Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 397
"Great."

Jiang Yang is proud, "My band."

Wu Xiu raised his voice: "Does your wife know?"

Jiang Yang: "Songs written and composed by my wife—"

"Oh shit!"

Wu Xiu is jealous, the idol actually allows his husband to be so unruly!
Her mother is far behind the Great Demon King.

He quarreled with his mother today because of these.

He had to be who she thought he would be, without any deviant ways.

And then around her, it was as if nothing was right, not a single good word was said.

Especially in the rehearsal of the drama, if he didn't do what she wanted, she insisted on correcting him.If he insists on not doing what she wants, just wait, don't fail, once you fail, you will see her sneering here, "Look, I said it already" and other negative words.

"This math is definitely taught by the physical education teacher!"

Wuxiu sometimes felt that he couldn't breathe.

They greeted Jiang Yang one by one.

"also."

Gangzi sent Jiang Yang to the car, watched Teacher Wen drive away before walking back.

Jiang Yang: "OK."

The comments below include those who comment on the song, and those who are jealous that Jiang Yang can enjoy the new song of the Great Demon King to himself.

As expected of a doctor, Zhuang Qi opened his mouth and came.

The third brother and the others chased Jiangyang, but Zhuang Qi still stood up, "You guys continue to perform, I'll see him off."

"Haha, the Great Demon King is still the same!"

It's nice to have someone care about you.

Zhuang Qi was convinced, "I don't understand what you nodded."

But Gangzi felt like crying.

He turned his head and patted Wu Xiu on the shoulder, "Look at the treatment offered by our repertory theater company. It is specially equipped with a doctor of psychology to care about the mental health of employees."

He routinely walked to the chair outside the bar where the plaid shirt girl sang and sat down.

So much so that Gangzi's eyes turned red in an instant.

Wu Xiu felt that Zhuang Qi deserved to be a doctor of psychology.

Wu Xiu ignored them and looked at the unruly people on the stage.

If there is such a day, his life must be colorful——

"What kind of wine do you drink at a young age?"

A little hoarse.

Jiang Yang nodded, "I don't understand."

She took a puff of a cigarette and looked at the glass window of the bar, "You still smoke if you have a heart condition?"

"Is this the new song of the Great Demon King? The lyrics are so poignant."

Wu Xiu was surprised, this is indeed the only one.

Gangzi watched her, went in, went on stage, picked up the microphone, and smiled at him.

But after thinking about it, Wu Xiu found it very difficult again. There is a big devil behind Jiang Yang.

Gangzi was a little bored without seeing the plaid shirt, so he lit a cigarette, took out his phone and looked through it, and happened to see the tweet sent by Koi Studio.

Wu Xiu was watching from the side, this is really sad, this band is the center of attention of the entire bar audience on the stage, but now the center of their attention is Jiang Yang, and when they greeted each other, the concern from the heart, It made Wu Xiu very envious.

After leaving the bar, he stood at the door and said, "I'll go, just turn around."

"true and false?"

Jiang Yang is currently the only one who dares to poach him in the face of Jingyi, a leading drama troupe, so he came to Jiang Yang.

Gangzi exhaled a smoke ring.

He went back again, seeing Wu Xiuxiu in a daze, Zhuang Qi smiled, "Do you envy Jiang Yang?"

He wanted to be someone like Jiang Yang.

Wu Xiu's mentality suddenly collapsed.

He loves his mother, but he must leave Jingyi, get rid of her influence, and defeat her, otherwise he will live under her shadow forever.

"Big Demon King, punish him for not drinking Coke for a week!!"

"Even if you're not lucky, you're just a human being. Cherish the people and things in front of you, and let everything go as it pleases—this lyrics really touched me."

Then--

Zhuang Qi turned on the phone and asked Wu Xiu to watch it.

He suddenly thought of what Jiang Yang had said during the day.

After listening to Jiang Yang's arrangement, the third brother patted his chest and promised to take good care of Wu Xiu.

Gangzi felt that his eyes were a little wet, and he raised his head to look at the starry sky. Although he couldn't see a single star because of the light pollution, he felt that the sky was as bright as a river of stars at the moment, and there was a little prince living on a planet that was turning into a star. The one and only one.

He should thank Jiang Yang.

Zhuang Qi nodded.

Although this doctor of psychology is sick himself.

"Damn it! With the knife in hand, killing Jianggou, I'm so jealous, the big devil actually only sings to him!"

The third brother and the others stopped at this moment. Although the audience kept shouting "encore" and "one more song", the third brother still apologized, "take a break", they put down their instruments and left the stage, While thanking the audience, he walked over.

He turned his head to see the plaid shirt sitting there, just exhaling a smoke ring.

She stretched out her hand, "Where's the cigarette?"

"You want to die early."

"Jiang Ye!"

He is like a person without color, insignificant.

Because there are quite a lot of pedestrians coming and going, he turned on the sound a bit loudly, and held his mobile phone to his ear to listen.

"Didn't you see that the Great Demon King forgot his words again?"

Someone snatched the cigarette held between his fingers.

"This kid is quite enviable."

Koi Studio’s Tuitui posted a video before get off work. In the video, Jiang Yang was sitting on the sofa, watching Li Qingning play the guitar. What the hell?"

"I--"

He slapped himself in front of his mother, calling himself wrong.

What he expected from his mother was this kind of love.

"Death of a Social Animal" is a script he wrote. His mother read it and gave some opinions. Wu Xiu was useless, and then lost today. With his cold face and sarcasm, and him buying a mobile phone and transferring money, these few days Things come together like a storm.

"CPTSD."

He hits play.

She couldn't help but patted his head, "It's still the same as before, boring donkey, thinking about letting others guess. What do you think of your big devil's husband? If I hadn't listened to the new song that the big devil gave to her husband, I would feel good." Duo, even if you stay outside for a lifetime, I don't bother to talk to you."

Zhuang Qi: "Come on, don't make Teacher Wen wait."

"A rare guest."

"Let's go, why are you in a daze?"

she went in.

In order to support Jiang Yang, she also wrote these weird songs, and behind him, there was only his mother who kept denying him.

The plaid shirt read softly: "It's too easy to miss, and it's too late to love... Happiness will pass by and I can't say love anymore. A word of love needs to be in time... How many seconds does it take to embrace what I love... Huh , Great Demon King wrote really well."

Zhuang Qi: "I'll find a street lamp to hang you up later."

Gangzi shook his head.

A woman sat next to him and didn't dislike his saliva at all.

The plaid shirt is not there, another singer is singing, probably not on her side.

This kind of loneliness, as if he tried to tell a joke, but no one cared about the joke at all.

Plaid Shirt looked back at him.

How he wished that someone could sing a song for Jiang Yang like the Great Demon King sang for Jiang Yang.

Gangzi is a northerner who can't understand Cantonese.

The plaid shirt stubbed out his cigarette butt and stood up, "It's my turn to take the stage."

Jiang Yang turned around to beckon to Wu Xiu, walked across the table to Zhuang Qi, Zhuang Qi pulled up a high stool, and asked Jiang Yang to sit down, Jiang Yang introduced them to each other, and then talked about Wu Xiu's situation .

His life is taking on color.

Jiangyang——

Jiang Yang looked at the colorful wine they brought over, "I still want to have a sip."

The voice was both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Oh."

She glanced at the stick, "Why are you still crying?"

there.

Zhuang Qi looked at the slap marks on Wu Xiu's face. This is a classic case and the most common case of depression, "Leave it to me."

The woman smiled, looked at the sky, and listened to the song on his mobile phone, "Do you know what the lyrics are about?"

"Come alone?"

"Let him feel the wrath of the Demon King!"

Gangzi's throat was a little tight, and he couldn't make a sound, so he tried again, "I'm listening to the song, I listen to it."

Hong Shan: "Yes, go back quickly."

But it can be heard that this is a song that is a little gentle, a little sad, and a little emotional. Let Gangzi sit by the river, blowing the autumn wind, and the lights rippling on the water, making him feel lonely like never before.

The plaid shirt was stuffed into his pocket, "Shut less."

Gangzi handed the plaid shirt the cigarette case he had taken from the third brother, and then the lighter.

"how did it get here?"

Plaid Shirt raised his head, took another puff of the cigarette, and after exhaling the smoke ring, he began to sing softly.

The wind blew by the river, blowing her hair and aging his face.

The only thing Wu Xiu envied Jiang Yang was that he could tell Li Qingning that he had drunk Coke openly, without any cover-up, without worrying about the big devil getting angry, and even begging for concern.

"2333, two cans rounded to zero."

Jiang Yang: "You know I don't understand and you still don't speak Mandarin. Be careful, I'll deduct your full attendance. It's five hundred!"

But he still explained, "a kind of complex trauma and stress disorder. People who have been humiliated and suppressed for a long time, they will keep playing the words of their parents denying themselves in their minds, and then use the same words to humiliate themselves and make themselves It creates severe shame, which leads to further self-loathing and self-harm."

Without Jiang Yang, there would be no song sung to Jiang Yang by the Great Demon King.

The Jiang family couple showed their affection, and he followed suit.

Jiang Yang also made him colorful.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Yang: "Master Jiang, sincerely, I thank you eighteen generations of ancestors!! In the future, when you come to the store, all orders will be free, except for Coke!"

(End of this chapter)