telecommunications company deliberately used up the phone number. What about her phone bill?

   Later.

  The neighbor told her that she would not be charged for the phone calls.

  She stopped hanging up and didn't ask any more questions. She knew that the other person was in a bad mood, so she occasionally nagged to persuade her.

  Sometimes she feels that it is good to have such a phone by her side, which is much better than sitting at the door, eating alone, and occasionally passing by alone to chat and ask "Have you eaten yet?"

after that.

  She received another call. This girl spoke really nicely, as if she was singing, and asked as soon as she came up to check her household registration. After listening for a while, the aunt realized that it was her husband who was silent on the phone.

  Yesterday, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the gifts she received were from that girl, and many of them were good things that she had never heard of.

  It's a pity that I didn't leave the address, otherwise she would have sent some dates there.

  Auntie went to pick up dates.

   Just then, she heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from outside.

   This voice is familiar to her.

  The motorcycle stopped, and his son came in carrying a box of milk and moon cakes made by himself in the village, followed by his grandson.

  The grandson called grandma and sat there playing mobile games.

  Son: "Mom, I just came back (yesterday) and lived with his grandma, so I didn't bother to give it to you."

   "It's okay."

  Aunt invited his grandson to eat dates, trying to please him and let him get closer.

   Or put down the phone and talk to her a few more words.

  The grandson picked up a bright red one on the ground and ate it, "Bah, bah, there are bugs."

  The son ignored him, and looked up at the jujube tree, "In winter, saw off that strand."

"OK."

  Aunt agreed and went to the house to take out a box of biscuits.

  This biscuit is very delicious. She has never eaten such a delicious biscuit. It is not too sweet or greasy, and it is very fragrant.

  After she received it yesterday, she shared a bit with the old sister who was sitting and chatting with her.

  In the end, they all ran to her house to share some. If it wasn't for her grandson, she would have finished eating yesterday.

  This biscuit is packaged very well, and it must be very expensive.

  The son saw it: "Yeah! These biscuits should be precious, who sent them?"

  Aunt couldn't tell, so she said, "A relative."

  The young couple are weirdos.

  The aunt gave the grandson a piece, and the son came over and said, "Ask me to taste it too."

   They taste a slice.

  Grandson put down the phone: "Grandma, give me another tablet."

  However, the son had already taken the box and ate a piece first, "This biscuit is not bad."

   He asked which relative.

  Auntie continued to prevaricate: "The relationship is far away, you don't recognize it."

  She grabbed the box and gave it to her grandson. She smiled proudly, and the wrinkles on her face stretched a lot.

  She felt that she had to hide other snacks so that the water would flow.

  (end of this chapter)