Jiang Yang's two friends, Hou Bing and Xiao Yang, were eating box lunches. There was a meal beside them, which was left for Uncle Jing. Uncle Jing just called and said that he would come over to eat after delivering the last order.
The dishes in front of them are rich.
Hou Bing glanced at Lu Xiaoyu and said, "When Uncle Jing and I were here, the meat dishes were never available. When you came, Lao Xiao, the meat dishes were enough. We don't know why."
Xiao Yang: "Maybe it's because you have a bad character."
"I--"
Hou Bing felt that Xiao Yang was really good at pretending to be stupid.
The mature manager of the convenience store said thoughtfully at this time: "It's past twelve o'clock, it's Chinese Valentine's Day."
She looked at the clerks Lu Xiaoyu and Xiao Yang.
"It's Chinese Valentine's Day."
Xiao Yang stopped, and while everyone was waiting for him to continue, he said: "Jiang Yang said, Sister Ning's new album will be released today, right?"
"Depend on."
The mature store manager rolled her eyes.
"right."
Hou Bing picked up Xiao Yang's meat and vegetables with chopsticks as he said, "Sister Ying was still talking in the group during the day about buying one to support her."
"Sister Ning."
Lu Xiaoyu blinked, "New album?"
She had heard of Sister Ning. Last time Xiao Yang said that his friend was the screenwriter of "Underground Traffic Station" and his wife was Sister Ning.
"demon king."
Hou Bing explained.
"Hey, you are also fans of the Demon King."
The store manager is a fan of the Demon King. In her words, she made the Demon King lose his half-sugar ring seven or eight years ago, gave it to her senior for the first time, and then embarked on the road of beheading men.
She took out her phone and looked for it.
Hou Bing: "No, we are fans of the big devil's husband."
The store manager dismissed it and said, "What's so popular about the devil's husband? Pretty boy - wait a minute, I'll figure it out. Sister Ning, the devil, the screenwriter - damn!"
Her eyes widened: "No! No, your screenwriter friend's wife! Is she the big devil?!"
"It's awesome."
Hou Bing said proudly, "That's the handsome guy I brought that day. We are brothers. When I went to the orchard to steal peaches, I was the one who carried the vat for him. I still remember that stir-fried meat meal. Since then, he has seen
I have to call Brother Bing!"
Xiao Yang: "Stop talking! He's obviously handsome, but the owner of the orchard just let him go."
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The store manager was spinning in circles. No wonder Xiao Yang said last time that even ten of her were no match for Sister Ning, "Damn!"
She even thought about robbing the devil's husband, which was a shame.
"Sin, sin."
The store manager drew a cross on his chest, "Amitabha."
At this moment, the store door opened, and Uncle Jing walked in with a bag. He said hello as soon as he entered the door, his voice hoarse: "Come on, come on, I'll treat everyone to garlic crayfish."
Hou Bing was a colleague, and he knew what was going on when he heard the packaging: "What's going on? The order was rejected? It was spilled? It was timed out? I didn't say a good word. I didn't contact the merchant, so I sent it back."
"Hey, blame me, it's timed out."
Uncle Jing smiled and said, "Come on, let's try it too. I haven't eaten crayfish yet."
If you send this order in the middle of the night, it is unlikely that it will time out.
Hou Bing wanted to speak, but Xiao Yang kicked him, and Hou Bing could only swallow his words.
Xiao Yang opened the takeaway lunch box, "We haven't had crayfish for a long time, just in time to satisfy our craving."
He also called Lu Xiaoyu and the others to come over.
There's no one in the store now, so let's try it while it's hot.
The store manager was the last one to come, and after some manipulation, the store's stereo played the song of the same name from the new album of Big Devil.
No one spoke.
The big devil's voice echoed in the shop. Uncle Jing ate the crayfish, even chewing the shell of the crayfish, sucking out all the juice, and swallowing it all into his stomach without wasting any bit of meat.
Hou Bing and Xiao Yang looked at each other.
Perhaps the anonymous person’s confusion and embarrassment about life in the music are what Uncle Jing is thinking about now.
until--
The chorus sounded.
The changes in the guitar solo were like an introduction to medicine, bringing out the pain in Uncle Jing's heart.
His rough hands covered his face.
Mr. Anonymous appeared three times without any redundant lyrics, as if all the comfort was redundant.
It was as if Hou Bing patted him on the shoulder.
"call."
Uncle Jing put down his hand and called to everyone, "Come on, let's all eat."
***
When Jiang Yang woke up, he felt that the world was a little strange.
When the housekeeper of the community saw him, his eyes were strange, and there was also an inexplicable kindness and concern?
What's going on?
After arriving at the park, there were few people who knew him, so Jiang Yang felt much more relaxed.
He met the uncle in the blue T-shirt again. There was a line of "Blue Bird Furniture" written on his clothes. He ran slowly and slowly. Jiang Yang decided this time not to run with the fighting steps. He followed the uncle.
, this should be alright.
Unexpectedly, the uncle slowly accelerated and unknowingly increased Jiang Yang's pace.
Jiang Yang was convinced.
He stopped following and went back home to cook for his wife.
The old man in blue clothes turned around and saw no sign of Jiang Yang, with a lonely look on his face.
While Jiang Yang was cooking, Li Qingning got up.
She wore a long pleated skirt with fine pleats that moved with her every move like water waves; a loose T-shirt hung lazily on her body, inadvertently exposing her shoulders, and the suspenders slipped on her shoulders.
She leaned against the door and asked Jiang Yang if he had heard of her new album.
Jiang Yang: "There's no time."
He gets up in the morning and goes for a run, and cooks when he comes back from the run.
Li Qingning lowered his lips.
She went out, and after a while, "Mr. Anonymous" played on the home stereo.
"this--"
Jiang Yang stopped what he was doing.
Although he doesn't understand music, it's just like the wind. He doesn't know what the wind is, but the wind blowing from his hometown is always different from the outside. It has a smell that is deeply ingrained in his memory. He can't explain it but he knows it.
Jiang Yang smiled when he heard the lyrics.
Li Qingning appeared at the door again, "How is it?"
Jiang Yang stretched out his hand: "Let me hug you."
"I still have some flour on hand."
Li Qingning left in disgust.
After breakfast, they stayed at home. Li Qingning went to practice his musical instrument. Jiang Yang sat on the sofa and looked at his mobile phone. All the messages on his phone were thanking Jiang Yang, the unknown gentleman, so that Jiang Yang muttered in his heart, how can he be so awesome?
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But many of the people who praise it are music critics.
From various angles such as arrangement and composition, they praised the exquisite guitar and piano fills in the arrangement, further developed the Devil's ability to tell stories through melody, and used notes as language with ease.
As for the lyrics, they are still at the basic level of Demon King. The lyrics are very straightforward, but they express the sadness of working as a worker.
At noon, Li Qingning put on a coat and led Jiang Yang to Long Mansion for lunch.
Today is indeed the Chinese Valentine's Day, and there are many people eating. Fortunately, as the heads of households here, they have their own seats. After eating, Li Qingning has to go to the company and prepare for today's party.
Jiang Yang was originally going, but on their way home, they received a call from Zhou Hao.
Zhou Hao asked Jiang Yang to meet a client in the afternoon.
Jiang Yang: "I won't go! It's a festival today."
"What holiday are you celebrating? It's Friday, Chinese Valentine's Day is not a holiday! You have to go to work! Do you have the consciousness to work as a worker?" Zhou Hao complained on the other end of the phone, "I really wonder if it's you who is written in the lyrics, who is still eating soft food?
The food is so inspiring, I am convinced by you."
Jiang Yang sighed: "Hey, I can't help it. Who asked us to marry a good wife?"
Li Qingning beat him from the side and behaved well to get an advantage.
Jiang Yang patted her to tell her to stop making trouble, and it hit her buttocks. The fabric of this skirt was really good.
Li Qingning looked around, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Zhou Hao: "Come on, it's about the online copyright of "Underground Traffic Station"."
Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Oh, this is a big deal."
Then, he called a sister with his lips.
Li Qingning then held his arm with a smile on her face.