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Chapter 242 A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles
Zhang Ye carried Liu Wenyun on his shoulders until he arrived at the karaoke room, and then let her go.After asking Miss Yun to finish on the sofa, Zhang Ye turned around and turned on the accompaniment tape next to him.

And what was released inside was the accompaniment of Xi Hai's love song. When the accompaniment sounded, Zhang Ye also closed his eyes and began to brew feelings.

Regarding the fact that he is a swordsman, Zhang Ye actually didn't plan to hide it from Liu Wenyun, but this girl usually doesn't pay much attention to things in the entertainment industry.She didn't ask Zhang Ye, so she didn't say anything. Now that she asked, he didn't intend to hide it from Liu Jianyun.

As the prelude to Xihai's love song sounded, Zhang Ye's voice changed, and a vague and hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

Although little sister Liu had already guessed in her heart, and Zhang Ye carried her into the singing room, which further confirmed what she thought, but when Zhang Ye really sang the sound of knife and knife, Liu Wenyun was still surprised. mouth.

This kind of shock was far stronger than the shock brought by Zhang Ye's imitation of a female voice on the show just now!

Intoxicated by this strong singing voice, Liu Yanyun couldn't extricate herself for a while. After all, the singing voice in the recording studio was not as real as the live singing.And this was the first time Zhang Ye sang in front of outsiders with the singing voice of Dao Dao, and Zhang Ye devoted himself to it for a while.

Looking at Zhang Ye's charming figure, Liu Wenyun felt even more fascinated.She found that the more she understood Zhang Ye, the less she could see through him.Because Zhang Ye seemed to be changing every moment.

From the very beginning, the young boy conquered the audience with his culinary skills.Later on, he hosts shows and writes stories, and writes songs for variety shows on filming, etc. Even if he just knows the same thing, it is good.

But what about Zhang Ye?He seems to know everything, and now even singing is so powerful, for a while, Sister Liu felt surrounded by a sense of happiness.

Thinking that during the day, Sister Du was still guessing which girl would be favored by a talented man like Zhang Ye, Liu Wenyun's heart became even sweeter.

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The two of Zhang Ye were still tired, so this night was naturally a happy one.But Mr. Fu Calligraphy is very hard, because he has some insomnia.

Lao Fu, who didn't sleep well all night, hurried to Guanghua early the next morning without even having breakfast.

As soon as they arrived at the company, they first handed over the manuscript newly sent by Zhang Ye to the editors under him, and asked them to typeset, correct typos, and polish some details.After arranging all the tasks, Fu Shushu rushed to Yan Chunwang's office without stopping for a moment.

Yan Chunwang has been very angry recently. Before attending the symposium, Luo Bin gave him a lot of connotations. It was not a big deal at first, but who would have thought that this grandson didn't talk about martial arts, and the connotation was not over yet, and he even secretly spread it around.

This made Yan Chunwang a little unbearable. As a result, it had been almost a week since the call for short essays was sent out. Although there were quite a few respondents, the manuscripts he received did not catch his eyes very much.The most important thing is that Guanghua writes realistic authors, and Xinliu authors usually don't really write too much literary things.

After all, magazines or books are aimed at the general public, and they are not intended to be used as teaching materials.

"Could it be that someone surnamed Luo saw the joke? Do you think that writers like me, Guanghua, are not worthy of being called cultural people?" The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more he couldn't help thinking about it, and then Yan Chunwang made a bad face.

Just when Old Yan was making a bad face, Fu Shufa ran in with a happy face.

Seeing that Fu Shushu entered the door with a happy face and didn't even knock on the door, Lao Yan became even angrier. Just when he was about to give Fu Shufa a good knock, Lao Fu's words made him dumbfounded.

"Old Yan, this is Zhang Ye's short story for this essay contest, please read it!"

Seeing the happy expression on Fu Shushu's face, and hearing that the manuscript was written by Zhang Ye, Yan Chunwang's first feeling was to play the piano indiscriminately!

Zhang Ye is a writer who writes about supernatural beings. He has nothing to do with traditional literature, but now he is participating in the short story competition. Are you sure he's not kidding himself?

"I've finished watching the short film. I really have nothing to say about it. It's great!" Seeing Yan Chunwang's suspicious eyes, Fu Shufa quickly explained.

With deep doubts, Yan Chunwang still chose to believe in one-time Fu calligraphy, and he opened Zhang Ye's "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles".The story of this short article is also very simple. It tells about a noodle restaurant in the north of the Great New Year.

Because it was late, the noodle shop was empty.However, at this moment, a mother brought her two sons to eat noodles. Although three people came, the mother timidly ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

The boss and the proprietress were very puzzled, but they agreed instead.Thinking that the financial conditions of the mother and son were not very good, they kindly turned up the fire and secretly served them a bowl of noodles in the kitchen.

The mother and the child share a bowl, you take a bite, I take a bite, very modest.They were very happy and satisfied.

And on the second New Year's Eve, the mother and son came again, and they still ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

On the third New Year's Eve, the mother and son came again.But this time they ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles.While waiting, the mother and son talked about their lives.It turned out that the father of the two boys died in a traffic accident and was in debt to eight people during his lifetime.

The mother can only use the pension to pay off the debt.The two sons are very considerate of their mother. The eldest son sells newspapers to help his mother repay the debts of the eight people.As for the youngest son, he helps his mother cook, cook, wash clothes, and do housework.

In order not to affect his mother's work, the elder brother asked for leave without telling her mother, and went to his younger brother's school to hold a parent-teacher meeting instead of her mother.In this way, the three of them worked together to pay off the debt.

The proprietress was very touched by the story of the mother and son. On the fourth year's New Year's Eve, the proprietress closed early to wait for the mother and son.It's just that this time, the mother and son did not arrive. For more than ten years, the boss and the boss's wife have been waiting for them, but they have never been seen.

The story of the mother and son was also told by the boss and the boss's wife to the local people.The tables and chairs that the mother and son sat on have been kept in the center of the noodle shop.The boss's business is very good, and the store has expanded.

But many years have passed, and the mother and son never came to the store again.Until 14 years later, on another New Year's Eve, the mother and son came to the noodle shop.They were richly dressed and looked very rich.

This time, the three of them ordered three bowls of Yangchun noodles, and the customers in the store applauded and applauded for the mother and son...

The story is very short, and Yan Chunwang finished it in a short time.After reading Zhang Ye's short article, Yan Chunwang couldn't help but slap his thigh!With his literary attainments, it is natural to see that the literary foundation of this essay is not bad.

And this is also an article that can be used in elementary school texts!
"Is this really Zhang Ye's work?" After reading this essay, Yan Chunwang couldn't help looking at Fu Shushu and asked.

(End of this chapter)