Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

27 years passed with a snap of the fingers.

When Meng's father and mother passed away, Lan Huai cried and passed out on the side of the bed. When he woke up, he was placed on the bed. He rubbed his red and swollen eyes and went out with the funeral procession. Meng Nie walked in front and looked back. He, then held out his hand to him.

Lan Huai has learned a lot over the years, but due to his nature, he still looks no different from a 15-year-old boy.

Lan Huai held Meng Nie's hand, and the two walked side by side in front of the funeral procession.

The two old men went one after the other, less than a day apart. Meng Nie was not there when they went, only Lan Huai was around the bed, and Father Meng was still talking to Lan Huai before he left: "I don't know if he is Not my son, but I know, you are definitely not my grandson."

Lan Huai looked at him stupidly, not knowing what to do. He was peeling peas at the time, and the turquoise was very beautiful between his snow-white fingers.

Father Meng laughed and didn't continue to say anything.

Over the years, the faces of Mengnie and Lanhuai have not changed at all. They are the same as the day they entered the door for the first time. People in the village are actually curious about them. Father Meng once tried to talk to them, but everyone found out , as long as you want to say something about these two people, your voice will become hoarse, as if blocked by something.

Meng's father and mother didn't know where they came from, but it was always a joy to have children and grandchildren in front of them, even though Lan Huai's age made him not look like Meng Nie's son.

The old man secretly said at night that maybe his son had died a long time ago, and now he came back to repay their kindness.

They are more superstitious, and this is trustworthy.

But no matter what, the son who came back from the ground is also their son, they still treat Mengnie wholeheartedly, and express their joy for his willingness to come back.

They never asked where Lan Huai's mother was, nor did they joke about it.

So Lan Huai felt that they might have known these things from the beginning, and Meng Nie and his father knew each other well.

The coffin was lowered heavily, and the soil gradually covered it. Lan Huai knelt down and burned paper in the brazier, his eyes were swollen like peaches.

Mengnie's cultivation has improved a lot over the years. At least, he doesn't have to worry about being struck by lightning when he is in the same time with another self.

On the first seven days of the old man, Meng Nie came to say goodbye to his parents, and met himself in the yard. The scenes of these years flashed through his mind quickly, and he showed a smile.

"You're back."

His tone was a bit nostalgic, but he didn't hear it at all.

They fought from the ground to the sky, and then fought back again. During the fight, Meng Nie Fang felt how weak he was back then.

Weak ones, he can easily crush them to death with one finger.

No wonder those gods always wanted to kill him.

How dare a mere cultivation base be so arrogant?He suddenly understood why those gods always looked down on him back then.

Without Lan Huai, he might really have died in the Immortal City, or the Misty Pavilion of the Nine Heavens.

He laughed even more, his smile made himself even angrier back then, and Mengnie could understand all his thoughts.

When the boy's voice came, they stopped, and he went back to his side, pinching his angry flushed face.

Clearly, he was after what had thrown him at the hotel that night to come here alone.

Meng Nie hugged him into his arms.

Over the years, Lan Huai has been spoiled by him.

"Are we going to live in another world?"

Lan Huai remembered that he had promised himself this way.

Meng Nie nodded: "But for now, we have to correct the time back."

On the No.20 day after returning to the finals, Lan Huai looked at the room full of immortality, feeling as if he had passed away.

He blankly thought about everything in his memory, feeling like a small boat in the torrent of time, and his master, that flood, rushed him here and there.

In the past 27 years, he has accompanied the two old people wholeheartedly, and only the master is his only audience, but now that he is back here, he finds that he starts to miss the stage again.

He ran over to sit in Mengnie's arms, and kissed him hard: "Can I still sing?"

"anytime."

Lan Huai cheered, he turned around and said, "Is everything settled?"

"At present, it seems that we have jumped out of that cycle." Meng Nie also wanted to talk to Liu Jie about these things.

Lan Huai threw himself into his arms again, rubbed against him, and said, "It's like a dream, the starting point of the dream is the moment when the demon found me."

Lan Huai suddenly asked, "Where's the demon spirit?"

"It was destroyed." Meng Nie said, "If you like, I can let Liu Jie make a system that exists just to please you."

Lan Huai blinked, Meng Nie immediately pressed his lips: "Forget it, I regret it again."

He pursed his lips and bit his finger.

Mengnie hugged him onto his lap, and kissed his forehead lightly: "It's enough to have me."

Lan Huai blushed again, he ran down, typing on the keyboard skillfully like so many young people who have lived in this world for a long time: "Long time no see in the world."

Mengnie didn't stop him.

Lan Huai quickly ran back to hug Mengnie, like a child acting like a spoiled child to his parents, "I feel like I can hardly remember these things."

Mengnie patted his head, and Lan Huai pillowed his cheek on his knee.

After returning back, Meng Nie discovered that Lan Huai had received emails from several record companies, to the effect that they wanted to sign him, and the conditions seemed to be good, and one company promised that as long as Lan Huai was willing, he could hold a concert by himself this winter.

But these few... Papa Meng said that they all look down on them.

All of this is beyond the scope of Lan Huai's thinking. He is using recording software to sing, and he is very happy to record it for himself.

Meng Nie did not expect that he would receive an email from Jin Ming. He introduced a company to Lan Huai. It was a record company belonging to the Jin family.

Mengnie looked at the email and replied: "Is this the compensation you said?"

He was referring to the accident at the scene that day, which resulted in Lan Huai's lowest score.

Jin Ming replied quickly: "If you think so, you can be."

"May I know who the contestants supported by the Jin family this year are?"

It took Jin Ming a while to reply: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Let me guess... Could it be your younger brother? Jin Dorya, who is known as a talented singer in Russia?"

Meng Nie rubbed his chin and looked at the screen, waiting for Jin Ming's reply, reached out and took out a cigarette, before putting it in his mouth, Lan Huai took it away and threw it aside, "Stinky."

He always evaluates it that way.

Meng Nie glanced at him helplessly, and found that Jin Ming had sent a message: "In short, Lan Huai's ability is still far from the competition."

now it's right.

This is the reason why Jin Ming refused at first, because promoting Jin Duoerya on the world stage will bring him good benefits no matter whether he wins or loses, and no one will praise someone who has never met before.Meng Nie smiled and said, "Good luck."

He looked at Lan Huai.

Just as Jin Ming would want to promote Jin Duoerya on the world stage, he would also want to promote Lan Huai in this way, and he will spare no effort for this.

Meng Nie snapped his fingers and contacted Liu Jie.

This guy Liu Jie has been cultivating immortals at home since he came back from the high-dimensional world. He is dizzy and daydreaming all day long, and he laughs at everyone before he speaks. His personality is even worse than before.

After receiving Mengnie's call, he rushed over without stopping.

This weird space aroused his curiosity, he looked around and said, "Boss, can I rent a room with you?"

"Yes." Meng Nie said: "But before that, I want you to do one thing for me."

"what's up?"

Lan Huai found that many people asked him to post an advertisement on Weibo in private. The first thing he saw was an advertisement for an electric kettle. Lan Huai thought about it based on his 28 years of experience in life, and replied: "You post Let me use one."

Some people asked him to endorse the mask, saying that they wanted to print his beautiful face on it. Lan Huai was very interested in this, and quickly asked, "Can you take a picture for me?"

"Of course, our company will make you a big three-dimensional figure brand, and put it in the counters of major shopping malls."

Lan Huai asked for Meng Nie's opinion, and the latter said coldly, "No."

Lan Huai rolled his eyes, stroked his chin and asked, "Is the master afraid that someone will snatch me away?"

Meng You smiled, "Too little reading."

Lan Huai knew the second half of the sentence, and Meng Nie always liked to say that about him.He turned back dissatisfied, and replied angrily: "Teacher Meng is not willing."

Then he closed the private message.

Meng Nie had the idea of ​​sending Lan Huai to school back then, but in the end he left him at home to teach by himself.

He taught Lan Huai to write by hand, stroke by stroke.Although it is still ugly in Mengnie's eyes after so many years of writing, at least it is much better than separating his own words.

Lan Huai sat down at the table to write, he still didn't have much talent, Meng Nie glanced at him lightly, then walked over and held his hand again: "If you want to hold the pen like this, you are wrong again."

Lan Huai pursed her lips and snickered.

In fact, he did it on purpose, but his always smart master would be fooled every time, which made the little mentally handicapped proud.

Meng Nie glanced at his expression, and suddenly pressed his buttocks: "The tail is wagging so happily? What's the bad idea?"

Lan Huai was suspicious, he didn't wag his tail!

In fact, he didn't know why Simengnie was so cautious, he just followed the trend.

Who makes him always so easy to satisfy.

To be honest, Meng Nie always felt that he should be awarded a "Beloved Mentally Retarded Award" when he looked at his face like "my son's IQ is the best in the world".

He chuckled out loud.

Lan Huai immediately turned to look at him, with a strange expression on his face, "Why are you laughing?"

"Be moved by yourself."

"Oh."

Lan Huai gave him another strange look.

Meng Nie quickly kissed him on the cheek, which was fine, but Lan Huai was not such a master.

He threw away the pen, leaned forward and hugged Mengnie, pouted for him to kiss.

"Write well." Meng Nie let go of him, heard a voice from outside, opened the door and saw that it was Liu Jie and Xi Jing.

"What? Didn't I tell you to go back directly?"

Xi Jing stepped forward and handed him a document. Meng Nie opened it and laughed suddenly: "40.00% shares of Brilliant Group? How did you get it?"

Liu Jie said: "In short, we have the capital to support Lan Huai."

Meng Nie nodded, looked at Lan Huai who was secretly looking at him, then closed the door and walked out.

Xi Jing asked, "When shall we go back?"

"After the competition." Meng Nie said: "You can go back first."

"Can't you stay?"

"better not."

Xi Jing nodded and left without looking back.

"Boss, what are we doing now? Do we want to destroy this world?" Liu Jie was eager to try.

"Did you know that the competition 30 years ago was famous?"

"Of course, the gambler's orgies are always talked about."

"Then next year's spring may be the last time."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want everyone to give 'all' worth to this feast."

Liu Jie was stunned, then scratched his head and said, "Impossible, no one would do that...the bosses of these consortia are smart people, they are not real gamblers."

"Fang Hun will turn them into real gamblers."

Mengnie returned the document to him, and said, "If we take our capital, we may be able to double it hundreds of times."

"It's a little crazy..." Liu Jie murmured, and he shook his fist violently: "Unexpectedly excited, ha!"