Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 343 Zhou Lanlan

Xu Guangling's tongue is like a lotus flower.

His eloquent and eloquent talks were comprehensive and specific, simple and profound, and many of the contents were straight to the heart of Teacher Zhou and his wife.

So after not talking for a long time, Xu Guangling's understanding or ability in medical skills was initially but quite affirmed by the two of them.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Zhou suddenly looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then patted her leg: "Oh, I'm just busy chatting, it's getting late, I have to go shopping. Xiao Xu, what do you want to eat? Enjoy eating Report it all to me."

"Master, make me some pork ribs. I ate at your place back then, and I'm still hungry when I think about it." Xu Guangling said.

"Hee hee, the braised pork ribs made by my mother are delicious." Zhou Lanlan spoke for the first time at this moment, and she had been watching and listening silently before, "Mom, I will go with you, I will buy ribs, I will pick!"

"You will pick a big-headed ghost!" Mrs. Zhou smiled angrily, but she was still held by her daughter, and went out together.

After the mother and daughter left, there were only two men left in the living room.

Xu Guangling seemed to be less restrained and more direct, and said to Lao Zhou: "Mr. Zhou, your body must be in a sub-healthy state, why don't you let me use acupuncture to help you recuperate?"

"Are you really good?" Old Zhou looked sideways at Xu Guangling, he was more direct.

Lao Zhou is a very qualified class teacher, not to mention the students with good grades, even those with poor grades, he can get along with them and gain trust.

So he is also a very prestigious head teacher in the minds of the students in the class.

Prestige, not majesty.

"Sure!" Xu Guangling almost patted his chest and promised.

"Then try it." Lao Zhou responded readily, and said, "Does it hurt?"

"I promise it won't hurt at all!" At this moment, Xu Guangling seemed to have become the kind of doctor who walked around the rivers and lakes selling Dali pills in ancient times, and almost shouted the slogan of "all inclusive, all insured".

But Xu Guangling did not bring silver needles with him when he came this time. Mr. Zhang gave him several sets of silver needles, which were packed in a small box, which was small and convenient to carry around, but it was not convenient to carry it close to the body.

Xu Guangling returned home quickly, took the silver needle and came back.

So, when Zhou Lanlan's mother and daughter came back from shopping, what they saw was that the air conditioner in the house was on fire, and beside the small coffee table in the middle of the living room, there was enough space for reclining chairs.

Lao Zhou was lying on it, his arms were bare, and there were rows of silver needles on his arms.

"Hey, this is..." Mrs. Zhou looked at her husband, and then at Xu Guangling, "Little Xu, are you giving your teacher an injection?"

"I'll show Mr. Zhou my skills." Xu Guangling said hehe.

Mrs. Zhou was a little dumbfounded, she had nothing to say for a while, she just said: "I'm going to cook."

Zhou Lanlan stayed in the living room.

"Senior, how long will it take?" Zhou Lanlan looked at her father, and then asked Xu Guangling.

Lao Zhou is snoring a little at the moment.

"One or two hours." Xu Guangling said.

Then Zhou Lanlan took the initiative to report the situation, "Senior, I'm singing those songs, and it's almost ready."

Xu Guangling nodded, and then said: "No rush, take your time."

There seemed to be nothing much to talk about between the two.

Xu Guangling behaved very clumsily.

Zhou Lanlan's shyness and restraint gradually disappeared, and she gradually became more talkative. She was originally a hearty and generous girl.At this moment, she was talking to Xu Guangling about many things in school, about studying, about dancing, and about things on the Internet.

In short, there are many topics, without finishing.

Xu Guangling simply adhered to it, but regardless of the inside and outside, he would definitely not be perfunctory.

So although he didn't talk much, he just listened and nodded more often, but it didn't make the little girl feel indifferent, so she still talked.

This situation continued until Mrs. Zhou made preliminary preparations for the meals.

Including cooking rice, pork ribs and stewing, etc., the rest will be done later.

"What are you talking about? You seem to be talking vigorously, ghost girl." Aunt Zhou came to the living room from the kitchen.

"Teacher, sit down, drink some water to moisten your throat." Xu Guangling poured a cup of hot tea, and then showed his hospitality like a dog, "Lan Lan and I are talking about school, studying, singing, dancing, etc."

"It's just right, Xiao Xu, tell me about her!" Mrs. Zhou said, "I don't know what's going on with this girl, she just wants to go to an art school. Do you think it's not good for her to go to a decent university? Think about all that nonsense."

Those art school principals will cry when they hear your words.

Xu Guangling laughed amusedly, and then said: "Master, what do you mean, you don't like Lanlan taking the art school?"

"That's for sure!" Mrs. Zhou said, "It's not that those art schools are bad, but how many of the girls who come out of art schools can find good jobs smoothly? Not to mention the unspoken rules What, oops, sounds scary."

This is true.

There are not many mothers who do not worry about such things happening to their daughters.

But the situation is that on the "star" road, the probability of encountering such a thing is very high!

If the college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge for thousands of troops, then the girls who have been admitted to the art school are faced with a longer, longer, and endless single-plank bridge. They need to walk on that single-plank bridge.

To glory, or, to fall.

Or, turn around, give up your artistic career, and face the ordinary again.

There are really not many people who can really eat art.

This is one of the brightest and darkest industries.What is brilliant is the stage, but under the stage, everything is gloomy.

Of course, there are many forms and degrees of bleakness.

Mrs. Zhou also said:

"Besides, this girl wants to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music!"

"It doesn't matter whether you pass the exam or not. What will you do after graduation? Are you still hoping to become a singer? Now that there are no records, how can singers make money?"

This statement is incorrect, but profound.

As a half musician, Xu Guangling naturally knows a lot.

In the past, even third- and fourth-rate singers could earn money by releasing records. At least, it was not difficult to make a living on this.But now, in the era of digital music, physical records are only something that can be played by heavenly kings.

And even the king of heaven, don't expect this to make money. ——If you don't lose, you will make a lot of money!

And based on the domestic copyright situation, don't expect any stable and reliable income from digital music copyright, that is, lottery.

So how do singers make money now?

Commercial speech!Endorsement!

These are the two most important pieces.

In the meantime, it will definitely be very complicated for a girl to face these.

Then there are concerts, but how many singers can afford concerts?

Therefore, in general, this road is "unstable".Mrs. Zhou's consideration is correct.

Xu Guangling considered what to say.

From a rational point of view, he agrees with Mrs. Zhou's opinion, and he is also not willing to see Zhou Lanlan take this road, and then face the ups and downs on this road in the future, not to mention being famous or not, being safe and unstable But it is already doomed.

However, Zhou Lanlan is his junior junior sister.

In his life, he was only such a junior sister.

There is a saying in ancient China.

Don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, don't look at the fish's condition to see the water's condition.

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