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#On the in-depth relationship between running and singing skills improvement#

Qianzi said: Whoever controls the breath controls the singing.Qianzi said again: Whoever wants to control the breath must first exercise the lung capacity.

Well, the first sentence is not what Qianzi said, it was borrowed by Qianzi from a foreign singer.Regardless of whether you look at it horizontally or vertically, what Qian Xu said is very reasonable, but... getting up early in the morning to run is so fucking tiring!

Facing the rising sun, Qiao Ji ran on the boulevard in the small park, because Qian Xu said jogging was fine, and he didn't put too much load on his body, just ran slowly along the boulevard.Because of this, the elders and aunts who got up early to exercise in the small park saw this familiar young figure and began to greet them enthusiastically: "Young man, you got up very early today!"

Qiao Ji cheered up and returned the same enthusiastic smile: "Yeah, you're pretty early too!"

In fact, when he was called to run, he complained in his heart for the first two days because he was extremely uncomfortable. After getting familiar with it, the air in the small park in the morning was fresh, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and it was only seven o'clock for breakfast after running. A lot, it is completely different from the previous state where one day passed in a daze, it seems that the time is much longer than before.What's more, being able to feel the warm human touch among the neighbors is also an unexpected gain for him. Now that he runs against the rising sun every day, he feels that his whole body is full of positive energy.

When saying hello, he also subconsciously recalled what Qian Xujiao said: use the dantian to make a voice, three inches below the navel... After thinking about it, he was about to measure it with his hands, and when he saw the uncle and aunt in front of him, he hurriedly smiled embarrassedly twice , put your hands down.

Qian Xu suggested that he better find a professional teacher, and he also searched for some teaching videos on the Internet.However, he felt that Qian Xu's explanations were logical and clear, no worse than those professional teachers, and—once he found a professional teacher, how could he have the nerve to ask Qian Xu every day about this and that?

Running and running, the phone in his pocket rang, and when he picked it up, he said, "It's almost time, let's go eat."

"Ah." Qiao Ji held the phone, slowed down his running speed, and gradually changed from running to walking, "Have you eaten yet?"

Qian Xu said: "Eat, I just fed black and white, and I'm going to go to work now. Go and have breakfast, and remember to drink a glass of warm water before opening your voice."

"Yeah! I know." Qiao Ji paused for a moment, then rubbed his toes on the ground and said, "Do you think I'm eating steamed stuffed buns or tofu nao today? I'm a little confused."

He knew that he was just looking for something to say in the legend, but the person on the other end of the current was willing to talk nonsense with him: "Didn't you eat tofu brain yesterday? You can try changing the buns today."

"The steamed stuffed buns in the downstairs of my house are full of vegetables, and there are not many meat stars. It's too bad." Qiao Ji complained.

Qian Xu seemed to think about it for a while, and said: "Indeed, some buns sold are not as delicious as those made at home. In fact, you can also make them yourself. Make them the night before and steam them the next day. "

Qiao Ji said: "I didn't have the habit of eating breakfast before, wait for me to check the recipe how to make it."

Qian Xu said with a smile: "Your cooking is so good, I really want to try it."

Qiao Ji blurted out: "Sure, don't you live in the city next door? It's only a two-hour drive, yes, what, come and play." After talking about it, he stuttered for some reason, and couldn't help it. Keep thinking: Is he that familiar with you?Wouldn't it be too abrupt to just invite people to your home?

In the end, Qian Xu smiled lightly and said, "I'll come when you remember what I look like."

...I agreed not to care about that matter!So it turned out that he was still secretly holding grudges!

Qian Xu had to go to work, so he ended the conversation just by joking.The aunt who was practicing Tai Chi sword vigorously saw him hang up the phone, and asked with a smile, "Girlfriend?"

Qiao Ji scratched his face, his eyes wandered: "No, how is it possible?"

The aunt's eyes lit up, and she regained her spirits: "Oh, don't you have a girlfriend yet?"

Qiao Ji's hands froze, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the aunt's next sentence was: "How old are you this year? What kind of girl do you like? I have a niece who works as a teacher in elementary school. She is quiet and beautiful. Are you interested..."

Is it the obsession of these uncles and aunts to be obsessed with dating every single man and woman they meet!

Qiao Ji was coping with it with a dry smile, not knowing what to do, when suddenly a fragrant wind passed by his side, accompanied by a young girl's voice: "I saw you again, do you wake up so early every day to exercise?"

Qiao Ji followed the voice and saw a young girl wearing a white sportswear and a baseball cap, looking at him with a graceful smile.

"Yeah..." Qiao Ji was a little confused, but she answered politely, "Are you too?"

"Yes, it's really rare to find boys who can consciously exercise these days." The girl said with a smile, "I get up early and run to lose weight, but I'm too lazy to get used to it. I'm afraid I won't be able to persist."

……lose weight?Even though she was wearing sportswear, she could still see the girl's graceful figure. Qiao Ji was thinking aimlessly: Girls are really strict with their figure... Then she heard her next sentence: "I see You have been running on time for several days, do you want to leave a contact information so that we can urge each other?"

Before Qiao Ji could react, he heard the old man next to him smiling to his aunt and said, "You're still introducing someone to others. If they go for a walk, the girl will come by herself. Why do you have to worry about it?"

Qiao Ji didn't realize until now: Is he being accosted by a girl!As soon as he came to his senses, his face immediately flushed red. The girl opposite saw him blushing, her eyes were squinted with joy, and she looked at him without blinking.

Both the uncle and the aunt thought that this was going to happen, but in the end, Qiao Ji blushed and refused in embarrassment: "I, um, I can get up so early because someone calls me every day, so I may not be able to supervise you, sorry. ……sorry."

The girl also showed a look of surprise at the beginning, after hearing Qiao Ji's explanation, although she was disappointed, she had a thoughtful expression: "That's it...you don't have to say sorry, there is nothing to say sorry to me, everyone can forgive me." I understand." She smiled, "I'm going to eat, see you later."

She had a smile on her face, but she walked very fast. Qiao Ji just said "see you" before she ran away.Just like when she came, there was a gust of fragrant wind coming and going.

Qiao Ji stared blankly at the direction she left for a moment, "being accosted by a girl" is a relatively rare event in his nerd life, and he needs to experience it seriously.But when it comes to the history of "being approached", when Qiao Ji was abroad, he was approached several times by tall and burly men. Once his black classmate asked him with a subtle smile, "Would you like to participate?" Their party", Qiao Ji refused after hesitation. Afterwards, other students told him that if he went, he would probably come back full of chrysanthemum injuries——

This brought great shock to the young Qiao Ji, no wonder he was so overshadowed by "being approached" and his first reaction was to refuse.

Also because of certain experiences abroad, he is in a state of "a certain understanding but quite resistance" to the "homosexual" group, so that some subtle feelings that have arisen through the network cable recently... make him feel even more confused and confused. At a loss.

Forget it——Qiao Ji Wangtian: Let's think about what other people look like first.

In the evening, Qiao Ji was standing in the kitchen, cutting ingredients, and looking back at the recipes on his phone from time to time, trying to figure out a simple, delicious and convenient breakfast. At this time, someone called in. His hands were wet, and he squeezed A corner of the phone was caught on the shoulder and answered: "Hello, who is it?"

"Little Qiao, don't you even look at the caller ID!" The other end of the phone was obviously very upset that he was not recognized.

"Bai Xiaolan? I can't spare to chop vegetables." Qiao Ji said, "What's the matter?"

Bai Xiaolan was his bad friend in junior high school. Before Qiao Ji went abroad, the two spent a period of time together in the rural non-mainstream. After Qiao Ji returned from working as a depressed autistic child abroad for four years, he found that this friend had changed completely: Wearing colored contact lenses and lipstick, he has become a gorgeous and trendy cosplay family. When he was in the circle, he even gave away the slightly rustic "small" in his name, turning him into a noble and glamorous Bai Landa.

It was also Bai Xiaolan who introduced him to the Internet circle. At first he wanted to ask Qiao Ji to follow him in the cosplay circle, but Qiao Ji really didn't appreciate the cosplay culture and was not interested in dressing himself up like a flower peacock, so he give up.Hearing that Qiao Ji likes to sing, Bai Xiaolan took him into the singing circle again, introduced him to the songs in the Internet circle, and taught him how to submit articles on the beep station.

Although it was a bad friend, Qiao Ji was very grateful to Bai Xiaolan as the guide who led Qiao Ji into the singing circle - except when this person suddenly had a seizure.

"Come and sing! We are in Jinjing KTV406 private room, waiting for you, come quickly!"

——Like now.

Qiao Ji's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he resisted the urge to beat him up: "Didn't you hear me say I'm cooking? Don't go."

"Okay..." Bai Xiaolan's voice suddenly dropped an octave, "We were singing in a competition, and the loser was fined with a drink. The overall quality of our side is a little bit worse... I don't want you to come here to save the game what?"

As long as there is Bai Xiaolan, a peerless music idiot, then the difference in quality between the two parties will definitely not be a little bit... Qiao Ji complained in his heart, and said: "I can't save you, not to mention my drinking capacity, you don't know."

Recalling the embarrassing incident of being fed up and completely amnesia last time, Qiao Ji suddenly thought that Bai Xiaolan was also present at the party that Qian Xu said he had seen him!Before, he always felt that there was no need to go to the bottom of the matter, but now...he was hesitating whether to ask Bai Xiaolan, but Bai Xiaolan brought it up first:

"That's right, how many drinks did you drink at Manzhan? You fainted, and when you woke up, you hugged the people next to you and talked nonsense, and then you got so bold that you wanted to drink with the fat man. I'll be good, if it wasn't for Qian Xu, I don't know if you'll make it home alive."

"Who are you talking about? Qianxu?!" Qiao Ji's voice was tense, "What does he have to do with me coming home?"

"Of course he was the one who sent you home. You are a big man of 1.8 meters, how can my small body be able to drag you? Dare you forget all about it?"

Qiao Ji was dumbfounded: "It's true, I don't have any impression!"

"You don't have any memory at all?!" Bai Xiaolan sounded more excited than him, "Then you don't remember, you woke up and hugged people, and he sat next to you and asked you to hug his waist. Everyone was about to burst out laughing! Let me tell you, Wow Qianxu is indeed a great god, with a really good temper. At the beginning, he looked like he wanted to beat someone with a black face, but after looking at you twice, he endured it for some reason. Later, we were all drunk, and he proposed to take you home!"

"..." The excessive amount of information made Qiao Ji a little confused, "I, I really don't have any impression... Why didn't you say it earlier? He still followed me on Weibo after he went back, but I didn't notice it. It made him embarrassingly pay attention to him one-way for three months!"

"How do I know that drinking once is like losing your memory?" Bai Xiaolan sighed, "Wow, hearing you say that, I'm starting to sympathize with Qian Xu."

Qiao Ji's hands had been suspended from chopping vegetables for a long time, so he simply wiped his hands clean, and put the phone to his ear: "Then, do you remember what he looked like? Or do you have any photos from that day?"

"There are no photos. There were a lot of people that day, and there were some who were not good looking. Some didn't like being photographed without makeup, so they didn't take any photos at all." Bai Xiaolan said.

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

"What can you look like? Don't men all have one nose and two eyes?" Although Bai Xiaolan is obsessed with wearing colored contact lenses and lipstick, and firmly believes that he is the most handsome man in the entire cosplay world, this does not prevent him from being straight to other men. Aesthetics, "Anyway, that's it."

"Tall, short, fat and thin can always be described, right?"

"Oh, quite tall, even taller than you, about 184 or 5?" Bai Xiaolan tried hard to recall, "Still thin, and the black shirt and black pants he was wearing seemed to be... pretty good?"

"What's the matter with your interrogative sentence?" =_=

"I don't want to admit that other men are handsome, so don't ask if you're upset!"

Qiao Ji: "Retarded."

Bai Xiaolan: "Crazy line."

Qiao Ji: "What kind of Cantonese are you pretending to be? Do you want to fight?"

Bai Xiaolan: "...they told me to sing, I died!"

He and Bai Xiaolan were two bean sprouts swaying in the wind when they were in junior high school. When Qiao Ji came back from abroad, he had grown wildly under the nourishment of imperialism, and Bai Xiaolan's bean sprouts were still swaying in the wind.Although Qiao Ji is also thin and stays at home, his height of 180 is enough to compare Bai Xiaolan of 173 to Zhan Wu.

Hanging up the phone with a complicated mood, Qiao Ji picked up the kitchen knife again, but couldn't concentrate, and once almost cut it.

Qian Xu at the comic exhibition party was still blurred like a shadow, but according to Bai Xiaolan's words, he was able to outline the action route of this shadow - he just sat down at a random place, and was wrapped up by a drunk and hugged his waist Harassment... I finally endured it, and I had to listen to the drunk man muttering nonsense... Finally, he showed kindness and offered to send the drunk man home, and took him back with painstaking efforts...

Then, it was one-way attention for three months, and after three months, I heard the drunk say, "I don't remember."

Qiao Ji stopped chopping vegetables, washed and dried her hands again, and sat down to send a penguin message to Qianxu—why not a phone call or a voice message?He is cowardly!

Zhiqiu: "I'm really sorry."

Zhiqiu: "I haven't been able to think of you before. I just heard from my friend today. I still owe you a thank you... and I'm sorry."

Qianxu's dialog box kept showing "typing", but it took two or three minutes before Qiao Ji saw his reply message:

"...Don't be so polite, am I not your brother now? I didn't tell you before, but it wasn't to whet your appetite. It's really this matter...you remember it well, and it's hard for me to say if you don't."

After reading this, Qiao Ji understood him so well, it would be impossible for him to say: I was hugged by you, you relied on me to talk nonsense, and I sent you home with kindness, but you don't remember me! ...It sounds like you are asking for responsibility, so gay!

Zhiqiu: "I didn't know it before, but now that I know it, I must make amends! Tell me, let me be your cow or horse, anything!"

Qian Xu: "...Really?"

Zhiqiu: "...well, don't slap your face..."

Qian Xu: "^_^, what are you doing now?"

Qiao Ji didn't know that he was talking about compensation, Qian Xu suddenly asked him what he was doing or what he was planning to do, but he still answered honestly: "Wash and chop vegetables, I'm going to make dinner for tonight and tomorrow morning."

Qian Xu: "I also want to learn to cook by myself recently, can you live broadcast cooking for me to learn?"

With the advanced level of modern technology, most of the recipes and detailed steps can be found in the next APP, and many of them are even accompanied by clear videos, but Qianxu seems to automatically ignore these, asking him to be a self-taught "student abroad" "Teach him to cook...

Suddenly, for no reason, Qiao Ji remembered a conversation he had with Qian Xu not long ago:

——Qian Xu: "Want to know why I help you so much? It's actually very simple."

—— Zhiqiu: "Huh? Seriously, why, I really want to know..."

——Qian Xu: "I control my face."

Zhiqiu: "No"

Because my palms were sweating, my hands slipped, and I sent out a sentence before I finished typing.

Zhiqiu: "No problem!"

...the second time there was an extra call.

Qiao Ji sat alone in the brightly lit kitchen, silently covering her face.

If it was a comic scene, if you look far away at this time, you might still be able to see clouds of shameful steam coming out of his head.