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Chapter 325 Irony

"This song is so nice."

Just as Jiang Yang was about to put his phone away, someone spoke next to him.

He turned around and saw that the female high school student just now was looking at him.

Jiang Yang: "My wife sang it."

Female high school student: "Brother, don't just call a beautiful girl your wife when you see her online. The Internet is virtual and the water is too deep for you to control."

Jiang Yang: "She is really my wife."

Female high school student: "Who is your wife?"

"demon king."

"My husband is steaming."

Jiang Yang thought for a moment, "Oh, just like Ke Ke——"

"Who is the same as him? His singing is terrible. Every day he either buys hot searches or tries to win over his peers. He is just a traffic star who sells his face to make people look like elementary school students. He can't even produce a single work." The female high school student opened her mouth.

Jiang Yang remembers that Zhanzong is also a variety show star now.

These two are evenly matched.

If anyone else has to say this, the high school girl has been doing keyboard battles for 800 rounds during morning exercises, but this little brother is so handsome.

She saw him when he got out of the car.

When getting off the bus, someone got off first and opened the door.

When he got out of the car door, his movements of bending down, straightening up, and looking up——

So handsome!

She said patiently: "You can listen to Zhanzong's new song. It has made it to the top 20 on the European and American music charts."

Jiang Yang was in awe after hearing this.

Top 20!

Awesome! Awesome!

Jiang Yang: "I remember that the Great Demon King was only fifth at the highest, right?"

Is this the best result achieved with "sugar" or "free loop"?

"Ahem."

Being a high school girl is a bit embarrassing.

The list she just mentioned is a pheasant list, which can be listed by brushing it, and is used to fool the Chinese people, but the hot list of the Big Devil cannot be brushed up. Although they, the girls in the fandom, don't pay much attention to the Big Devil,

They are big stars who are not on the same track as their idols, but they accidentally learned something while using these things to "bully others".

Big Devil's "Sugar" became a hit overseas thanks to its music video, which is not something her idol can dare to compare with.

As for "Mr. Anonymous", the theme song of the same name from the latest album "Mr. Anonymous", because it is in Chinese, there are not two English songs on the hot list. However, thanks to the Anonymous breakbeat, it still entered the top of the list.

50.

This is an incredible achievement.

If her idol had such a song, she would have been beating the gongs and drums for a long time.

But I don't know why, the big devil is very calm.

The female high school student still said in embarrassment: "Almost, almost."

"good."

Jiang Yang politely said he would go back and listen.

The female high school student took the opportunity to take out her mobile phone and said, "Add a friend and I will recommend some songs to you. Just in time, you recommended me some songs by the Big Devil. When I was chasing stars, the Big Devil happened to be retired and I didn't chase her much.

."

Jiang Yang shook his head, "It's all available on the music software, just listen to it."

It's so annoying to add girls as friends.

In the past, he added a lot of friends because others asked for them but was too embarrassed to give them to him. When playing games, he kept sending messages like "Have you slept?" "Have you eaten?" "Are you busy?", which greatly affected the performance of the game.

Already.

Female high school student: "No."

She thought for a while: "Zhanzong has a lot of songs - well, they are too niche. I'm afraid you won't be used to them, so I'd better recommend them to you."

Jiang Yang said it was okay, "I just like niche people."

The female high school student was at a loss for ideas, "Let's add a friend. It's like a relative or friend. I can contact you if I need anything in the future."

Jiang Yang shook his head, "My wife won't let me add others as friends."

"Well--"

The female high school student felt that this excuse was so fresh and refined. She was not even so loyal to Zhanzong.

Jiang Yang looked at the old man's photo again and changed the subject: "What is your relationship with the old man?"

Female high school student: "My grandfather."

Jiang Yang was surprised again, "At your grandfather's funeral, you——"

Talk about celebrities!

You also need “my” contact information!

Jiang Yang didn't say the next words, but felt that his tone was expressive enough.

The granddaughter was a little angry that Jiang Yang didn't add her as a friend, and she spoke eloquently: "We don't kiss, my mother said they are too partial, and -"

She remembered that when she went to her grandfather's house, there was always a smell of medicine in the air.

Her grandfather also likes to let her eat big hawthorn pills.

"I don't like hawthorn pills."

Then, her mother said that her grandparents were partial to her aunt's children and that they only wanted good things, so they used hawthorn pills to tease her, so she never got close to them since she was a child.

"I quite like it."

Jiang Yang took out a hawthorn pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

He looked at his granddaughter: "The first time I ate it was from your grandfather. It was pretty cool."

For a moment, the granddaughter felt that this person had become aloof and cold, and was not as approachable as before.

At this time.

There was a quarrel in the front.

It turned out that the uncle’s son finally realized something was wrong after seeing the drum set, and refused to perform any rock music at the funeral. He thought that a funeral would be useless!

The uncle’s daughter also disagrees.

They were asking Third Brother and the others to move the instruments quickly.

"Stop arguing!"

When Jiang Yang walked over, the aunt stopped them and said, "This is what your father meant."

A pair of children still disagreed.

His father left suddenly. Who knows if it was a joke at the time.

Also, their colleagues and friends will come to pay their respects later. Rock music will be played at the funeral. Where should they put their faces?

After arguing for a while, the aunt finally got impatient.

"That's all!"

The aunt said loudly in an unquestionable tone, and then used the inheritance as a trump card to stop them from making trouble.

Auntie asked Jiang Yang and the others to prepare.

Jiang Yang nodded and asked the third brother how they were preparing.

Third brother and the others are really a little nervous.

After all, they used to be commercial performances such as openings and promotions, but this funeral was really the first time.

Zhuang Qi came out of nowhere and gave them some mental training, "You think of this place as a small square. Close your eyes and think about it, how did you perform when the uncle was in front of you? Just take out that

The state of the time——"

But how can the living and the dead be the same?

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The ceremony begins.

Jiang Yang and Zhuang Qi stood outside, only hearing the sound of the suona, weeping and complaining, the melody brought out the suona's characteristic of being involved in everything from birth to death, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the church, and involved in both red and white affairs.

The atmosphere of a funeral was rendered.

Next comes the drum set.

"Destiny" officially begins.

Jiang Yang and Zhuang Qi looked at each other. The third brother's singing this time was very different from usual.

It is still enchanting, humorous and sultry, but it has an added layer of sadness, especially in the lines "Why do people suffer, why do people shed tears, why do people fight against others", the emotions are vivid.

Very satisfying. When it comes to "Xian'er", it becomes joking again, as if the uncle is teasing, "I feel at ease among people. I am originally a carefree fairy in the sky. I don't care about the world, only for the fine wine to move my heart.

”.

The condolences guests were dumbfounded.

Can you still play like this?

What they find interesting is that they really find it interesting, and they think it is very interesting to play. What they find uninteresting is that they think it is nothing, how can it be played at a funeral, and where is the dignity?

But maybe it was because of this occasion, and because of this occasion, the third brother and the others got better and better the more they sang. Under the teasing, ridiculing and sarcastic lyrics, emotions flowed freely in the mourning hall. For the first time, they sang so well live!

"handsome!"

Zhuang Qi clapped his hands lightly, and his body was driven crazy by the atmosphere.

The high school girl stood next to her mother, her eyes wide open in surprise, looking at the band performing in shock.

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Her mother said to her father from the side: "What the hell is this? If your father is sick, will your mother also become sick?"

But for the first time, she felt that her mother's evaluation of her grandparents was wrong.

so cool!

She wanted to cry a little bit, and she didn’t know why. Maybe it was because of the band, or maybe because of the hawthorn pills they placed in front of the funeral. More likely, she wanted to cry because of her grandpa’s coolness. This was her grandpa’s funeral, and this funeral was so cool.

!

She is proud.

She turned to look at Jiang Yang, who was watching the show. He turned to look at her if he was aware, took out a hawthorn pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

The female high school student felt that he was silently mocking him.

But the high school girl looked at the handsome face, and for some reason, she thought the hawthorn pills might be delicious.

She just didn't know how to eat before.


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