I have to admit that although God often likes to close the door for people, it will still leave a glimmer of hope for people after all.

Whether it's a window, a back door, or even a dog hole, in short, it fits the concept of the imperfection of heaven.

Anyway, I leave you a glimmer of hope and let you see a glimmer of hope.

It's as if you are trapped in a room with no light at all, and you have to explore by yourself in the dark room.

With luck, I touched the door handle within a few strokes, pulled it open, and saw sunshine and a bright future.

Some of them were not very lucky. Haha, they reached out and touched a few times, and directly touched the switch. They couldn't even find the light and they died.

And Fang Jun is like the kind of unlucky kid to whom God is not willing to give him a door or a window.

It just left him a way to survive in an unexpected place.

If it weren't for Cheng Sanlang, a Bole-level boss who is best at discovering and tapping talents.

I'm afraid that Fang Jun will never be able to find out what kind of advantages his fat and strong body can have in his whole life.

But now, his unique voice, which is slightly hoarse but full of emotion, is just like what would later be called a soul singer.

Even if you ask him to sing "Wang Xiaoer" to celebrate the New Year, he can still sing you the touching feeling of a selected love song.

After singing "The Snow in the Fifteenth Year of Zhenguan", many Fang family members crowded into Fang Jun's small yard.

Everyone looked surprised and murmured in a low voice. It was such a weird tune, but the singing was so moving.

It seems to sing to the deepest part of your heart, gently teasing you there.

The little maid Ludie, who had stayed in the house on the pretext of serving tea, was now looking at the eyes of her second young master.

It was like a cute little oriole looking at a delicious caterpillar. It was so bright that Fang Jun felt his scalp tingle just by looking at it.

Cheng Chubi, who stopped playing the drums, was so jealous that his tooth ached, so damn...

If this guy's voice is given to me, the music circle in this world will definitely become my territory.

Li Ke was so jealous that his balls ached, so damn... He didn't expect that the voice of a rough old man could be so touching.

If I have such a voice, the whole Goulan Pavilion in Chang'an... bah bah bah, I am a serious person.

"Brother Chu Bi, how do I sing?" Facing these two brothers who were looking at him directly, Fang Jun looked very shy.

"Young master, you sing so beautifully..." Little Green Die looked at her own master with a pink face, her eyes filled with love.

"Aha...really?"

"You can't sing well, you just have a good voice."

Li Ke couldn't help but murmured something softly.

Cheng Chubi was at least more heroic and lively than Li Ke, smiling and speaking authentically.

"It doesn't matter, you can practice it a few more times, come on, continue..."

"The first snow in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan, sing!"

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Fang Xuanling came down from court and wandered back to his residence. At this moment, he was walking towards the study with square steps.

Then I saw two servants weeding on the fork not far ahead, bragging and spanking in high spirits.

"I didn't expect that our second son actually has such a voice. His singing voice is like scratching the top of his heart."

"Yes, yes. Although I don't quite understand why the second young master squatted outside Hanguang Gate to watch the two-wheeled carriage, I always feel that the lyrics are so catchy... go to... go to the master."

"If it's catchy, it's catchy. What do you want me to do?"

Another servant who was weeding with a sickle suddenly became unhappy.

The servant of the old Fang family, who is a scholarly family member, can't even understand a word. It is simply an embarrassment to the old Fang family.

"I have seen the master." The servant who said that he was with the master bowed to Fang Xuanling with his legs weak.

The weeder finally reacted and quickly bent down to salute.

"Ah, I have met the master."

"What were you talking about just now? What did the second young master do?"

Fang Xuanling had a straight face and her hands clasped behind her face. She had the temperament of the first prime minister of the Tang Dynasty and her aura was frightening.

How could the two servants dare to hide it from the eldest master? Naturally, these two monsters, Cheng Sanlang and Li Sanlang, had been running around the house every day to look for their second young master.

Every day, he taught his second son to sing songs and reported it to the Prime Minister in front of him.

Prime Minister Fang almost spit out sparks from his nostrils, and his face turned from black to purple, and from purple to red.

"Sing! Little! Song! Those two, those two boys..."

"How dare you do this? I asked Erlang to stay in the house and behave himself, but the result was good. Those two boys actually came to the door to cause trouble. How can it be unreasonable!"

Fang Xuanling's anger rose and she subconsciously began to pull up her clothes and sleeves. "Where is the second young master?!"

"I don't know, how about I go ask the second young master to come over and say hello to the master?"

"No need, I'll go take a look for myself." Fang Daxiang smiled sinisterly and strode away.

Seeing this scene, the two weeding servants shuddered and looked at each other.

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Fang Jun is currently in his room, looking at the simplified music score that Brother Zhang Chubi left for him, and studying music theory seriously.

After all, he never thought that he would have such a talent in this area, especially the envious and jealous looks from Brother Chu Bi and Brother Weide, which made him feel extra happy.

After all, everyone hopes that they have some talent and be looked upon highly by others.

In the past, Fang Jun actually felt a little inferior to these two brothers who were far better than him.

But now, I finally know that I have such a talent. If I didn't work hard, I would be just a mess waiting to die.

Green Die sitting aside blinked her bright eyes and looked at the second young master who was studying the musical notation seriously.

After enduring it for a long time, I finally couldn't help but whisper. "Sir, can you sing it again?"

"Well, this is what Third Young Master Cheng and His Highness King Wu told you. You should practice more and become familiar with it."

After hearing this and looking at the expectant eyes of the cute little maid Ludie, Fang Jun couldn't help but feel happy.

How could he not understand? It was clear that this girl Ludie wanted to hear it, but well, she liked to hear him sing. Is it possible that he would still refuse?

"Okay, just wait a moment, um... forget it, the chopsticks have been sent back to the kitchen. Please bring me two pens."

"Okay, I'll get it!" Ludie smiled sweetly, quickly went to get two purple hair pens and handed them to Fang Jun respectfully.

But she said hesitantly, "How about I go to the kitchen and get a pair of chopsticks. If these are broken..."

"Haha... don't worry, I'm not Brother Chu Bi." Fang Jun sniffed proudly and started to play with his pen.
Chapter completed!