"Fuck you, let your farts go."
This is what you said.
"I just want to aggravate you, boss. Would you like to?"
"I?"
Shen Yiren followed my instructions and came to the outside hall.
"I've listened to you and took everything, what's next?"
"Close your eyes."
"Close your eyes for what?"
"Anyway, just close your eyes."
Shen Yiren rolled my eyes several times, and finally closed them reluctantly.
"If you find out that you are spoofing and eating my tofu in the name of being trapped, look, I won't smash you into pieces."
"You don't need tofu, but I want you to sing a song."
Shen Yiren opened his eyes and looked at me strangely.
"What do you want me to… do?"
I spread my hands: "Sing."
Shen Yiren looked at me for a long time and asked.
"You want to invite the wolf and help us bite the stone door apart?"
Although this metaphor is completely different from my intention, I seem to have a vague understanding of Boss Shen's singing level.
I did have a way to open the door, but I didn't want Boss Shen to look at me, so I had to use this method.
"In short, I need you to sing a song with your eyes closed. You are not allowed to open your eyes on the way. After you finish singing this song, the stone gate will naturally open."
"How is it possible, what is your method?"
I put my finger to my lips and smiled, "Secret."
"Faking a ghost..."
Shen Yiren thought about it for a while, but she was not squeamish, she said frankly.
"I'll say it first, but I'm not very good at singing. If you laugh again if you can't sing well, I will definitely shoot you to death. Be mentally prepared."
"... I don't even laugh if you kill me." Why do you shoot me to death if you don't sing well!
Shen Yiren closed her eyes, and her tender cheeks flashed a delicate red that is not easy to see at ordinary times. Just listen to her lightly open her red lips.
"When is the moon coming, ask the sky for wine, I don't know the palace in the sky..." The expression was very serious, like a child in a private school who worked hard to endorse, and it looked particularly cute.
I just stood there and listened to the whole que.
The sound lingered around the beam for three days.
In the end, the eldest sang the whole song, opened her eyes, and she saw that the stone gate that was closed tightly in front of her was still a stone gate, and I was still standing beside her without taking a step.
The boss said angrily: "Where has this changed? Didn't you open the door after you sang the song?"
"You feel your conscience and tell me that you were singing just now?!!"
Shen Yiren was at a loss for words, and was rarely speechless when I asked.
"Boss, answer me honestly."
I said bitterly, "Are you a tone idiot?"
"Ha, ha?! Who are you scolding you bastard!!"
You have turned your face!
You just recited the water tune for me just now! And there is no cadence at all, can this be called singing! !
"I-I just don't know how to tune. What do you want me to do?"
"It's not like you can't even tune the head of the water tune."
Shen Yiren glanced at me and said, "I have practiced swordsmanship since I was a child, and I have a very tight time for reading and writing. Where can I do this? When I was younger, I would still be able to sing a song or two."
"What song?"
Shen Yiren is quite serious and authentic.
"I don't remember the name, but I remember the first sentence being an old scalper by the water."
I heard that you have also read books, Deputy Governor! You sang this when you were young!
"Five or six years old."
…
I said angrily: "You are singing the famous song. Man Jianghong, you can't be like the hillside sheep?"
Shen Yiren murmured: "I know two of the Hillside Sheep, but I can only read and sing."
"for example?"
"It's like a hillside sheep, nostalgic. The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like fury, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, I hesitate. I am sad that Qin and Han traveled, and the palaces and palaces were all soiled. Prosperity, the people suffer. The people suffer."
Although Shen Yiren can't sing, his guttural voice is sweet and very pleasant to the ear. She was originally a Jiangnan woman with a sweet accent. If it wasn't for Yan Shisan taking him down and speaking the northern dialect a lot, I think the sound alone would be able to collect money and sell tickets.
"I know the tune of the hillside sheep, I write it to you, and you sing my song."
I squatted down, took out my knife, and wrote on the ground. After a while, I finished carving another piece of Hillside Sheep.
Shen Yiren came over and read it carefully.
"The little nun is twenty-eight years old, young, and her hair was cut by the master... He and we, we share him, we are worried about each other, friends." Shen Yiren raised his head, "What is this song?"
I raised my eyebrows and said with a smile, ""The Hillside Sheep: The Little Nun's Year 28"."
"Poe mom!!"
Why! Say no to face! !