Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

early morning.

Even though she was supposed to take the train home today, Meng Ziyi still got up early in the morning, blushing as she squatted in the bathroom washing her little clothes, not caring whether they would be dry later.

Wang Xiaozhou had done something lewd, and now he was too embarrassed to get up and say anything, so he covered himself with the blanket and pretended to be asleep.

It wasn't until Meng Ziyi finished washing the clothes and went out to bring back breakfast that he could no longer pretend and got dressed and got out of bed.

Unfortunately, Meng Ziyi was still talking about this even during breakfast.

"It's bad for your health to do that; you should do it less often in the future."

Wang Xiaozhou looked up fiercely: "Wasn't it you who provoked me first!"

Meng Ziyi was a little embarrassed, but she continued, "Just that one time yesterday, you can't do that again, especially not without my permission... You can't steal my clothes!"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Wang Xiaozhou licked his lips:

"Sister Meng, we're in a hotel right now. If you keep talking to me about this kind of thing so seriously, believe me, I'll pull up the curtains right now!"

"Go ahead and poop, I'm not scared."

That's what they said, but in reality, Meng Ziyi had already run to the door and opened it. The innocent girls were still a little scared of this kind of thing.

Seeing that Meng Ziyi had finally backed down, Wang Xiaozhou let her go. The two of them packed their things at the hotel for a while and then headed straight to the train station to go home.

This was the last time the two of them would come to this hotel. The next time they came to the provincial capital, Meng Ziyi would be treated like she was staying at a hotel arranged by the program team. So before leaving the hotel, she took many photos with Wang Xiaozhou at the hotel entrance, as if to commemorate the last moment before they were lifted out of poverty.

"When I visit my aunt in the hospital this time, I can confidently tell her to focus on her treatment. At the latest, in half a month, you will receive a huge signing fee, and medical expenses will no longer be a problem."

At the entrance of the county's train station, Wang Xiaozhou drew a picture of a cake for Meng Ziyi before they parted ways.

Meng Ziyi nodded firmly: "Come back early on Sunday, let's make the most of our time to practice singing. Yingjie's group is too good, I'm a little unsure of myself."

Wang Xiaozhou waved casually and boarded the minibus that was waiting in front of the station.

Today is Saturday. I didn't tell my parents when I took leave last time, so I guess I'll have to put in a lot of effort when I get home to avoid getting a beating.

At the top of the hour, the light blue minibus started up with a "creaking" sound. The ticket seller in the front passenger seat didn't care whether the people inside were cold or not, and simply opened the window and stuck out the megaphone to call people.

"This is the last trip, just get on and we're leaving. It'll cost 15 yuan to get you there."

Strolling back and forth at less than 50 miles per hour, Wang Xiaozhou took an hour to travel 20 kilometers.

Getting out of the car, Wang Xiaozhou shook his slightly muddled mind and secretly decided that once Meng Ziyi's first signing fee came in, after deducting the money for his aunt's medical treatment, he would either buy a house in the county town or buy his father a car so he could drive him around, so he wouldn't have to suffer like this anymore.

December was getting colder and colder. The snow that had fallen last time had already settled. Wang Xiaozhou deliberately chose to walk on the softer parts, and walked home with the "crunch crunch" sound of the snow under his feet.

Before I even got to the front door, I could hear my mom yelling on the phone.

"Hey, Second Aunt, that bastard Wang Xiaozhou said he can write songs, and the song he wrote even helped the younger sister of the third son's wife advance on The Voice of China. Your child is home, can you ask him for me if this is true?"

Yes, that child's name is Meng Ziyi.

Yes, haha, okay, please thank my nephew for me.

Oh dear, what success? As long as he didn't lie to his family, that's enough. We don't expect him to make money anymore.

Okay, okay, I'll hang up now.

......

Wang Xiaozhou walked into the house and saw his father sitting in the kitchen smoking with a helpless expression. He pointed into the house:

"What's going on, Dad? It's been so many days, and Mom is still asking for confirmation. Doesn't she believe me at all?"

Wang Jianguo stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth and took a deep drag: "She's called almost every relative on my side, your mother's side, and so on. She didn't believe me after I told her, she didn't believe me after I told her twice, and she still didn't believe me after a whole week. Do you think she really doesn't believe me?"

Wang Xiaozhou understood immediately: his mother wasn't seeking confirmation at all; she was performing a miracle!

Calling everyone wasn't to ask questions, it was to notify them!

Tell everyone in the family to watch The Voice of China right now. The most popular girl in the first episode, Meng Ziyi, sings a song written by my son!

Oh dear, Mom has already finished installing the Bo Yi she was supposed to.

"Ugh, I'm so hungry. On my way back from the provincial capital, I took a bus for almost two hours to get to the train station in order to save on taxi fare. Then I took a train for another two hours. And on my way to the county town, I had to take a minibus for another hour. No high school student has it as tough as me."

Seeing his mother's state, there was no need to worry about getting a beating for not telling her before leaving home. Wang Xiaozhou confidently walked into the house, sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), and started making sarcastic remarks to his mother.

The son, who had just returned home, always received the best treatment. Ma Xiaoping slammed down the phone: "When did you get back? Why didn't you call your dad to pick you up? Look how tired my son is."

Wang Jianguo squatted in the kitchen and grinned. He hadn't taken anything. How was he supposed to pick him up? Carry him back from the county town?!

"Take off your clothes and lie down for a while. Mom will make you some food. How about braised pork ribs?"

"I have to arrange them all in order."

"Okay, wait."

Ma Xiaoping jogged to the kitchen, first hearing the sound of rummaging through the freezer, then her father chopping ribs with an axe.

Ma Xiaoping's work was now complete. This housewife wasn't very good at cooking; she could only make simple dishes like fried eggs and shredded potatoes on ordinary days. When it came to the main dishes, Wang Jianguo had to take care of everything.

So she could hold a handful of melon seeds, lean against the door frame, and ask questions while cracking them open.

"Son, what was the result of your trip to the provincial capital with Meng Ziyi this time? Did she still sing the song you wrote? Did she advance? Pshaw."

Wang Xiaozhou rolled over on the kang (a heated brick bed): "Is that even a question? It must have been written by me, so I'm definitely going to advance."

Ma Xiaoping cracked sunflower seeds even more enthusiastically: "When will this program air? All our relatives are very concerned. I have to tell them in advance before it airs."

This week, The Voice of China aired its third blind audition episode, which, in terms of timing...

Wang Xiaozhou did the math in his head and replied, "Two weeks, or half a month, is about right."

Silently noting down the date two weeks from now, Ma Xiaoping began praising her son:

"Your song called 'One Meat and One Vegetable' is really well written. I know it wasn't easy for your mother to raise you. During those years when you were in junior high school, every morning she would have one meat dish and one vegetable dish. Do you know how much effort your mother put in? My hair turned white during those years."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianguo in the kitchen trembled and accidentally added two handfuls of firewood, nearly burning off his eyebrows.

Your hair has turned white?

What's that on top of my head?

Didn't I make all of Xiaozhou's breakfasts during his junior high school years?