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Chapter 48 Good boy, I still know to come back

As soon as Chen Xing got into the car, Song Shulan's WeChat message came.

Song Shulan: (; へ:)
Chen Xing: What's wrong?
Song Shulan: I arrived at school, but you left, and you gave everyone a cup of milk tea...but I didn't drink it! !
Chen Xing: "Haha"

Song Shulan: I went back to the village yesterday, and you just left too!
Chen Xing: ...

Is it a coincidence, isn't it?

He sent a voice over.

"It's destiny to let you study hard. Your school doesn't allow you to bring mobile phones, right? Give your mobile phone to Teacher Zhang. You have to work hard this year and go to a better university. Don't let Teacher Zhang expect you down."

Teacher Zhang's evaluation of Song Shulan left a deep impression on Chen Xing.

Able to get a grade in one book.

Good guy, Chen Xing is so envious.

If there is a chance in the future, I should really experience the atmosphere of university life, but if I have to study for four years, then forget it. In four years, Chen Xingguang doesn’t know how many skills and money he can earn by traveling, which is faster than learning skills in school. too much.

Song Shulan: "No!"

Chen Xing thought for a while, and sent a message to Mr. Zhang.

Chen Xing: Song Shulan has her mobile phone with her

Teacher Zhang: OK
"Hey..." Chen Xing laughed.

Work hard, kid.

Putting the phone away, Chen Xing looked out the window.

The car has already driven out of the urban area, and now there are mountains or cliffs on both sides, the terrain is steep, and the familiar diesel smell in the car makes Chen Xing feel uncomfortable when he smells it, so he takes out his earphones and prepares to listen to music for a rest.

Sitting next to her was an aunt, singing in a low voice with her mobile phone.

But Chen Xing was close, and his hearing was good, so he could hear clearly.

"How can you sing as many songs as I do? I have a basket full of good songs..."

It's still a folk song.

Looking at the display on her mobile phone, the singing aunt should be singing and playing with friends in the group, and the WeChat group of more than 40 people is full of voices one after another.He put away his earphones and listened curiously to his aunt singing.

This gaze was quickly spotted.

The aunt smiled a little shyly, and said embarrassedly: "Did I bother you to rest?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you sing very well."

"I'll just sing."

People in southern Yunnan are very receptive to folk songs. Even boys and girls aged [-] or [-] don’t think folk songs are so bad, but many young people in other places don’t think so. A considerable number of young people think Old-fashioned folk songs.

Chen Xing thinks it's okay, he listened to Miao song very enthusiastically before.

"Auntie, you can sing very well. You have good singing skills."

At least when people sing, their breath is very stable, which many current stars can't do. Without electronic music and tuning, it's like not knowing how to sing.

"really?"

Auntie was very happy to get affirmation from a stranger.

Chen Xing looked at his aunt and the people in his group and thought it was very interesting to sing, and he didn't think the smell in the car was bad after a while.After a while, the aunt asked when she was free, "Young man, do you usually listen to folk songs?"

"I haven't listened to it much, but I think Liu Sanjie's song is good. It's singing here and there and this song. I think it's very good, and my mother likes it too."

After a while she taught Chen Xing how to sing,

"There are no rules for the lyrics of folk songs, and they can be changed at will according to the situation, but the tune of the song cannot be changed."

"I see, it's the same as Song Ci."

"I don't quite understand that," said the aunt.

Chen Xing explained to her that Song Ci has its own name, and the sentence pattern and rhythm are fixed. As long as the lyrics are written according to this rhythm, he can sing no matter how the lyrics are modified.

What we see now is Song Ci, and it was Song Song a thousand years ago, and it can really be sung.

After listening to Chen Xing's explanation, the aunt also said, "It looks a bit like this."

The one-hour drive was fast, and after Chen Xing briefly understood how to fill in lyrics, the bus arrived at the stop.

Both got out of the car and said goodbye to each other.

This aunt is also very interesting. This time she came to Sunshine Flower City to see her daughter, and she probably will live here for a while to take care of her three-year-old granddaughter.

That's right, this is Sunshine Flower City.

This is within the territory of Sichuan Province, closely guarding the gateway between southern Yunnan and Sichuan Province, and it is also one of the largest cities nearby. Together with Liangshan, Aba, and Ganzi, it is building this barren place in western Sichuan.

In terms of environment, it is actually a basin. The mountains in southern Yunnan and the high mountains in Liangshan are surrounded by mountains, which block the wind and also block the heat in summer. Therefore, like Rongcheng Mountain City, it is also a famous stove city.

Now there is no sign of a stove.

Autumn is here, even if the heat hidden in the mountains is unwilling, it will be driven away by the cold wind from afar.

Chen Xing took a taxi and rushed to the airport.

Although the city's economy ranks relatively low in Sichuan Province, it also has its own airport. It only takes one hour to fly to Rongcheng from here, and you can see the vastness of Sichuan Province from one side.

People outside of Sichuan Province only know about Rongcheng when they mention Sichuan Province, and they seem to have never heard of other cities, but this can’t be helped. There is no such good geographical environment as the south and the north, so everyone can only accumulate strength silently and work hard. Talent delivery.

Chen Xing has already been on the plane once, but he still has expectations for this time.

He remembered what Zhou Peng said about the beauty of the Sichuan Airlines flight attendants.

This time when I got on the plane, I took a second look. In fact, I didn’t feel anything special. I just thought they looked sweeter. In Chen Xing’s opinion, their appearance was at the level of Song Shulan. pretty.

If they met on the road, Chen Xing might ask for a WeChat, but he is not in the mood now.

He had to think about how to face his family.

It's only a hundred kilometers from Rongcheng to my home. If I drive faster, I can get home in less than an hour.

And my mother probably has already sharpened her sword.

He didn't know how much his son was capable of or how much money he had earned, but she only knew that Chen Xing ran out of school and wandered around southern Yunnan with Zhou Peng for several days.

After getting off the plane, there was another transfer operation, and I arrived at my hometown at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He lives in a relatively prosperous town in Tiancheng, Sichuan Province, called Xinjie Town, which is located at the junction of Tiancheng, Meishan, and Zizhong.Due to the geographical location between several cities and the relatively long distances, it has gradually become the center of the surrounding towns.

In 15, several couriers built a transshipment center here, and the economy developed faster.

Chen Xing always thought that his hometown was poor, but now that he came back from a trip, he found that New Territories town is even more prosperous than some western counties.

He was carrying a bag, and the further he walked home, the more frightened he became.

When he got downstairs in the community, Chen Xing didn't dare to go home, so he sent a WeChat message to Zhou Peng and said, "Why don't I hide at your house for a few days?"

"Hiding for a few days? The longer I hide, the harder I get beaten. I can't protect myself now, so I can rely on myself."

Chen Xing was so angry that his teeth hurt.

You have been back for several days, how can you not protect yourself, brother has nothing to do.

A familiar voice came from behind.

"Good boy, do you still know to come back?"

It's over, Barbie is over, it's over...

(End of this chapter)