It's like doing a geometry problem and finding the auxiliary line.
After listening to Sister Chen's words, Zhang Yue felt a cool feeling pass through her head, which instantly made her think a lot smoother.
Isn't it a sign of importance when someone confides in you about life's troubles?
She felt that Myolie treated her as a trash can, but Myolie was in her hometown, she had parents, friends, and mothers of many children, but every time, almost every time, she tasted the
It’s delicious. The first time my son called me mommy, the first time he lost his first tooth, and the few times he’s messed with her husband, Xing’er would tell her everything in detail.
Whether it's making a phone call or sending countless voice messages on chat software.
She never let Zhang Yue miss every memorable part of her life.
On the contrary, Zhang Yue was tired from work, and she could paste and copy her daily life for a whole year, which made her numb. She had nothing to say, didn't want to talk, was too lazy to talk, could only listen, and then listened to it, which was obviously...
She was absent from Xing'er's life.
Since Zhang Yue didn't want to share her life, well, Myolie kept talking and told Zhang Yue every detail of her life. During this process of drifting away and losing her book, she was walking away, and Myolie was always there.
Pull them together.
However, she was complaining and jealous.
When I was in college, Myolie said, what is a best friend? A best friend is someone who is willing to tell you everything I see and encounter. I don’t have to organize my words or worry about saying something wrong.
Yes, because I made a mistake and you know it was an unintentional mistake on my part. After the message is sent, I don’t have to wait for your reply, because I know you will definitely reply when you read it.
Now, Zhang Yue has breached the contract.
She locked herself up in a cage and hated Xing'er for refusing to come in.
She even criticized Myolie yesterday, saying that she was to blame for herself when she listened to "Someone Like Me" and felt the same way.
this--
Zhang Yue's heart was clenched.
………
"Come on, let me toast you and make amends to my son."
Uncle Wang raised his glass and replaced the wine with tea.
Jiang Yang: "Go to the side."
Old Man Wang is too insidious, I am taking advantage of him here.
Uncle Wang thought for a while and said, "That's what it means anyway." He drank it in one gulp, and he thought it was wine if he didn't know the taste.
Each of them was holding a spittoon-like pot to cook the mutton.
At the dinner table, Uncle Wang sighed. This trip to the mental hospital was very exciting to him. Uncle Wang felt that he could no longer raise a bird, nor could he be a caged bird. He had to let himself go.
But singing opera, singing to a group of old acquaintances in the park every day, is quite boring.
He still wanted to put on his outfit and go on stage to sing in a serious manner.
He also hopes that there will be a successor to his abilities, so that he will have no regrets even if he goes crazy.
Forget it about Jiang Yang, he and the ancestor probably have a hatred for taking away their wives, so they can't be heirs.
Jiang Yang put down Kuai Zi, "I understand."
Uncle Wang just wants to add some more vitality to the Peking Opera career that he has been striving for his whole life.
"I think you'd better retire peacefully."
Not to mention your age, if you want to go on stage and sing in an opera, it's no different than a whole theater troupe. You have to get the outfit, find a teacher, rent a theater, and finally——
"All the people here are the aunts and uncles, but you are charging money. There are not many people who are not charging you. What are you trying to do? Is your son a movie star? How much money will you spend? If you have a little money, you might as well pay it in full and on time."
What about taxes? By the way, your son didn’t evade taxes, did he?”
Uncle Wang was speechless, "You should worry about your wife."
"I asked my wife a long time ago."
Of course, Jiang Yang felt that it was not impossible to play opera.
He used to play games, and "Goddess Peeping" was popular for a while. It would be quite fun if Uncle Wang and the others could do this. For example, in the zombie game played by Jiang Yang, riding a motorcycle will pass through a stage scene. At this time, the whole
The previous paragraph of Wen Zhaoguan: "After one day after another, my heart felt like boiling oil poured out. I spent all my money on the journey. I sold my sword and bought a knife." It must be very inspiring.
Uncle Wang was confused, "What version of crossing Zhaoguan is this?"
Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had accidentally jumped into Hou Baolin's cross talk show. His father loves these people the most, "That's what I meant."
"Um."
Uncle Wang pondered and nodded. Jiang Yang's idea was very interesting and coincided with his own.
"Don't look at me playing with birds all day long——"
A waiter happened to pass by and looked at the two of them strangely.
Uncle Wang didn't realize it, "But I also watch short videos. I know what is popular among you young people. The king has made bad movies, Wang Zheng has a rumored girlfriend, the life he longs for is too fake, and the devil is keeping a pretty boy."
I know all this."
I can't talk any more today.
Jiang Yang asked the waiter to bring him a bottle of Arctic Ocean to soothe his wounded heart.
Uncle Wang thought he could give Jiang Yang's idea a try. Now that retirement is no longer within the system, he should have some fun. He was originally a person who liked to play, but he just became a caged bird after retirement, otherwise he would become like Jiang Yang.
Happy New Year's Eve.
The two prepared mutton and beef balls. The beef balls were not delicious and Uncle Wang said they were not authentic.
After the two ate, they went home.
I happened to meet Zhang Yue coming out at the gate of the community.
Li Qingning invited Zhang Yue to dinner at Long Mansion.
Zhang Yue now knows that the success of Big Devil does not come randomly. Even on weekends, Big Devil's time is fully arranged. She has a strict schedule of what musical instrument to practice in the morning, what kind of exercise to do, and what instrument to practice in the afternoon.
All that is left for Zhang Yue is one and a half hours of class time every Saturday and Sunday morning.
but--
She saw that Li Yu had reserved a lot of time to spend with her husband.
This is true love.
After meeting Jiang Yang, Zhang Yue nodded to him, put on his headphones, and opened "Old Friends".
After meeting Li Yu in person, Zhang Yue had a deeper feeling when listening to this song. Li Yu's voice and smile appeared inadvertently, and it sounded more friendly.
She also became even more obsessed with the Great Demon King.
This song is so well written, it is writing about the Big Devil himself, and it is also singing about Myolie.
Zhang Yue was very lucky to have such a friend who confided her life and worries to her, making her feel blessed even though she was not blessed.
Zhang Yue was also very curious about the manuscript that Sister Chen read.
This manuscript was very healing and appreciative for Sister Chen, and it also gave her an enlightenment.
It's a pity that she can't check it casually. There are corresponding clauses in the confidentiality contract she signed. She is probably afraid that the melody written by the devil or the privacy will be leaked.
Although it is a pity, it is not impossible to read it in the future. Sister Chen works as an editor in a publishing house and has already ordered this book for her husband in advance. This book will be published in the future, so it will not be too late to read it then.
After Zhang Yue got on the subway, she called Myolie, "Guess who I will tutor in Japanese today?"
"Who is it?"
Xing'er became interested and thought for a while, "What a handsome guy!"
"Her husband is a handsome guy."
Myolie was confused, "Female, a star?"
"demon king!"
Zhang Yue subconsciously took the phone away, and sure enough, a harsh scream came from the phone. After a while, Xing'er asked her to tell her quickly, "Is he really the devil? You didn't lie to me. Is he handsome? I want to take the whole
Give me the process, hey, you just said that her husband is a handsome guy, have you met him? What does he look like, is he very handsome and has a unique style! I am a bitch! Don't let my expectations be disillusioned!"
Zhang Yue thought for a while, "Let's talk about your husband first."
Xing'er said it wasn't important yet. She looked at the driving recorder. She was listening to the "Someone Like Me" emo in the car. She felt that she was vulgar and cowardly. She was unwilling to fall but didn't seek to improve. She hated herself and felt that she was
He is an inexplicable person, and no one cares about him anymore. He was in emo yesterday, so we were not very close. Today at noon, he remembered that he had to work overtime. Myolie rewarded him with a plane, and all his worries disappeared.
Zhang Yue was speechless. Is it really okay to tell her this?
Xing'er couldn't wait to ask, "Tell me first, does The Devil look better on TV or in real life?"
Zhang Yue thought for a while, "I look many times better in real life than on TV! My skin is so good and flawless, I really don't know how to take care of it——"