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- The city is brightly lit, and the night is turning cold. The two brothers and sisters have also put on their coats. Apart from being cute and pretty, they are no different from ordinary passers-by.
Since the movie "Dae Jang Geum" became popular in Asia, Korean medicinal foods have also become famous. The most famous one is ginseng chicken soup. Samgyetang is the number one soup in Korea. In fact, it tastes like yam stew from China. The chicken soup was no different. Song Qian couldn't tell the difference anyway, they were both delicious.
After filling his stomach, Song Qian, who was not satisfied and visited a 63 building, became excited again: "Meiqian, where should we go next?"
Song Qian looked at the time, it was past seven o'clock, and after summing up, she came up with a plan: "At night in Seoul, it must be Cheongdam no, Myeongdong!" Song Qian stuck out her tongue, and almost left Cheongdam where the nightclubs gathered. The hole spoke out.
"Then, kazar!" Song Qian found that his English name was really useful in Korea, so he yelled it twice when he had nothing to do.
The traffic in Seoul is really good. The intricate subway lines are like spider webs entrenched under the city. No matter where you are in Seoul, you can take the subway to get where you want to go. After a while, the two brothers and sisters arrived at the fashion center of Seoul. Ming Hole.
There are many large shopping malls in Myeongdong, among which "M Plaza" is a large comprehensive shopping mall. The large glass curtain wall in front of "M Plaza" attracts the attention of passers-by. Song Qian likes this place very much. Everything is crystal clear, especially It was night, when the dazzling lights were turned on, every place was emitting a light that made her unable to extricate herself.
¡°Things are very expensive here.¡±
After shopping for a while, Song Qian fell in love with a pair of ZARA pink short boots, but the price of 1.3 million won put her off.
The salespersons in every high-end brand store are all beauties, just like Han Caiying¡¯s Rachel-Hans. The designers in the store are basically all beauties, and the salespersons are all good-looking. South Korea is really a country rich in beauties, so eye-catching. ah!
However, with the old girl by his side, Song Qian naturally did not dare to blatantly approach him. Seeing her holding the boots and loving them, he immediately waved his hand, took out a card he got at CK yesterday and handed it to the beautiful saleswoman, pointing at it. Victoria Song held the short boots in her hand and said, "Bought! Wrap them up."
The beautiful saleswoman¡¯s face was filled with joy, and she sighed in her heart, ¡°Rich second generation, rich second generation, I gave my sister a pair of 1.3 million boots without blinking an eye. If I could catch them, would I still be working as a salesperson here?¡± What's the use of guarding these beautiful clothes and shoes every day? They can't be worn. After complaining, the salesperson gave Song Qian a flirtatious look and said softly: "Please wait a moment."
Wow, you are openly ogling me. Am I a man who cannot resist temptation? Song Qian expressed his indignation, but said: "Don't be in a hurry, beauty, take your time, we have plenty of time."
Song Qian glanced at her brother, feeling displeased. She put down the boots in her hands and quickly stopped him: "No, I'm just taking a look."
"Don't you like it? Brother bought it for you. Don't worry. Brother is rich now. He is very rich. It was not given by my mother!" Song Qian thought that his sister, who has learned from his mother's thrifty family since she was a child, was worried about money. explained immediately.
¡°I don¡¯t need money anymore.¡± Song Qian snorted, turned around and walked out of the ZARA store.
"Hurry up and pack it up. I'll get it when you come back." Song Qian said to the beautiful saleswoman, swiped his card and hurriedly ran out to catch up: "Meiqian, what's wrong with you? You're not angry anymore, are you?"
Song Qian didn't know where the suffocation came from. It was stuck in her chest. Her heart was panicked. She was inexplicably suspicious for a while, and then she heard the voice of the perverted old man coming up. The suffocation of unknown origin disappeared without a trace. Although Wu Xing was no longer angry, he still pretended to scare this shameless old man. Usually, this would have unexpected effects.
"Sister Qian, I was wrong, I swear!" Song Qian raised his hands and said confidently.
"What are you wrong about? Everything is right!" Song Qian curled her lips and quickened her pace. After taking a few steps, she suddenly felt like a jealous little daughter-in-law, and the panic from many years ago resurfaced.
After circling the glass fence around the floor, her chaotic thoughts still did not calm down, and she climbed onto the elevator without realizing it.
"Meiqian, forgive me, brother? Don't ignore me!"
Song Qian kept saying nice things behind him to please him, admitting his mistakes and swearing, but Song Qian just ignored him and took the elevator upstairs. The noisy sound gradually became clearer.
The two of them had just walked a few steps when they found a simple stage set up in an empty small square on the floor. Several speakers were playing the most popular song "Gee" unscrupulously. An MC on the stage was actively encouraging the onlookers. The enthusiasm of the crowd was evident, and there were already several young people lined up beside the stage steps who were eager to try.
"Concert?"??
"What kind of concert? Is there a singing competition?" Song Qian glanced at it. After staying in South Korea for more than a year, she naturally knew that there are often such small singing competitions in Myeongdong. There is no prize money in this competition, only some prize.
In recent years, K-pop has developed faster and faster, and its popularity has become higher and higher. Some businesses have also taken a fancy to this and often use some products in the store as prizes to hold small singing competitions. It can attract people, and secondly, it can be used for advertising in a disguised way. At the same time, it can also create a reputation that is friendly to the people. It kills three birds with one stone, and the investment is not very large, so almost every night there are businesses renting venues to hold singing and dancing competitions.
The two of them also gathered around and listened for a while. Suddenly, their minds, which were constantly thinking about how to calm down Mei Qian's anger, came up with a very good way.
Song Qian immediately tugged on the arm of the old girl who still looked sulky: "Meiqian, you haven't heard my brother sing for a long time, right?"
"Singing" Song Qian's eyes lit up, she nodded vigorously, her stern face melted quickly, and she turned her head to look at Song Qian expectantly, "Are you going up?"
Song Qian smiled and nodded, "Meiqian, I have been practicing singing, and my singing is better than before."
"Really? Then I want to listen!" Song Qian became excited. Her emotions just now were thrown into a corner without knowing where she was. She grabbed Song Qian's hand and shook it coquettishly.
The twins Song Qian and Song Qian have extremely weird genetics, but there are a few things they share, such as appearance and voice. However, in terms of voice, the older brother is obviously much better than the younger sister. The younger sister has a much better voice. Although she is very good, she is not very outstanding. Who let her take away all her dancing talents.
Suddenly, Song Qian thought of another question, and immediately stopped her coquettish movements and said in frustration: "Brother, this is Korea, do you think they have accompaniment tapes for Chinese songs?"
"It doesn't matter. If you don't have an accompaniment, just accompany yourself. Don't forget that your brother is also very accomplished on musical instruments."
As an artistic young man who enjoys teasing beauties, our cute host is very good at picking up girls, the guitar, and even the piano, another magic weapon, has reached amateur level ten!
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Ma Jiaxin: Hello everyone, I am the narrator who is known as Ma Jiaxin, who rides on the wind through thousands of waves, falls to the ground without dripping water, the jade tree is stronger than Pan An when facing the wind, and the pear blossoms of a tree are overwhelmed by the begonias. I cheat my father Ma Jiaxin.
Mengmei Qian: Please tell me, lovely narrator, what is the concept of piano amateur level ten?
Ma Jiaxin: Ahem, sorry, I was hospitalized recently. Amateur Level 10 is the highest non-professional piano level!
Mengmei Qian: Isn¡¯t that awesome? My perverted brother is a genius!
Ma Jiaxin: Yes, it¡¯s great. If modern piano skills were classified as our studies, amateur level ten would be high school graduation.
Cute girl Akane: High school? Graduationthen university? What about a master's degree? Where's the doctor? And what about postdocs?
Ma Jiaxin: Smiling but not saying a word, an amateur is an amateur. Let¡¯s watch Liszt¡¯s ¡°The Clock¡± and let¡¯s go! Ouch! My breasts were put on the stage right after the operation. You are so cruel to the patient, cute! Strongly request to push it to Tao Nan! If you don¡¯t want to be a ghost, you want Tao Nan!
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Song Qian looked around and found a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a guitar on her back standing not far away. Song Qian hurriedly walked over, patted the girl on the shoulder, and put on a pair of clothes that he thought he was wearing. With an expression that kills all the beautiful girls, she said seductively in Korean: "Little sister, can I borrow your guitar?"
The girl shrank timidly, took a step back, protected the guitar behind her back with both hands and shook her head vigorously: "Borrow? No, I won't borrow it. I can only play my guitar by myself!"
Song Qian looked embarrassed and waved her hands blankly: "I'll just use it for a while, a little while, okay, little sister, I can pay you."
The beautiful girl was so embarrassed that she almost cried, but she still protected the guitar and refused: "No!"
Song Qian looked at the crowd of onlookers again. Except for this girl, no one else had a guitar. In desperation, Song Qian had no choice but to try again and continue to pester. Maybe this little girl couldn't withstand the entanglement. Did you agree?
But at this moment, a pair of powerful palms fell on Song Qian's shoulders: "My friend, are you bullying my sister Li Zhun?"
Song Qian turned around and took a look, he was even more handsome than him! The other hand is holding an ice cream, and he looks like a wretched uncle who deceived Lolita. It's not summer yet, so why should we eat ice cream!
?? Okay, our cute host has always been strong on the outside but strong on the inside, butYou can't lose your aura when you lose, and glared at her: "Friend, don't get me wrong, I just wanted to borrow my guitar from her, I didn't bully her!"
"Quite oppa!" When the beautiful girl saw the handsome boy Li Zhun coming back, she immediately trotted behind him like a swallow returning to its nest, seeking a safe haven.
"Don't be afraid, Joon Hee, Joon Oppa will protect you." Choi Joon Hee, but his good gay friend Jung Yong Hwa specifically asked him to take care of her after she went to Japan to study. Anyone who bullies her will have trouble with Lee Joon Hee.
Seeing Li Zhun's face filled with anger, the cute host, who had always opposed violence to solve problems, gave up decisively and immediately explained the matter from beginning to end. At this time, Song Qian also saw that something was wrong here and came over. The two brothers and sisters The identical, honest and cute appearance immediately convinced Li Zhun, and he believed it.
"Junxi, you see this one is quite pitiful. Although this guitar is a treasure given to you by Ronghe, I think Ronghe won't mind if you lend it to this brother for a while." Li Zhun said in a good voice. He persuaded Cui Junxi behind him angrily.
The beautiful girl timidly glanced at Song Qian who was looking at him, touched her guitar, then took it off and opened it distressedly, took the guitar out of the case and handed it to Song Qian and said: "You must, you must play Bbanini well. Don¡¯t break it!¡±
Ni Mei, he is not as handsome as a handsome pot. It is really a blow!
"Don't worry, I won't let your Bbanini down." Song Qian took the guitar and plucked a few notes, listening carefully to the sound of the guitar.
The sound of the guitar is very good, and the material and feel are very good. It should be a medium-to-high-end guitar. For ordinary music lovers, it is considered a luxury. No wonder this little girl treasures this guitar called Bbanini.
After trying out the sound, Song Qian asked sincerely: "Do you mind if I tune it? The sound of your string is not suitable for me."
"Tuning? You know how?" Cui Junxi was stunned. She only knew one person who could tell that the string tone was not suitable, and that was her master Zheng Yonghe.
Song Qian smiled, blinked, glanced at Mei Qian, walked through the crowd and walked to the registration desk.
Ten minutes later, our cute host stepped onto the stage, standing alone on the empty stage with an acoustic guitar.
He tried the sound of the microphone. The sound of the simple sound was not very good, but it was still clear. After looking at Sister Qian in the audience, Song Qian waved loudly and said: "Hello everyone, I am an international student from China. My name is Song Qian. I just came to Seoul and I can¡¯t sing Korean songs yet. But tonight for my dear sister, I still stand up. Everyone present may not understand what I am singing, but it doesn¡¯t matter, because I I¡¯m not singing it for you, because I only sing this song tonight to my dearest sister, Sister Qian, you are my ¡°Exclusive Angel¡±.¡±
After saying that, Song Qian gently plucked the strings, and the sweet sound of the piano sounded, soft and affectionate, like the silent spring rain, and like the crisp and clean wind chimes. With a smile on his face, Song Qian tossed his bangs aside and leaned into the microphone. Singing softly, a song that only belongs to one person¡ª¡ª
I won¡¯t blame you for pretending to me
Angels should hide their wings in this world
People are stupid and reckless but you are delicate and kind
How could I let you get hurt because of me?
The thick warmth of the small palm
You can always calm my restless nights
The dream that I dare not think of passes through your eyes
I just saw it in front of me
No one can take you away from me
You are my special angel
Only I can monopolize it
No one can replace you in my heart
Have a dedicated angel
Why do I need any other wishes?
Small palms bring big power
I will definitely fly like you
Where you want to go is my direction
I protect your smile even though it¡¯s bright
No one can take you away from me
You are my special angel
Only I can monopolize it
No one can replace you in my heart
Have a dedicated angel
Why do I need any other wishes?
If you hadn¡¯t appeared
I must still be sleeping
Desperately thinking that life is only night
No one can take you away from me
You are my special angel
Only I can monopolize it
No one can replace you in my heart
Have a dedicated angel
Why do I need any other wishes?
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