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Chapter Fifty-seven: Singing and singing life

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    Seeing that no one answered the phone for a long time, I also feel that I am a bit ridiculous at this moment. Should I go to that side for comfort when I am injured?

    Just when I was about to hang up the phone, the phone vibrated and started counting the call time!

    I slowly put the phone on my ear, but I could only hear the endless silence on the other end of the phone.  This is also the first time I took the initiative to call Su Xuefei.  I didn't feel anything when I called, but when I got connected, I felt a little flustered in my heart, and even forgot to say the simplest greeting.

    "Yang Chen?"

    Her voice is still the same as before, with a touch of coolness, the voice is nice but you can't feel her emotions.

    "Well, I am."

    "Your tone is not right, has something happened?" The voice around Su Xuefei became a little noisy, and various voices of men and women could be heard from inside.  I also couldn't help but secretly sighed that she was so sensitive that she could detect my subtle changes, although I tried my best to pretend nothing happened before the call.

    "It's nothing Are you busy there? I'll call you when I have time." I suddenly felt like I was doing something wrong, and I subconsciously wanted to make it up What am I doing?  What is the difference between my current behavior and a scum who plays with emotions!

    "It's okay, I'm not busy." Su Xuefei's voice was very calm, and I couldn't tell if she was hiding something.

    "Unfortunately, I have something to do here, please contact me when you have time?"

    The other end of the phone fell silent, and Su Xuefei's indifferent voice came again after a while: "Okay."

    After hanging up the phone, I lay on the bed again, and kept asking myself what happened, why I had such a ridiculous idea

    Lying on the bed, there was a rapid knock on the door, and I yelled at the door in agitation: "Who is it!"

    "Your sister!" Zhao Kewen also stood outside the door and yelled in response to me.

    When I heard it was Zhao Kewen, I quickly got up and went to open the door.

    "You're still alive, I thought you couldn't bear to hang yourself!" Zhao Kewen began to bury me as soon as she entered the room, "This room is for you to fix, next time you make troubles, you can find a Sanda club to vent and beat others  A meal or a beating!"

    Zhao Kewen walked to the bed and helped me pick up the pillows and quilts thrown on the ground and spread them on the bed, then sat down, took out a bank card from the small white bag and handed it to me.

    I looked at the bank card she handed over suspiciously, but didn't answer it: "Sister, what are you doing?"

    "Brother, although talking about money between us is a bit hurtful, but after all, you have paid so much for the bar, and this theme event is very successful, and has opened doors among various groups." Zhao Kewen pulled up  My hand, clapping the bank card on my hand, "You deserve it."

    Looking down at the bank card in my hand, I smiled and said to her: "Sister, I can't take this money. I just did what I should do, and it has nothing to do with interests."

    "Then I lost the money. You picked it up and wanted to return it to me, but I don't want it. How about it?" Zhao Kewen thought about it, and actually made up a plot for me like a story.

    Seeing that Zhao Kewen was very serious and came up with such a weird reason to give me money, I suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud, Zhao Kewen also laughed with me, reached out and tapped my forehead, and said, "Stupid!"

    I laughed for a while, pretended to cough, handed back the bank card again, and shook my head to refuse: "Sister, I appreciate your kindness, even if you give me the money, I won't move it."

    Zhao Kewen's smile disappeared suddenly, she looked into my eyes, looked into my resolute eyes, she finally compromised: "Alright, but I have already paid this month's rent for you, here is still five hundred yuan in cash for you to take  Come on, don't starve to death, bad luck."

    I have long been used to Zhao Kewen's poisonous tongue, and I know that she is actually a woman who is stubborn on the outside but very soft on the inside.  No one knows my living conditions better than her. I spent half of the rent money I spent on a skirt in the morning. The five hundred yuan can really be counted as my life-saving money.

    I took the cash and was about to speak, but Zhao Kewen shook the bank card: "Don't push yourself too hard, kid. If you refuse again, be careful and I'll hit you!"

    "No I want to say, thank you"

    "Thank you sister!"

    I looked at Zhao Kewen with a black line on my face, this woman can't say anything without a thorn

    "By the way, brother, what happened last night, did you win it?" Zhao Kewen came over and asked curiously.

    "Don't talkshe is gone.  "I waved my hand and turned to sit on the bed.

    "Talk about the details!" Zhao Kewen sat next to me and asked me, I could even feel the heat on her body.

    "Nothing to say." I curled my lips, but Sister Wen is usually very clever, why didn't she open which pot and pick which pot today, and she deliberately angered me, didn't she?

    "To be honest" Zhao Kewen's tone was no longer teasing, she reached out and gently put her arms around my shoulders, becoming serious and serious, "That girl Luo is not an ordinary person, the energy at home is scary, and many things  Whether it's you or her, you can't help yourself, do you understand what I mean?"

    In fact, she called me this morning even though she knew that Luo Qing and I were together. It wasn't because of interests or relationships to disappoint me. She wanted to warn me and prepare me mentally. She was thinking of meand I  Woolen cloth?  But foolishly doubting her

    I looked at Zhao Kewen's beautiful and thin cheeks in surprise, nodded vigorously, reached out and gently pinched her fair little face: "Sister, don't be too tired, you have lost a lot of weight."

    "Oh, my brother has grown up, and he knows he loves me!" Zhao Kewen said with a smile, "There is nothing wrong with the bar. The managers and staff are all hired by acquaintances. They are reliable and no problem.  I will also be free, and I will take good care of it, otherwise my brother will despise me!"

    "It's impossible!"

    "Do you want to tell me if you have any difficulties in the future?" Zhao Kewen tightly hugged my hand and said softly.

    "Sister, you will be considered a strong woman in the future, maybe you will evolve into a female local tyrant soon, don't you plan to have another boyfriend for fun?" I didn't answer her, but asked with a smile.

    "You damn ghost, you came to tease me just after being dumped?" Zhao Kewen pushed me, pretending to be angry and said, "I will rely on you for the rest of my life, and if you don't want me, I won't look for it either!"

    "Don't! Sister Wen, please forgive me. If I follow you, won't I become a bad face? I can't do it!" I smiled and ran away, waving my hands.

    "It's fine if you want to be true!" Zhao Kewen pouted, dissatisfied.

    While playing and playing with Zhao Kewen, time passed quietly, and she seemed to have a kind of magical power that could calm my mood greatly. Whether I was sad or depressed, staying with Zhao Kewen for a while would always slow down negative emotions.  Slow to happy.

    Zhao Kewen still had a dinner to attend at noon, and before leaving, she comforted me a few words before leaving in a hurry.

    I am sitting alone on the wooden bed in the room, without any plans for the future, and now I am so sad, with no money, no house, no job, drifting alone in this bustling city.  I'm dawdling every day, relying on other people's charity, so my whole life will be like this.

    I turned over and got out of bed, took out the piano case, picked up the guitar, tuned it, and plucked it a few times.

    To be honest, I am really tired of working for others, living like a dog every day, without a serious job, a mistake or a small mistake can scold you bloody, and then fire you.  This kind of life is really tiring.

    "In a hurry, in a hurry, why is life always like this?" I sang the song "To Live", and was infected by the realistic lyrics in it.

    After singing for a while, I picked up the guitar, opened the door and left.

    I want to live on my own, struggle and struggle like a man, instead of complaining at home, I don't have nothing, I still have a voice and a guitar, and I still have dreams.

    If you can't put it down, you can't take it back. So what's the use of caring about face, you have to let go of face if you should let it go. Only you know whether you are living well in this world, and no one has the right to judge you!

    Damn, fight!

    I sat on the steps of an underground shopping mall on Main Street, put down the guitar, opened the case, and strummed the strings lightly.

    I am still singing the song "To Live", and at this moment, only this song can best fit my heart. In this city surrounded by too many dreams, what have we really pursued?

    I can give up my dignity for the sake of living, but what can I get?  Insulting, beating?

    I can give up my ideals for the sake of living, but what have I gained?  Low, rubbish?

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    The more I sang, the more I devoted myself to it. Looking at more and more people around me, I no longer cared what kind of eyes they looked at me and listened to my song.  Whether it is appreciation or contempt, it has nothing to do with me. Their opinions are theirs after all. I just want to live the life I want.

    I sang the songs I was good at one after another. Some people looked at me and shook their heads and left, and some people came over with a smile and threw the change into my guitar case.  And some students who love music will put their few change into the piano case, and then come and hug me gently

    Do you sing?

    No, I'm only selling my emotions.  My singing skills are not excellent, and I don't have the unique timbre of Youqin. All I have is my life, my story, and the many changes that have happened around me.

    I believe that music can convey things that are difficult to express clearly in many languages, and my greatest achievement is not the scattered ten or five yuan in the piano case, but that the listeners around me can really integrate into my music  , to experience that kind of mood and artistic conception, feel the different living classes and my own attitude towards life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??.  And some students who love music will put their few change into the piano case, and then come and hug me gently

    Do you sing?

    No, I'm only selling my emotions.  My singing skills are not excellent, and I don't have the unique timbre of Youqin. All I have is my life, my story, and the many changes that have happened around me.

    I believe that music can convey things that are difficult to express clearly in many languages, and my greatest achievement is not the scattered ten or five yuan in the piano case, but that the listeners around me can really integrate into my music  , to experience that kind of mood and artistic conception, feel the different living classes and my own attitude towards life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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