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Chapter 13 Teacher Liu He's bosom friend? !

Xue Liang stood upright at the door of the practice room, repeatedly recalling many details in Jiang Yi's mind when he sang Sky Qing Hai Kuo just now.

After he went back, he sang it over and over again, and finally found out that the song was good, but he couldn't reach Jiang Yi's level at all!

When I went back to practice, I always felt that something was not quite right. Jiang Yi’s voice sang repeatedly lingering in his ears. The more he sang, the more upset he became. What to compare with him?
Distraught, he pushed open the door and walked to the door of Jiang Yi's practice room.

I just heard Jiang Yi sing the last two times, there are not too many small details in those two times!
Xue Liang, who thought he couldn't sing well before, was suddenly enlightened and inspired!
There was a strange light in his eyes in the darkness.

Jiang Yi was on the way home, but he didn't know that his inspiration and hard work had already been missed by a dung beetle.

Even if you know, so what?
He was thinking about whether it was time for him to change houses.

Although the house provided by the General Political Department looked passable, it only met the basic conditions of life. A small room, except for sleeping in it, could not be stretched out.

He has never been a person who looks forward and backward, and is careful to save money.

If you can have the strength to give yourself a better life, why not?
Just do it, lie back on the bed and open the renting software.

In a big city like city a, there are still a lot of listings on the rental software, and there is no need to spend a lot of time running around the city to look at the houses.

He still has more than 20 yuan in his card, so he doesn't have to think about buying a house, but it's easy to rent a better house.

After picking and choosing, I finally chose one. The greenery is excellent and the sunshine is sufficient...

In short, it is a very suitable community for the elderly.

Two bedrooms and one living room are enough for Jiang Yi. One bedroom and one is used as a study. The house is well-decorated and equipped with all kinds of furniture and electrical appliances. Jiang Yi is quite satisfied with it.

And if nothing else, this place should be able to live for a long time before he can afford to buy a house.

Compared with the crowded, decayed and light-tight room now, it's not a star!
Even if he had money in hand, he couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the rent.

At this price...you can make a down payment in a second-tier city for a year.

It seems that there is still a long way to go before buying a house in City A.

I thought so in my heart, but I didn't hesitate at the time of payment. I directly signed the electronic contract and paid the rent.

The room he looked at was three-pay-two, which meant that he had to pay five months' rent at a time.

In a blink of an eye, more than half of his remaining 20 yuan went down.

Looking at the few tens of thousands of dollars left, Jiang Yi felt as if a hole had been hollowed out in his heart, and a cold wind poured in.

He gritted his teeth and gasped.

Quickly throwing away the phone, blocking out distracting thoughts, and carefully observing the music score.

The audition for CCTV is scheduled for next Thursday, and there are only five days left, not to mention that he plans to move tomorrow and hand over to the agency, so there is even less time left.

People have to keep climbing, and if they stay in one position for a long time, they will inevitably regress.

What's more, Jiang Yi has always been a person who will never give up in order to achieve his goal.

It's okay if he didn't have a chance before, but now that the olive branch has been thrown out, and with the huge benefits of the system, if he doesn't catch it well, then he really deserves to die!

In order not to waste time, I contacted the intermediary directly before moving, and placed an order for cleaning before moving in.

As for the so-called moving later...

For him, the Zongzheng's house is just a place to stay.

There are not many things, except for some books about music and common daily necessities, I didn't bring anything.

After moving to his new home, Jiang Yi began to retreat, and began to carefully polish this song.

In the past two days, Zhang Meigui found that her wife often sat on the balcony, often sitting all afternoon, not knowing what she was doing.

Suspicious, she carried the fruit and walked to the balcony, talking as she walked.

"Why haven't I seen you thinking about your song these two days?"

Halfway through Zhang Meigui's speech, Teacher Liu He raised those surprisingly bright eyes, and raised his hand nervously to interrupt!
Zhang Meigui was taken aback by that urgent look.

He froze there in a panic, not daring to move.

The balcony became quiet again, and soon Teacher Zhang heard a melodious singing from downstairs.

The bel canto singing style is grand and vast, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a bit of emptiness and loneliness.

Then look at the intoxicated and obsessed expression on my wife's face, and I feel clear and relaxed.

He stepped forward and put the orange in his hand on the coffee table.

Then sat next to him, quietly listening to the singing from downstairs.

Even if Zhang Meigui learned dance when he was young, he could tell that the singers downstairs had a solid foundation. As the singing poured out, the vast and lonely scenes stood before his eyes one after another.

When the song ended, Zhang Meigui felt a little dazed.

After waiting for a long time, the singer seemed to have no intention of continuing to sing, so Teacher Liu He let out a long breath.

"Huh!" The excitement on his face was hard to hide.

"You sing really well." The little old man took a sip of his tea happily.

When putting down the teacup, he glanced at the old wife who was still in a daze, and laughed loudly.

"This song is nice!"

Only then did Zhang Meigui come back to her senses, and then heard it again.

"Do you know who made up the tune he sang?" the old man over half a century old said confidently while basking in the sun.

The corner of Zhang Meigui's mouth twitched, and she rolled her eyes inappropriately on her face that had been baptized by the years but was still full of charm.

"I'm not blind."

"Your embarrassing expression can be seen by everyone, right?"

Liu He suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahaha."

"How is it? Is the song well written?"

As soon as he heard Xianle's ears, he knew for a while that the songs he created could be interpreted and sung so well, the little old man happily drank several cups of tea.

That feeling is no different from Boya who is good at drums and qin, Zhong Ziqi who is good at listening, high mountains and flowing water, and finding a bosom friend.

The appearance of the old urchin was not at all serious as he was in the general administration.

Zhang Meigui was noncommittal.

"But your previous song hasn't been released yet?"

"Why did the one downstairs start singing first?" She wondered.

Liu He smacked his lips when he heard the words: "Tsk, it's not that the candidate who was selected earlier ran away because of something. I was so angry that my mouth was blistered for several days."

"Now the station is preparing to re-select people."

"Hey! Fortunately, there is a better one!"

"Otherwise, a bunch of people who can't make it to the stage will really piss me off."

Teacher Zhang heard the words and remembered the old man's gloomy face all day two days ago, so he understood.

"That's a coincidence, we live downstairs."

Liu He nodded: "It seems that no one has been downstairs before, fate!"

He leaned back on the rocking chair and closed his eyes, resting his hands on the armrests, tapping the melody of the blue sky and the sea with his fingers.

Changed from his usual irritability, he looked satisfied.

Zhang Meigui laughed in her heart, said no more, turned around and went back to the house.

So, without Jiang Yi's knowledge.

Every time he practiced his voice and tunes on the balcony.

Someone will move a small bench or drag a rocking chair, and listen upstairs, shaking, without missing a single time, so pleasant.

Thursday is here in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yi packed up early in the morning, got up early, and took a taxi to the Central Taiwan Building.

Looking at the magnificent building that belongs exclusively to the Central Tower, Jiang Yi's heart was agitated.

After so many hours of repeated tempering, the song Tian Qing Hai Kuo had already been engraved in his mind, and the closer he was to the selection, the calmer he became without any panic at all.

He strode into the lobby, but he didn't expect to meet a familiar person at the elevator entrance.

(End of this chapter)