I really don't want to be a star

Su Zijin, on the other side of the soundproof glass, held the guitar and plucked the strings, and the melody of Ding Dong was mixed with the singing.

Su Zijin lowered her head and slightly drooping bangs covered her slashed side face, while the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and tears glistened in her eyes.

"Bringing children and raising daughters for a lifetime
My head is full of children crying and laughing

where did all the time go

Before you take a good look at your eyes,
Diesel, rice, oil and salt for half a lifetime

In a blink of an eye, there are only wrinkles on the face."

All that's left is the wrinkles...

In Su Zijin's last sentence, mixed with various emotions such as regret and grief, his voice is as soft as a breeze, but it is pierced in his heart.

As soon as the singing came out, the already aged figure appeared in front of his eyes again.

That face is mixed with the traces of the years, and the back is bent by the burden of life. Time has always been relentless, and the cherries are red and the plantains are green.

Time is silent, we grow up in silence, and they grow old in silence.

Click!
The door of the recording studio came, revealing Su Zijin's side face, with bloodshot eyes and slightly red eye sockets, and asked with a smile.

"How was the recording this time?"

"what…"

The sound engineer was stunned for three seconds, put on the earphones and listened carefully again, his eyes became brighter and he smiled excitedly.

After 3 minutes, he took off the earphones and stretched out his thumb to Su Zijin.

"Perfect, Mr. Su, I've never seen such a singing voice before, it's amazing, it's amazing."

The sound engineer was a little too excited and wanted to praise Su Zijin, but he couldn't think of a word to describe it.

Finally, he choked out a sentence.

"You are really nb."

"Come on, give me the recorded song, and I'll give you money."

Su Zijin took the USB flash drive and wanted to give them money, but the boss refused.

Finally, a photo with the boss came to be considered the end.

"Let's go, Brother Hao."

Su Zijin poked Brother Hao who was still muttering to himself in a daze.

Brother Hao just woke up, and inadvertently wiped the corners of his eyes, which were glowing red.

"Walk."

After getting into the car, Su Zijin sent the sample to the company for further modification.

In about a week or two, the song will be released before the Chinese New Year.

But because Su Zijin couldn't go back, he couldn't shoot the mv.

Su Zijin simply let them play freely. Anyway, the directors in the company are all professional, and their shooting skills are not too bad.

"Come on, give me Brother Zhen tonight and join the show."

Su Zijin sat in the back of the car, rolled down the window, and the cold wind blowing on his face, the buildings outside went back and forth. From time to time, several couples walked together, and the busy old people bought new year's goods.

In the streets of the morning market, in the cold three or nine days, the salty tofu nao in the morning market is steaming hot. When the steamed buns are steamed, the lid is lifted, and the white water vapor billows upwards. Divide the fireworks.

"I am back."

Su Zijin closed her mouth and laughed happily.

I haven't been home for a long time, and the city has changed. Those things that existed in my childhood memories disappeared one by one, and those new things gradually appeared.

And things that I once believed in are now gradually believed, and those things that I once hated are now gradually accepted.

"Brothers, I'll take you to eat authentic hometown dishes."

Brother Zhen stepped on the accelerator and laughed all over his face. The car hummed and shuttled through the street.

"How is it? That hometown food is not authentic."

"It's so old-fashioned, you can eat it, and I'm sure you guys will be satisfied."

A few cars shuttled through the alley, stopped where they were, and a few young men got out of the cars.

"That's it, authentic."

Su Zijin pointed to the open-air food stall and said.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat and pick and choose."

Wang Zhen took off his gloves, leaned over and got under the door frame, and yelled at the boss.

"Old Zhang? Old Zhang?"

"Hey, Brother Wang is here, what do you want to eat?"

A middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s emerged from the back kitchen, wiping his hands back and forth with a rag.

"Authentic local dishes, stewed pork with chicken and mushrooms, butcher's dish, big mess stew, pork stewed with vermicelli, and shredded pork with fish flavor."

"Okay, you, please come to the back room."

The boss threw away the rag and wrote down the dishes.

Opening the curtain is the back room, a big kang is burning hot, and a wooden round table is placed on it.

"Come on, brother and sister, don't think this place is bad. I guarantee that this place is absolutely authentic. The pig-killing dish at his house always reminds me of the taste I ate in the countryside when I was a child."

Wang Zhen took off his shoes and crossed his legs on the bed.

"Is it really that godlike?"

Su Zijin also went to the kang. It has been a long time since she slept on the kang. She liked to sleep on the kang when she was a child.

"This kang is quite hot."

When Su Zijin touched the head of the kang, he felt hot.

"Not bad."

Brother Hao moved his fat body up and moved his two fat thighs, like a mountain of meat.

"Come on, Lao Zhang, give me two more bottles of Niulanshan."

Wang Zhen yelled over there, but was stopped by Su Zijin.

"Don't, don't, brother, we don't drink today, don't drive when we drink, don't drive when we drive."

"Boss, bring me two bottles of Gegas, and cut a plate of preserved egg for me, and the Red Sausage of the Commercial Committee. I haven't eaten for a long time, I'm hungry."

Su Zijin yelled.

It didn't take long for dishes to be served one after another, with the last pig-killing dish placed in the center.

"Here we come, the dishes are ready."

It was a woman in her 40s who served the dishes, she put the dishes on the table, and said with her uneven teeth.

"Well, if you need anything, call me."

"Okay, Mrs. Zhang just wait."

After Wang Zhen finished shouting with his chopsticks, he took a piece of blood sausage with butchered vegetables, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times and made a sound of enjoyment.

While eating, he gulped.

"It still smells like this."

Su Zijin also picked up a few chopsticks and put them in his mouth. The aroma of the soft and glutinous blood sausage mixed with the large intestine, and the deliciousness of the sauerkraut soup rushed to his mind. The large intestine seemed to be dancing in his mouth, full of chewiness.

"Not bad."

"Su Zi, you are popular now, you can eat delicacies from mountains and seas, but you can't find this kind of taste outside."

"Look there!"

Su Zijin held up the bowl and pulled two mouthfuls of rice.

"If you want to talk about the taste of hometown, it has to be this."

Brother Hao pointed to the chopsticks to pry the big basin, and said proudly.

"This pot of meat is also good."

Su Zijin picked up a piece of pot-wrapped meat and put it in his mouth with a crisp sound. The meat was wrapped in crystal clear vinegar sauce. When he took a bite, his teeth touched the skin. It first felt crispy and then bit into the meat, feeling the tender juice of the meat. All bite out.

The aroma of the meat lingers with the sweet and sour taste, lingering in the mind.

"good to eat."

Su Zijin only had three or four mouthfuls of rice, and two mouthfuls of Gegas before he swallowed it down.

"Su Zi, you've made a lot of progress, I'll pay my respects to you."

`Wang Zhen raised his wine glass to Su Zijin and drank it.

"Don't say that, but I didn't have my elder brother to take me in at the beginning, so I am where I am today."

Several people gathered around the big table and told stories about those years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, talked about rising, and sang a few popular songs at that time, and together poured out the funny and sad things in the past.

After living for so many years, who doesn't have a story, just don't live your life as an accident.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Wang Zhen blushed, with fine beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.

"Come on, brother, pay the bill."

After paying the bill, a few people walked out the door, a gust of cold wind blew in their faces, and they immediately became more energetic, and it was already late.

Wang Zhen got into the car and stepped on the accelerator, and the roar of the engine came immediately.

"Let's go, brother will take you to the bar to have fun. Have fun today."

"Let's go, let's ride the horse and go."

Two cars galloped across the snow, rolled up flakes of snow, and drove towards the middle of the street.