Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Cui Jie didn't believe it: "That piece of land, if you hadn't kept bidding, my family wouldn't—"

"Which piece of land I want to auction is none of your business." Wen Qingyin said: "At that time, there were three other bidders with your family, why don't you ask each of them."

"You!" Cui Jie looked at her fiercely, tears streaming down his face suddenly, "I beg you, save my father."

"You are so rich, just lend me a little, and you can help my family tide over the difficulties."

"I beg you for a moment, we grew up together, and my parents treat you like their own daughter."

Wen Qingyin really admired his ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

She said: "It's fine if you fool others, why do you still believe it yourself?"

Cui Jie was in a hurry, "You dare to say that my parents treat you badly, he, they—"

Cui Jie thought for a long time, but he really couldn't think of what his parents did for Wen Qingyin.

He had no choice but to show the little friendship between the two of them, "It is said that a married couple for a day—"

Wen Qingyin felt sick to his stomach when he said such words, and pushed him away, "Go away."

Cui Jie didn't pay attention and staggered and fell to the ground.

Seeing her driving away, Cui Jie struggled to get up, chased after her and shouted:
"Wen Qingyin, you are an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, you are inhuman, and you will be punished sooner or later..."

Wen Qingyin pressed the window of the car, and gave a middle finger behind her.

There are only four days left until the second recording session of 'Musicist'.

Compared with the exhibition nature of the first round, the second round is more professional.

It's not that Yan Jinghuai didn't see the criticism and slander on the Internet. Although he pretended not to care, he actually held his breath and counted the days to prove his strength.

After several rounds of voting, the theme of the second issue was finally determined.

It's folk music.

This is an area that Yan Jinghuai and Lao Zhou have never been in contact with.

It's not that the program group intentionally made things difficult for them, it's just that the recent revival of the national trend has made them gossip again.

When Lao Zhou thinks about this recently, he beats Zhou Hesong. Zhou Hesong is wronged: "Why do you rely on me? I talk so much every day, and I have given up every option."

Lao Zhou participated in this show purely to praise Yan Jinghuai, he was very worried, "How about we change folk music to rock?"

"It's fresh to play the mash-up style once in a while. If you play too much, others should suspect that we are exhausted." Yan Jinghuai patted him on the shoulder confidently, "It's okay, I can handle it."

He looked at the time, "It's time for me to practice."

Lao Zhou sneered, "Still pretending to be like me." He yelled at Yan Jinghuai, "Take it easy and watch out for your legs."

Yan Jinghuai didn't look back, but just waved at him coolly.

"So handsome." Zhou Hesong followed Yan Jinghuai's example and went crazy.

Lao Zhou got angry when he saw him, and said angrily, "Have you finished your homework? You've been fooling around all day long, and Chen Xu told you a few words and you still cried. Do you owe it to me?"

Zhou Hesong flattered and squeezed his uncle's shoulders, "Why are you still cheating on me? Who in our family is the material to learn."

Lao Zhou felt that his nephew was right.

He was very worried, "Our family's genes are too broken. We can't get along in the future, and we have to go back to our hometown to herd sheep."

Zhou Hesong was very loyal, "Bring the boss and Xu Xu."

He was quite happy, "It's so fun to herd sheep, let's throw the sheep on the mountain, and then the four of us will sing on the mountain—"

Professor Jiang came out of the lounge just in time to hear this.

He already believed that Lao Zhou had spoiled the genius Yan Jinghuai, but now he heard that he condoned the child to drop out of school, so he naturally had a bad face.

Old Zhou gave him a blank stare, very puzzled.He asked Zhou Hesong, "Did you recruit him?"

Zhou Hesong had already hid behind his uncle, "I haven't talked to him yet. Isn't he the boss's teacher? He looks so serious. I'm afraid he will arrest me and go back to study."

After leaving the studio, Yan Jinghuai saw Chen Xu waiting by the car.

I don't know what bad thing this kid has done recently, so he hides whenever he sees him.

Just like now, when the two eyes met, he slipped into the back seat.

Yan Jinghuai took a few steps to the car with his long legs.

He opened the rear door, "What is Zhou Hesong's motto in life?"

Classmate Xiao Zhou's mouth is really broken, talking too much and not nutritious.It took Chen Xu a long time to find out a meaningful sentence:

"If you can't kill him, make him talk more nonsense?"

Yan Jinghuai also felt that he had asked a stupid question, so he pointed it out: "It's 'the family has no overnight feud'."

"What are you going to tell me?" he asked.

Chen Xu planned to deny it to the end, but shook his head and said, "No."

Yan Jinghuai has lived with Wen Qingyin for a long time, and he has learned the style of bandits to some extent.

He didn't talk nonsense with Chen Xu, the first three seat belts were all tied to him, and Chen Xu was tied firmly.

Yan Jinghuai asked while breaking his fingers: "Is there now? It doesn't matter if you don't, brother will help you remember."

Chen Xu wailed, "Why are you just like your wife, you are simply a bandit."

Yan Jinghuai was taken aback for a moment, it was actually related to Wen Qingyin.

With a mournful face, Chen Xu explained to Wen Qingyin that he "exchanged information in the same way as Pengci".

He stretched out his hand with great effort, and pulled up Yan Jinghuai's sleeve: "Did she dislike you?"

"Scars are a badge of honor for a man. Women don't understand them. Brother Jinghuai, I think you are super handsome."

Yan Jinghuai looked at his scar, it was because of it.

Wen Qingyin didn't mention them, as if she didn't know.

This is a secret that Yan Jinghuai has kept for a long time, but now that it is broad daylight, he is not as frightened as he imagined.

He was sure that Wen Qingyin would not dislike them.

He patted Chen Xu's hand and said with disgust: "Master has a wife, don't take advantage of me."

Zhou Hesong just came over at this time, and his eyes widened when he heard the word 'take advantage'.

He looked at Chen Xu who was tied up like a mummy, and then at Yan Jinghuai, and slipped into the co-pilot clutching his chest, for fear that these two people would tarnish him.

When the lights come on, the night in the city is always very lively.People come in groups, get drunk or have fun all night, and write down a lonely footnote for this night.

Yan Jinghuai used to be afraid of late night.

He always felt that he would die on a lonely and melancholy night.

But at some point, he began to feel that the street lamps were very warm.

Those meandering lights are the signposts for him to go home.

The room was very dark, only a small warm light was on at the entrance.After changing the slippers, Yan Jinghuai looked disappointedly at Wen Qingyin's bedroom.

The bedroom is also dark, Wen Qingyin has already fallen asleep.

He sighed, forgetting that today is Saturday.

Living together with Wen Qingyin these days, he summed up some rules:
This person wears veteran cadre pajamas with long clothes and trousers on Sunday, cute cotton pajamas on Monday, long-sleeved nightdress on Tuesday, large T-shirt on Wednesday, suspender nightdress on Thursday and camisole and shorts on Friday.

Today is Saturday, and he is looking forward to what she will wear.

He hadn't seen her on Saturday night.

He was suddenly very thirsty and went to the kitchen to find water to drink.

There was an extra magnet on the refrigerator, it was an old bearded man swaying his head, and there was a sticky note under it, with three bold characters written in black pen: "Look at me!" !

Yan Jinghuai took a closer look, and Wen Qingyin said that she left him dinner.

According to the note, he found a rough sandwich in the microwave.

The bread was well toasted and a beautiful caramel color.The eggs and meat inside are a bit unbearable to look at.

The eggs were not cooked, they were runny, and the luncheon meat was burnt again.

Thinking of Wen Qingyin's clumsy cooking for herself, Yan Jinghuai was very happy, but worried that she would get hurt.

He woke up after this supper, washed up, and continued to work in the study.

He sat in his chair as usual, but he always felt that today's study was a bit strange.

He looks around:
There's no new junk on the shelves, which is fine.

The little black piggy sat obediently on the belly button of the huge bear, very good.

Bluebeard's cabin was open too—

Wait a minute, Bluebeard's house is open!
The security of this community is very good, thieves can't come in.

So, could it be that Wen Qingyin forgot to lock the door!
When Yan Jinghuai came to the hut, his conscience and curiosity fought fiercely.

After 30 seconds, conscience fails.

I'll just take a look.Yan Jinghuai told himself, Wen Qingyin didn't clean up, how dirty the inside is.

I'll go in and have a look, and tidy up by the way.

Thinking this way, he took the first sinful step.

The door is not often used, and it is awkward to open. After a scream of "squeak", Yan Jinghuai was stunned.

The dim lights in the room did not prevent Yan Jinghuai from seeing clearly.

Open comics, potato chip packaging bags, yogurt, Bulgari necklaces, Cartier bracelets, jelly, bread, Rolex watches, spicy sticks, planetary cups, small biscuits... These things seem to have been stirred in a basin and splashed at random on the ground.

He also saw a pair of silk stockings glued to fig silk, with a small spot of black dyed by the melted Melissa, and a piece of gum stuck to the cuff.

Yan Jinghuai's obsession with cleanliness broke out instantly, and he couldn't breathe.

He took a step back, wanting to leave this nightmare place, but the lights in the room turned on at this moment.

A man suddenly grew out of the 'garbage mountain' in front of him.

This person wears the same hurdling vest as the old man, patterned trousers, and his hair looks like a chicken coop.From such a long distance, Yan Jinghuai could also see her covered with melon seed shells and lollipop paper.

He was dumbfounded: "You, who are you?"

Wen Qingyin scratched at her hair, shook the candy wrapper and melon seed skin twice, and stayed stubbornly on top.

"It was discovered by you."

Wen Qingyin pointed at the opposite side with her bare feet, "There is a surprise."

There is a circus tent in the opposite corner, with red vertical stripes, half a meter high, standing alone beside the 'garbage dump', like a scarecrow guarding the wheat field.

Yan Jinghuai warned himself not to swear, and carefully paved a way with his feet.

Standing in front of the tent, he had an ominous premonition.Turning to look at Wen Qingyin, I saw the sincerity and firmness on her face.

He laughed at himself, feeling suspicious that he was frightened by the garbage dump.

Even if Bluebeard hid his head at home, it would not be more scary than the current situation.

He unzipped the tent.

In the next second, the bits and pieces that flowed out overwhelmed him.

The ghost finger gloves with teeth and claws, ghost dolls, sharks ate my feet, bubble blowing machines, bats with Mickey Mouse heads, and dirty braided bearded headgear suspected of robbing a bank.

The largest one is only the size of a palm, but Wen Qingyin can fill the entire tent.

Yan Jinghuai felt like an eminent monk who had attained the Tao, and in Wen Qingyin's arrogant laughter, all things were empty.

Fearing that he would still have a chance to survive, Wen Qingyin took out the tablet from under Mimi Shrimp Crackers and Sticky Teeth Candy, wiped off the oily stains on the screen with the hem of his trousers, and poked it a few times.

"There are still good things for you to see."

The white curtain slowly fell from the roof, knocking down the small tent, and the remaining small toys came out in full force.

Yan Jinghuai lowered his head numbly, and the muscular Pikachu and Squirrel were smiling obscenely at him.