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The reason why Wang Wan'er would find Ye Mozhu to'talk to heart' was not because he was a soldier who would defeat others without fighting.

She just thinks that she might see each other frequently in the future, so it is better to speak up and compete fairly, and if you lose, you lose.

Ye Mozhu did not feel Wang Wan'er's hostility, and she had never thought about it before.

Hearing what Wang Wan'er said today, Ye Mozhu suddenly realized that her little sword brother is really good...

So facing Wang Wan'er's question that he must'positively answer', and looking at Wang Wan'er's burning eyes, Ye Mozhu said again: "It's just a little bit of good feeling. It hasn't risen to like it yet, it should not be as strong as your sister."

Wang Wan'er: "...Is my sister strong?"

Ye Mozhu widened his eyes and looked at Wang Wan'er: "If you are not strong, why would you pull me to say these things."

Wang Wan'er: "..."

Ye Mozhu's reaction arc slowed for two hours and said, "I said why you kept picking vegetables for Brother Xiaojian during the meal."

Wang Wan'er was defeated: "You are really cute."

Ye Mozhu waved his hand quickly: "Sister, you are really beautiful."

"Does this start to greet each other?"

Ye Mozhu scratched his head: "I'm telling the truth."

"So you are telling me that I am strong?"

"Sister, why are you coming back again..."

This conversation between the quasi-rivals was destined to end without any disease, and there was no smell of gunpowder. In the end, they didn't know what they said, and they all smiled.

Zhang Xiaojian arrived at the old rental house when their conversation finally ended.

Taking out the key and skillfully opening the door, Zhang Xiaojian frowned, feeling a little bit reluctant.

It is not the other meanings that this room gives him that he is reluctant. It is just that after living for a long time, he is about to leave. It is inevitable that there will be a feeling of parting, even if the object of parting is only a room.

Looking left, walking right, Zhang Xiaojian realized that there really wasn't much to take away.

I bought new pots and pans.

Refrigerator TV, it belongs to the landlord.

It took two years to say goodbye to the lame chair.

It doesn't make sense to take away books that you didn't read too well when you were in school.

Zhang Xiaojian's footsteps finally froze on the head of the bed, and then he lay down, opened the sheets, and saw the dusty guitar falling under the bed.

Finding a rag and wiping this old guitar, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly remembered that he had dreamed of being a star when he was a child.

It seems that everyone has thought about being a star, right?At least it should be most people.

However, after the second aunt saved money and bought this broken guitar, he found that his singing was really incomplete, which wasted the second aunt’s expectations of him. The most important thing was wasted the second aunt’s inadequate money. , And then her old man was nagging for a while.

Thinking of these old events, and plucking the old strings, Zhang Xiaojian's not very keen ears did not notice any pitch error.

The sound of the piano resounded throughout the rental house, and at the same time a ding sound was also heard.

[Trigger mission series-childhood dream]

[The series of tasks are composed of time-limited tasks and random tasks. Each individual task is rewarded with rich rewards. Completing all tasks in the series will trigger mysterious rewards]

[Children’s Dream Series Mission 1: Time-limited mission, three hours of singing in the bar within three days, rewarding exclusive singing skill book*5, rewarding music general skill book*1, bonus points 20000000.]

[If the task is not completed within the specified time, the system will punish angina *1 hour.

The hand that plucked the strings froze in the air, and Zhang Xiaojian thought of the previous suffocation punishment.

Now he looked at the three words of angina pectoris and knew that the system was going to be cheating, and he wouldn't just hang up after an hour of angina pectoris?

How to do?

My five tone is not complete,

No, I just thought about it casually for a while, as for a series of tasks?Don’t you have a cranky childhood?

Zhang Xiaojian covered his forehead thinking hard, and decided to call Gao Qingsong. After all, this guy had some ways, but he heard, "The phone you dialed is turned off."'

No way. Fortunately, the time limit is three days. Tomorrow is thinking of a way.

Picking up his broken guitar worth more than 100 yuan, Zhang Xiaojian walked out of the rental house.

——————

The sun was shining the next morning.

In the morning, the Rainbow Fart Conference was staged again in Ward 616.

Headed by the Tianjin native named Luo Tengfei: "Well, when is our little sword brother number one in Tianjin?"

While playing, Zhang Xiaojian holding the guitar pushed the door into the ward.

Seeing that his face was dark, the two teaching directors and the students chatted for a while, and they just broke up. When he walked out of the hospital, Luo Tengfei said to Zhu Yan: "Director, I haven't blown enough."

Zhu Yan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Today you hold a little bit, and you will come back tomorrow to have a good blow."

Not to mention downstairs, Zhang Xiaojian in the ward picked up the guitar.

Bai Yang's eyes widened: "What do you mean? I want to ask, what is your dream?"

Gao Qingsong in the other bed applauded, "Little Sword is really versatile. He can not only chant spring but also play music and singing."

Zhang Xiaojian said bitterly: "Gao Qingsong, are you stupid by being flattered early in the morning? You always smell like a fart when you speak."

Gao Qingsong narrowed his mouth: "I haven't told you about this. How interesting is the one named Luo Tengfei, how fun to keep amused and cough, time flies, you walked in with a dark face, and now you want to play and sing again. One out?"

Zhang Xiaojian took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Although I am a true disciple of the 38th generation of Wing Chun, my dream is to sing."

Bai Yang used to make the gangsters tease and hurt his wounds in the morning. Now, after listening to Zhang Xiaojian’s words, he almost squirted out and waved his hands quickly: "Forget it, you don’t know how you sing, I don’t know. Do you still know?"

Zhang Xiaojian pretended to sweep the strings and said: "Don't talk nonsense, listen, remember to comment after listening."

After speaking, he started to play seriously. Judging from his cramped fingers and the unpleasant sound of the piano, it can be seen that he really doesn't know how to play the guitar, but it's still a little tuned.

While playing, Zhang Xiaojian sang, the repertoire is the only "Those Flowers" he knows.

"That piece of laughter reminds me of my flowers."

"In my life, every corner, quietly drove for me."

"I used to think that I would be by his side forever, and today we have left and we are in a huge crowd."

"..."

"La la la la la la la la, la la la miss her, la la la la la..."

The lack of tone is not just talking. Gao Qingsong, who can't bear it, raised his hand and said, "Brother, can you please stop? My brain hurts."

Bai Yang echoed: "I want to go to the toilet..."

Zhang Xiaojian stopped playing the piano: "..., is it really that bad?"

Gao Qingsong patted her chest and exhaled, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies."

Knowing that the truth must not be good, the smart Zhang Xiaojian decisively chooses: "A lie."

"The lie is, it's too ugly."

"The truth?"

"The truth is, it's damn bad." Gao Qingsong didn't forget to stab him again, and said to Bai Yang: "Only swear words can express how bad it is!"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."...