"Zhang Tan said, I leave it to you to sing "The Lonely Brave Man"."
In the recording studio, Li Yuxiao told Chen Yubin and others.
Although they were mentally prepared, Chen Yubin and others were still surprised by the surprise.
They had heard the song "The Lonely Warrior", liked it very much, and sang it in private.
After all, this is Zhang Tan's latest song, and it is sung to the children in Little Red Mali.
They felt strange at the time, how could this song be sung by children? Although it was quite interesting, it was obviously not a children's song.
At that time, they were still joking, saying that Boss Zhang was so talented that such a good song was just for fun.
Unexpectedly, I gave it to them in the end!
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The nightlife in Huangjiacun not only inherits the bustling bustle of Pujiang River, but is also full of fireworks.
The nightlife here is completely different from the nightlife in the mall. It is very down-to-earth. The streets are full of small restaurants and there are almost no big restaurants.
Those well-known brand restaurants would like to rent large areas, but the building construction here is restricted, so they can only rent such small areas.
At the beginning of the night, bugs are flying around under the street lights, dogs are running around in groups in the alleys, and cats are lying on someone's wall, or squeezing their little heads out of a crack in a door to look curiously at the passers-by outside.
In the evening, many office workers from West Chang'an Street flocked here, some staying here, and some coming here to have dinner.
These people were dressed in formal attire, suits, white shirts, and black leather shoes. They were in groups, and there were many beauties.
"It's so delicious. What is this?"
In the alley, Zhang Tan came out of a small restaurant with Xiaobai and Xi'er. The two children had just had a big meal with their bulging bellies.
When they just passed a snack bar, Xiaobai and Xi'er saw many people waiting in line in the store, a long queue.
The two little people were very curious when they saw this and asked what was being sold here.
"This is Eggman, didn't I tell you before?" Zhang Tan said. He walked slowly in front, not paying much attention to the two little people hanging behind him, not worrying about them getting lost.
Not only everyone in Huangjiacun knew them, but at least they knew about seven or eighty-eight people.
Along the way, people kept saying hello to them.
Because Xiaobai and Xier were greedy, they saw many people queuing up to buy snacks and wanted to try them, so they also ran to queue up.
When Zhang Tan looked back, he saw two children standing at the end of the crowd, laughing at him.
Zhang Tan bought them two portions of egg waffles, one for each person.
I just finished dinner and I probably won’t be able to finish it. It doesn’t matter. I can take it to the little red horse and share it with other children.
The two little people were eating egg waffles while slowly following behind them towards the little red horse.
Suddenly, Zhang Tan, who was walking in front, focused his eyes and saw suona playing in a branching alley not far ahead. There were wreaths placed in the alley and placed against the wall.
Zhang Tan turned around and greeted the two children who were immersed in the deliciousness of the egg waffles.
"Hurry up, let's go home."
"tasty."
"It's delicious, old man, do you want to eat it?"
"I don't want to eat, please come quickly."
As they got closer, they also noticed the sound of a suona in the alley on the right, and stopped to watch curiously.
Zhang Tan took two steps forward, grabbed their little arms, and led them away.
"Stop looking, it's a funeral."
"What is a funeral?" Xiaobai asked.
Xi'er was also curious.
"It's just that a relative has passed away."
The two little men were startled, glanced back, followed closely at the feet of old man Zhang, and walked towards the little red horse.
The night is shrouded, the moon is hanging in the sky, and the Little Red Horse Academy is extremely lively.
There were noises, laughter, talking, quarreling, and crying.
There was a group of children playing football in the yard, chasing the ball and shouting.
There are also children digging sand in the sandpit.
However, there are no Xiaobai and Xi'er among this group of children playing football.
These two little people did not play football this time, but gathered with their best friends to chat, and stood in the yard next to Lao Li who was drinking tea.
This forced Lao Li to be alert and wary of these children. He always felt that they were standing here intentionally to steal his home.
Especially Dudu is here.
Dudu hasn’t burglarized homes for a while, but that doesn’t mean Dudu doesn’t do it anymore.
In addition to the group of best friends, Wan Xiaohu was also there this time, and there was also a little boy standing outside the crowd, with his little face raised, also listening.
"I saw that old man last week. He came to our shop for a haircut, talked to me, and gave me a chocolate..." Wan Xiaohu was saying.
Everyone listened with great rapture.
"How did he die?" Xiaobai asked.
"I heard from my grandpa that he fell down and was admitted to the hospital. He was not cured and died. Alas~" Wan Xiaohu sighed.
“e=(′o｀*)))Alas~”
"Alas~"
"well!"
"Hey duck~"
…
When the other children heard this, they also sighed.
Even at a young age, they have realized the impermanence of life and the fact that it will never return.
They were talking about the funeral house that Xiaobai and Xi'er met in the alley in the evening.
Wan Xiaohu's barber shop is located in Huangjia Village, and he can enter and leave Huangjia Village freely every day. Moreover, the barber shop is originally a news distribution center. Any first-hand information in the village will be spread here quickly, so Wan Xiaohu
I got much more information than Xiaobai and the others.
Wan Xiaohu has almost become an important way for Xiaobai and others to understand the daily public opinion in Huangjiacun.
"Has the grandpa passed away?" Xiaoxiao, who was standing outside and couldn't squeeze in, asked worriedly.
"Yes~" Wan Xiaohu answered her.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know the name."
"Where?"
"In Huangjia Village."
"Can I see it?"
"Can't see it from here."
"Can you take me to see it?"
"We can't get out."
"I can ask Li Baibao."
After Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she looked at Lao Li aside. Lao Li Quan pretended that he didn't hear it.
Xiaoxiao stood by the wall and looked out through the iron fence to see what was going on outside, but she didn't see the funeral that Wan Xiaohu and Xiaobai were talking about.
She had an idea and ran to Xiaobai and asked to use her telescope.
If Xiaobai didn't give it, she kept following behind, nagging, until Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore, so he took her home.
"Is this a telescope? Wow - it's so big and tall~" Xiaoxiao sighed sincerely when she saw Xiaobai move the telescope from home to the balcony.
"You have to stand on a chair to see it." Xiaobai said.
"I'll move the chairs."
Xiaoxiao ran to the living room, brought a small chair, and dragged it along.
Xiaobai helped her and brought a chair. After setting up the telescope, he hugged her and stood up, letting her look into the distance as much as she wanted.
However, this Guawazi has to attend funerals, and I don’t know what his hobby is.
Xiaobai didn't dare to leave and stayed by her side all the time, just in case the little one fell down.
Xiaoxiao put her eyes in front of the telescope, looked around, and finally...
"Ha, I saw it~"
"What did you see?"
"I saw Wan Xiaohu's barber shop."
Although she saw Wan Xiaohu's barber shop, she couldn't find a place to hold funerals.
Xiaobai told her not to look for it, but she insisted on it.
Xiaobai had no choice but to help her find it.
She skillfully used the telescope and relied on memory to carefully search for the location on the right front.
"I saw it~"
Xiaobai handed the telescope to Xiaoxiao, and the little kid hurriedly came to the telescope and looked at it carefully.
"I saw it too~"
Although I saw it, I could only see a corner and a few wreaths, and the rest were blocked by buildings.
It turns out this is a funeral, Xiaoxiao muttered.
After watching it, she gave up and got down from the chair, returned to the living room, sat with Xi'er, and watched cartoons on TV.
Although she is watching TV, she keeps asking questions and can be called a curious baby.
"Will we also die in the future? Xiaobai."
"Yes."
"Then will my grandma die too?"
"Everyone will die."
"Where's my mother?"
"Me too."
"Where's my dad?"
"..."
It’s hard for Xiaobai to say it. It feels like she’s swearing, even though she’s telling the truth.
She was worried that if she answered truthfully, Xiaoxiao would roll on the floor of her house crying.
So she said: "Daddy can't do it. Dad will become a star in the sky."
Xi'er, who was watching the cartoon, glanced at Xiaobai and opened his mouth to speak, but Xiaobai quickly covered his mouth.
Xiaoxiao looked at the two of them doubtfully, Xiaobai blinked his eyes, smiled secretly at her and said, "It's true."
