Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

night.

Wang Zheng and the others stayed at the school.

The postman often lives here when delivering letters.

Before Mr. Wang passed away, he left a letter and did not send it out, because Mr. Wang told Mr. Wang in the letter last time that they would come to see him during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Teacher Wang didn't wait, and apologized to Old Man Wang in the letter.

He said, "Life is like this. I haven't had time to do many things, I haven't had time to say many things, and I haven't had time to say goodbye, so I got off the car in a hurry. The only difference is that Wang Zheng got off the car in front. My parents, now me.

I don't know if I will go to heaven, and if I do, I won't go there either.

Because I dreamed of them many times, I stood in front of them and couldn't say anything.

Not all mistakes can be forgiven, not all pains can be healed, and time can do nothing. "

He is very grateful to Jiang Yang and old man Wang, especially old man Wang.

He said that people always like to be miserable, but when they hear that someone is worse than themselves, or equally miserable, they will be happy. Old man Wang's choice made him a little more happy. "Look, that's what people do."

The only thing he was grateful for was that he was finally able to say goodbye properly.

"Being able to say goodbye before parting is already lucky enough."

After Wang Zheng finished reading the letter, he came out of his residence and looked at the top of his head. It was clear and full of stars, and the moonlight was just right.

He sat in the yard, looked at the starry sky, lit a cigarette and smoked.

At this moment, there was a sound from the school wall. Wang Zheng turned his head and saw two short figures walking over, wearing school uniforms. After getting closer, I realized that it was two little girls, they were looking at him and pointing.

Finally, the tall student asked him, "Are you Wang Zheng?"

Wang Zheng nodded.

The little girl handed him a letter, "Ms. Wang asked you to read it alone."

They are gone.

Wang Zheng walked to the streetlight in front of the school toilet and opened the letter.

This is an envelope addressed exclusively to him.

Teacher Wang said that he was very glad that someone remembered Wang Zheng. When the car accident happened, he did complain for a while about why they went climbing the mountain, why they didn't protect her well, and he even complained about the person who invented the car, but this was just evasion. Some things happened so coincidentally, he didn't blame anyone, Teacher Wang even knew that it had nothing to do with his cheating.

"I sincerely say that this matter has nothing to do with you. You have nothing to do with it. Let it go, child."

Wang Zheng let out a long breath.

He looked at the sky, and the light of the moon was becoming blurred, like the staining of landscape paintings when ink falls.

He came here for this sentence.

Standing in front of the grave during the day, he thought he would never hear this sentence again.

Jiang Yang's grandson is really——

If he was a woman, he would have to grab it.

never mind.

Wang Zheng folded the paper, thinking that the big devil would chop him up and feed him to the fish.

He remembered a sentence written on the title page of "Country Teacher", "Dedicated to parents, all teachers, and, Teacher Wang."

Kill two birds with one stone.

This kid is not kind.

***

Not long after Jiang Yang posted the video of Uncle Wang, he received the model ship.

This Maodong mall is still good, and the logistics speed is fast enough, but I don't know if the boss of Maodong also doesn't know whether his wife is pretty or not, but it doesn't matter, because now I don't know that the name of wife beauty belongs to Jiangyang.

Jiang Yang is quite innocent.

It's just that he doesn't know that his wife is a big star, and it's not that he doesn't know whether she is pretty or not.

He is old and long-legged.

After Jiang Yang got the model, he remembered some things, but not many.

This kind of model ship is quite different from a luxury cruise ship, and there is no feeling of being on a ship.

It took Jiang Yang almost a day to write "Sea Pianist" from memory.

As for what I can't remember--

It's not that Jiang Yang has no way, but this way is very dangerous.

He thought about it, but still couldn't do it, so he went swimming by himself.

Li Qingning was picking up the scores in the house, just writing down the melodies into scores.

She likes "Sea Pianist", not only because of the exaggerated piano fighting scenes, but also because of the music here.

fine.

While scraping the score, she turned her head from time to time, looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at Jiang Yang, watched him scratch, and enjoyed it for a while.

In fact, there are swimming pools in the community clubs in Kyoto.

But Jiang Yang never went.

He said verbally that he didn't like playing with water, but he was actually afraid that his dog planing would make people laugh.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It's also good to play by yourself with the door closed.

Jiang Yang played for a while, and came up when he was bored.

He didn't bother Li Qingning.

Jiang Yang feels that he is a person who is very tolerant of loneliness, or can be alone with himself.

When I was young, other children went out to play. If my mother was hot, I was afraid that he would drown; if it was cold, I was afraid that he would fall into the ice hole; , locked Jiang Yang at home.

Of course it was hard.

But after a long time like this, Jiang Yang gradually liked playing alone. He could spend a long time watching ants fight with poker. If the ants don't fight, just rub them together to make them fight together.

but--

When playing alone, the most comfortable thing for him is to have someone at home with him.

Even though we don’t play together, I don’t feel lonely, I’m very happy, like a little beggar who suddenly gets a piece of delicious pastry and puts it away and doesn’t want to eat it. I pinch a little bit every day and taste it. As long as I don’t finish eating, my heart will always be Sweet.

Therefore, as long as Li Qingning can be seen busy, Jiang Yang is very interesting thinking about it alone in the yard.

and--

It's also very fun here. Standing in the yard, facing the sea, you can hear the sound of waves hitting the rocks.

Let go of all thoughts.

Still big enough.

Jiang Yang groped around——

"It's just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, and I can't forget your face anymore..."

The phone rang.

Li Qingning answered the phone, and her father called. The school will officially have the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday tomorrow, and asked about Li Qingning's arrangements. This son-in-law came to the door, it is impossible to see him all night and morning, and then ignore him, "Where did you hide him?"

He still wants to play a game of chess with Jiang Yang.

This is the final test.

Li Qingning is very innocent: "I can hide there—"

She pushed open the door and saw a very speechless scene.

Jiang Yang moved the human skeleton model out of nowhere.

This human skeleton model was bought by Li Qingning at the beginning.

The vocal cords are one of the most unique instruments, more important and more difficult to master than any other instrument. When practicing scientific vocalization and maintaining vocal cords, Li Qingning bought this human skeleton model for research: when inhaling, the ribs will expand, the cervical spine will shorten, and the lungs will expand. In terms of ergonomics, these will affect the human body's pronunciation. It's not very useful, so put it away.

but now--

Jiang Yang put a hat on it, put a guitar beside it, and was looking at the skeleton thoughtfully.

He thinks that the skeleton frame with guitar also has a story, an animation.

"You will call—"

Jiang Yang just couldn't remember the name, just the feeling that he couldn't remember it even though it was on his lips.

He was thinking, should he try the last resort?

Knock on the head?

It is possible to produce double yolk eggs.

Of course, it could also be a blank bomb.

But in Li Qingning's eyes, the sight of Jiang Yang talking to a skeleton was very strange.

Don't drive your husband crazy.

"Okay, I see."

Father Li told him about tomorrow's arrangements on the phone, Li Qingning agreed, hung up the phone, and walked over to ask him what he wanted.

Jiang Yang: "Looking for inspiration."

"Don't think about it, I will take you to find inspiration tomorrow, and you will definitely find it."

Li Qingning looked at the sky, it was still early.

She asked Jiang Yang to go to the beach first to relax.

She called sister Xia and the others over, and went down to find him later, and had barbecue by the sea together.

Ah, the update is so slow, I don't dare to bubble up in the comment area.

Awkward.

Still working on it.