Wu Xiu thought that the driver was going to play a few songs for him, and then he didn't have to charge the fare.
Although Wu Xiu didn't believe that there would be such a good thing in the world, he could hear the driver say so sure, so even if the driver wanted to charge a fee, Wu Xiu would refuse. After all, when you are away from home, you must be honest.
But never expected that the driver's so-called listening to songs was listening to the songs he sang. Singing is fine, the key is that his rough voice sings this song not only badly, but also every sentence is not in pitch.
"Can you choose to listen to the original song?" Wu Xiu said depressed.
"No!"
"—No, you still make music like this?" Wu Xiu asked suspiciously: "Then tell me what songs you have published, I will check it online."
"There is no need to go online," the driver explained: "I don't do that kind of pop music, I do country music."
"country music?"
"Why? Don't believe it? You can go to all directions to find out, who doesn't know about Zhang Hong." Zhang Hong said with a proud face: "I've been blowing suona for 35 years, I didn't go to any affair in all directions. Ever?"
"Wait! What you mean by playing music is blowing suona?"
Seeing Wu Xiu's surprised expression, Zhang Hong said in a huff: "What's wrong with Suona? Thousands of musical instruments Suona is king, either ascended to heaven or worship. It's a pity that my wife and my musical philosophy are not in harmony, so she is still there now. I'm running into a black car."
"—"
"Just listen to me sing quietly! Just ask the entire black car circle, which car has this benefit? The most important thing is that I sing in the live version. There is no way to sing, and few people in the entire music circle can do it. Right? Not to mention that I don’t charge you, and I send you where you want to go for free, so you can be content!"
Wu Xiu rubbed his temples, and said helplessly: "Forget it, you sing! Who makes me poor!"
"That's right!" Zhang Hong said with a smile: "Hey, where did I sing just now? Well, I have to start again... Cough cough... From the beginning of one or two, I was standing in the morning... "
Along the way, Wu Xiu sat in the car tormentously. He has made up his mind that he will never let the driver sing in the car in the future. This experience is almost as good as death.
Not only does Zhang Hong sing not in every sentence, but the key point is that he only likes to sing songs by female singers with his rugged and inadequate voice, and every time he sings to the **, he will shout loudly: "I sing Is it good? If it's good, let me hear your cheers", and then cheer for yourself and honour your horn.
When the car drove to the vicinity of No. 1 Middle School, Wu Xiu hurriedly told Zhang Hong to stop.
"There is still a little way!" Zhang Hong reminded.
"Sure." Wu Xiu shook his head helplessly, picking up his luggage to get off the car.
"Hey, boy, this is my business card, you can always find me if you need it in the future."
Looking at the business card handed over by Zhang Hong, Wu Xiu accepted it politely, only to see that it read: "Folk drivers and music promotion enthusiasts: Zhang Hong."
"It seems that your interest in music is not high! I suggest that you should listen to the songs more. When you can truly appreciate the artistic conception of those songs, you will find that each song is actually a story, which contains a certain amount of content. Philosophy... By the way, have you heard that song about'Philosophy'?"
Before Wu Xiu could answer, Zhang Hong couldn't help but sang: "Ahem... There are eighteen bends in the mountain road, the nine-chain waterway here, the folk songs here are lined up, and the folk songs here are lined up..."
"—"
Wu Xiu found a hotel, put his luggage, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then walked to Yizhong.
Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School.
Returning to this familiar school again, Wu Xiu was full of emotions, and his mind was full of memories. He looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and his originally depressed mood became much better.
At the moment the school is still in class, Wu Xiu walked to the guard room and saw the guard who had fought with Sun Haoxue inside, with a gentle smile on his face: "Uncle, I'm back."
The door guard frowned, he looked at Wu Xiu for a long time, and then said in surprise: "I remember you, didn't you get fired?"
"—"
Wu Xiu's mouth opened. He originally wanted to say that he was a former outstanding graduate. Today he wanted to go back to his alma mater to visit his former teacher, but he did not expect the guard to be so impressed with him.
The prepared excuses are not used, Wu Xiu can only smile reluctantly: "Yes! I'm back now. How about uncle, are you happy?"
"Nervous!" The guard said in a huff: "You are no longer a middle school student, what else are you doing here?"
"I heard that the school is going to take a graduation photo. In other words, I was once a member of No. 1 High School, so I came back to take a'family portrait'."
"Who knows if what you said is true or false? In case you come to fight, wouldn't I let you in and lose my job? What's more, the graduate lighting genius shoots, why are you here today?"
"No, if I really came to fight, I must have crossed the wall and went in. Will it still be so upright?" Seeing that the guard still refused to let go, Wu Xiu took out his wallet, took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it into the guard pocket with a distressed look. Li said: "If you still don't believe me, I can press your ID card."
The guard put his hand in his pocket and touched the money, shook his head and said, "I don't need an ID card, but remember, don't stay for too long!"
"Thank you, uncle!"
Walking into the campus, Wu Xiu looked at everything familiar around him, feeling deeply moved.
bell-
The bell rang after class, and Wu Xiu came to the downstairs of the third-year high school and started looking for someone to find out about Feng Fei's class.
After learning that Feng Fei was in Class 6 of senior high school, which was still a key class, Wu Xianxian was about to go upstairs to look for it, but Feng Fei happened to go downstairs.
"Brother Fei!" Wu Xiu greeted.
Feng Fei didn't care at first, he only noticed something was wrong after taking two steps forward. He first rubbed those small squinted eyes, then turned his head and looked at Wu Xiu for a long time before happily saying: "Brother Xiu? Is it really you?"
Wu Xiu smiled, watching Feng Fei's hair stand up in half, as if being blown from the side by a strong wind, he said depressed: "I'll go, Brother Fei, your hairstyle-don't be so arrogant!"
"That must be arrogant!" Feng Fei raised his head and said proudly: "This is the model I made with a hair dryer for fifteen minutes today."
"Excellent!" Wu Xiu gave Feng Fei a thumbs up.
Feng Fei smiled and said, "By the way, Brother Xiu, why are you here? Also, where have you been this year? There is no news at all, and I changed my mobile phone number..."
"Stop!" Wu Xiu stretched out his hand to stop him: "Brother Fei, let's smoke a cigarette first, and then talk slowly."
The two went to the corner of the playground and smoked a cigarette beside the parallel bars. Wu Xiu told Feng Fei: "I have been transferred to the second middle school. I have been there for a year in a muddled manner.
This is not the college entrance examination, so come back and see you. As for the previous mobile phone number, I was thrown away by the old man, and I didn't remember your number, so I haven't been in contact. "