Super God Kindergarten

Chapter 138 Dingxi
Seven people and one dog just filled a Wuling car, followed by Su Yao's Mercedes-Benz and Lin Qianxiu's own business car. Sanmao and Li Muxue, "mother and child", were also squeezed inside. Bai Xiaojun, the manager of City Pai's gym in Lianhua Town, called together, and the three cars wandered into the city in a row.

Now that I have money, I am ashamed to go to other people's buffets and open-air food stalls all the time. Lin Qianxiu and Su Yao's bodyguards sit at the same table, and Jiang Xuan and the others sit at the same table.

order!

"30 skewers of red stick mutton..."

"Five grilled eggplants, 10 grilled gluten, 5 grilled leeks..."

"One big grilled fish, five catties of lamb chops..."

"Three catties of spicy crayfish, 20 scallops with vermicelli, two catties of spicy flower armor..."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

Yep?The waiter who ordered food was taken aback, who, why are you still barking like a puppy?
When he lowered his head, it was really a dog, but it was not a puppy, but a big dog. A Teddy, about the size of a husky, looked at him greedily with his head raised.

"Twenty skewers of crispy lamb bones! Five lamb leg bones!" Jiang Xuan acted as an interpreter, patted Gou Ritian's head, and smiled at the waiter: "My dog ​​is happy to eat skewers."

"Then be careful, dogs will lose hair if they eat these salty foods." The waiter kindly reminded.

"It's okay, put more chili on it!"

Gou Ritian nodded vigorously.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want." The waiter was happy.

"And me and me, five roasted kidneys! Five roasted brains! Five roasted lamb balls!" Chang Xiaotu stretched out a slap and shook it back and forth.

"What roasted kidneys, why are you a girl eating so many kidneys?" Jiang Xuan waved his hand, "Send me the roasted kidneys and lamb balls!"

"Why do you eat so much roasted kidneys as a single man, you are not afraid of nosebleeds!" Chang Xiaotu protested.

Protest is invalid.

"I want grilled fish paste and grilled fish roe, thank you, auntie." Jiang Gang ordered a good dish, and politely returned the menu to the waiter.

"You are not allowed to eat grilled fish roe, children will become stupid if they eat too much!" Jiang Xuan waved his hand: "Send all the grilled fish roe to me!"

Jiang Hard: "..."

"I want ten chicken legs!" Su Yao said.

"Ten chicken wings!"

"Papaya Milk Tea..."

"Big Coke..."

"Hatchback beer..."

After a while, the two tables were full of barbecues, Hongmao and the others booed and insisted on Jiang Xuan saying a few words.

"Speak a few words, just say a few words."

Jiang Xuan was in a good mood today, raised his glass, and said with a smile: "First of all, congratulations to Li Muxue for publishing an article in a children's education magazine. The highest honor I have achieved!"

At night, Li Muxue's face flushed with excitement could be seen under the light; her follower Li Shuang, who was no longer sure whether it was her son or her father, probably understood that Jiang Xuan was praising him as 'mother', A flower bloomed on his face with a smile.

If he hadn't grown a little older in a floral shirt and big pants, this smile would still be cute.

"The second thing is that the kindergarten has been open for several months. From the time when there were only Chang Xiaotu and me, there are now nearly a hundred people. It's not a long time, but it has gone through a lot of ups and downs. I also want to thank everyone, Su Yao , Qianxiu, sister Yunyun, you three brothers Hongmao, Tie Zhu, and many friends, it is a rare fate that we can go all the way together. Let me offer you a toast."

On a summer night, a group of friends were drinking beer at the barbecue booth. It was indeed a pleasant thing to talk unrestrainedly. Jiang Xuan usually didn’t drink much, but after a while, he drank four or five bottles of beer, and his face turned red. .

A wave of little flower sellers came on the way, and Jiang Xuan was taken advantage of for a rare time. He bought all the flowers in the little girl's hands and put them on the table as a background. A large group of little girls rushed over holding flowers, selling around the table but refused to leave.

Several bodyguards at the next table stood up, went in and greeted the owner of the food stall, and the owner of the food stall came forward to clear the place.

After a while, another girl with a guitar came and asked a little shyly, "Boss, do you want to order a song for 20 yuan?"

Jiang Xuan looked up, the girl was not stunning, but definitely not ugly, there were a few freckles on the face of the unpainted goose egg, she had a youthful air, and she was actually about the same age as herself.

A pair of denim has been washed a little whitish, and the uppers of the white sneakers can be seen to have obvious wear and tear. It can be seen that the economic conditions are not very good.

It should be a part-time singing student from a nearby university at night. There is an art school in the surrounding area, which belongs to the downtown area. The girls in the art school have many ways to make money, but the efficiency of making money is different.Going to the food stalls to sing for others is a part-time job that most girls in night schools who are a little bit pretty don’t want to do it. The reason is simple: hard work, slow money, and shame.

He noticed this girl just now, not because of lust or anything, there are three or four singing students near the food stall, and she is the one who dresses the most plainly and has the worst business. Once, at a table more than ten meters away, sang Ye Qianwen's "Sorrow for the Passing".

To be honest, his voice is average, and he doesn't sing very well, but he works hard.

"Can Dingxi sing?" Jiang Xuan asked with a smile without looking at the playlist she handed over.

The girl was slightly taken aback, thought for a while, shook her head in a bit of embarrassment, and said embarrassingly, "Why don't you change the song."

"No need to change it." Jiang Xuan took out 20 yuan and handed it to the girl.

The girl was slightly taken aback, 20 yuan is not too much, but earning money from singing is her income from labor, it is not shameful, and if she did nothing and just collected the 20 yuan, it is begging and shameful.

"Take your guitar and use it." Jiang Xuan pointed to the old guitar with a worn-out strap in her arms.

The girl hesitated, took the money, thanked him, and handed the guitar to Jiang Xuan.

Holding the guitar in his arms, Jiang Xuan slightly adjusted the tone.

"Do you know how to do this?" Su Yao and a few girls said unexpectedly. During college, Jiang Xuan was a little expert. He seemed to be able to order and do everything, but he had never seen him play the guitar.

Jiang Xuan smiled, and gently plucked the strings with his fingers, and several naughty notes jumped out.

Listening to the prelude, it is a very cheerful, even cynical piece.

Jiang Xuan's slightly hoarse voice sounded after drinking.

"For so many years you have been walking alone

The rhythm of direction and weather will make you sad

You said you met a bunch of weird people

They all look happier than you

……

How much I want to be as stinky as you, shameless

Sunglasses and expressions are hanging on the face
Wear whatever you want, eat whatever you want, play whatever you want
Love him today and hate him tomorrow

……

I've been walking alone for so many years

Walking behind the back of human nature and Baiyuncanggou

Always thought the answer would appear at the next station

I don't tell you what happened next

......"

Maybe it's because the melody of the song is very unfamiliar, maybe it's because the song is not particularly popular and most people haven't heard it, maybe it's because Jiang Xuan's interpretation is better and the singing is nice, in short, the eyes of the surrounding tables are all attracted attracted.

After a song was sung, there were scattered applause all around. Jiang Xuan returned the guitar to the little freckled girl, stared at her for a while, and said thank you.

This girl was about the same age as Jiang Xuan, but for some reason, it reminded him of when he was 'young'.

Young, for a 23-year-old, is actually a very funny word, but for a 23-year-old orphan, it is a dream that he has always longed for, but never really got.

Because young people can be weak, naive, and have unrealistic fantasies about the future, and make even more unrealistic actions for their own unrealistic fantasies.

Being young is a kind of capital in itself, you can act recklessly, do whatever you want, and laugh at the capital of the whole world.

However, in the first half of the orphan Jiang Xuan's life, or in other words, from the time he became sensible, he never had such capital.

Until today, he has only a little bit of it.

Putting down the guitar, a few girls at the next table who I didn't know boldly came over to ask for a phone number. Jiang Xuan didn't coldly refuse, nor did he flirt to take advantage of it. He smiled and left the phone number of the kindergarten.

"Did you feel that when he sang this song, it was... different from usual?" Zhang Yunyun looked at Jiang Xuan and said to herself.

Several girls were sitting together, and she was talking to herself, but she was actually asking several other girls.

"Very emotional." Lin Qianxiu said.

"It's not as serious as usual." Li Muxue said, "It's a bit different from usual, and it feels lonely."

"It's no different than usual."

Su Yao shook her head and said lightly, "since we knew him, he has been lonely and never changed."

……

……

Jiang Xiaoli is a very contented person, very contented in all aspects.

Although her family is from a rural area, she is very contented and grateful to her parents for being able to go to school in a big city; although the money she earns from singing is not comparable to that of her classmates who go to bars to accompany drinks, she can live according to her own wishes, She is also very contented; although her appearance and singing voice are mediocre in the art school, she may not be able to become popular in the future, or even step into the show business circle, but she feels that as long as she works hard enough, she is also very contented.

Those who are content are often happy, and those who are happy are often lucky.

For example, today, after being "rented a guitar" by that young man, there were several tables of guests in a row who rented her guitar to sing, and earned more than 200 yuan a night. The business was much better than usual, enough for a week's living expenses up.

I was about to put away the guitar and go back to school. Just as I put the guitar flat into the box, I suddenly felt a few thuds coming from the inside of the guitar.

A tiny gold bar.

Jiang Xiaoli was taken aback, and quickly grabbed it in her hand, holding it tightly as if afraid of being seen by others.

Although many people borrowed her guitar today, Jiang Xiaoli was the first to think of the delicate and delicate 'Boss Jiang' who looked about her age but brought a large group of people around.

"Give it to me?" Jiang Xiaoli stared blankly at the little gold bar.

(End of this chapter)