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Liu Miao also showed loyalty to send friends downstairs. Although the elders only came to the door, Wu Heyu was still enthusiastic: "Does Jing Xing still eat meatballs?"

"Anything else?" Yang Jingxing really opened his mouth and laughed, "You didn't say it earlier."

Liu Miao had a bad face: "You can't ask if you don't have a long mouth?"

"There's no one coming to beg for food on the second day of the first lunar month." Yang Jingxing was even more dissatisfied: "I've looked at the kitchen so many times and you didn't understand it!"

The elder still blamed Yang Jingxing on his daughter's side, who is being polite?Liu Chiwei and Wu Heyu went into the kitchen and started a fire. Do you want boiled or fried?

Yang Jingxing chose to cook it. He ate a bit greasy these two days, so don't eat too much, ten or eight is enough.

Sitting down again, Xia Xue looked at the time: "Nine twenty-four."

Yang Jingxing wasn't satisfied yet: "Tune the channel and watch it again."

"It's terrible." Liu Miao didn't bother to move: "...to whitewash the peace."

Yang Jingxing took the trouble: "We must look at the problem dialectically..."

"Sophistry!" Liu Miao was really excited: "The shameless and vicious words of the hypocrite ruler!"

Yang Jingxing could only beg Xia Xue: "When will Miaomiao's rebellious period pass?"

Xia Xue smiled and whispered, "Is my lover not good enough or warm enough?"

Liu Miao immediately became tired of her lover, but after a short period of numbness, she became alert: "Why don't you rebel? I'm so good!"

Xia Xue didn't look like that either, the way she touched Liu Miao's face was pampering.

The ideological realm of the famous composer has been raised: "You are normal, what is the decent."

Liu Miao asked seriously, "How can He Peiyuan help you celebrate?"

Yang Jingxing rolled his eyes in a small belly: "There is nothing to celebrate in whitewashing peace, the alarm bell is always ringing to be true."

Xia Xue is looking forward to it: "When will you go to Pingjing to hold a lecture?"

Liu Miao said righteously: "We prepare rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes."

Yang Jingxing remembered: "There should be performances. It's best to go to the cafeteria before you graduate. You can eat at the University of Minnesota. There are more opportunities at Peking University."

Xia Xue said modestly, "Go to my place first..."

Liu Miao pinched her lover's waist: "Fight with me? Fight!"

Xia Xue couldn't help giggling, but she was able to regain the appearance that a college student should have in the first time Liu Chiwei came over.

Liu Chiwei's target is Yang Jingxing: "Put all the boiled and fried ones in one bag and take them home..."

Yang Jingxing hurriedly stopped him, he would leave early the morning after tomorrow and would not eat at home tomorrow, so let Liu Miao and Xia Xue save the good things, and this is not a long-term solution, it is best for the aunt to impart the technology selflessly.

Wu and Yu gave each other enthusiastically. For the meatballs, the raw material is fish meat, pork belly and beef, [-]:[-]:[-]. Of course, you must pay attention to the selection and preparation of ingredients. The fish is chopped into mud with the back of a knife. After the water is filtered, drained and then chopped to what extent...

Yang Jingxing gave up learning the secret of getting it easily, the news rebroadcast had already started, and the two girls sat upright.

Liu Chiwei smiled and asked, "Have you never been on TV?"

Yang Jingxing was honest: "There is a small documentary showing his face for a few seconds, but there is no such thing as news."

Liu Miao felt nauseous thinking about it: "It was all fake and empty just once."

"Refused to interview..." Liu Chiwei was actually a little worried: "Do you think you don't give face? Reporters are not easy to offend."

Yang Jingxing said: "If it is a well-known reporter or column, I still have to give face, try not to offend others."

Liu Chiwei nodded clearly and then assumed: "What should the leader arrange?"

Yang Jingxing thought simply: "Generally, the leaders I dare not offend would not make this kind of arrangement, and the people who are behind the scenes are also fine."

Liu Chiwei was funny: "Some people try their best to become famous. An old comrade from the Women's Federation was cheated of [-] to [-] yuan. The United Nations Who's Who!"

Liu Miao really hated it: "How did this kind of IQ survive?"

Liu Chiwei emphasized: "And he is a smart person, who has his own way of dealing with the world and officialdom."

Liu Miao disdained: "That's not smart, it's bad!"

Yang Jingxing reminded: "Reporters must be responsible for what they say...Come on, let us listen to your exposure. Is that part fake news?"

Liu Miao watched the TV and directly revealed the following content: "You."

Yang Jingxing nodded again and again: "First of all, I'm not a famous composer. Few people know this name, right? And look at how those people who went to the United States listened to the little bourgeois concert. Why don't they care about the poor people in the country? Isn’t it admirable to report a foreign concert in such a long space?”

Looking at Xia Xue's smile, Liu Miao was still cautious, and after thinking about it for a while, he made a decision: "Yes."

Yang Jingxing hadn't finished speaking yet: "In general, reporting such a concert has no news value or social influence, right? It's just for whitewashing, right?"

Liu Miao was very satisfied and strongly affirmed: "Very, very right!"

"So it's the easiest thing to pick and I can..." Yang Jingxing got up first to pick up the big bowl brought by Wu Heyu. The bowl was full of dry goods, as if to entertain a starving ghost. It also came with spinach, shrimps and even poached eggs. Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha: "Hurry up and get a bowl, and give you some."

Wu Heyu saw it through: "There's still some of theirs in the pot, just sit here and eat, bring over some."

Yang Jingxing stopped acting: "Then I won't be polite."

The two girls went to the kitchen by themselves, while Liu Chiwei turned around and brought good wine.Still stopped drinking, Yang Jingxing was even more surprised by the shredded bamboo shoots and pickled melon brought by the girl.

Liu Chiwei didn't mind that the young people looked ugly when they ate, and lamented the news: "It's really cold, and it can freeze into ice when you exhale."

Yang Jingxing couldn't keep his mouth shut: "Is this meaningful?"

Liu Miao didn't appreciate it much either: "The main theme."

Yang Jingxing simply asked, "Is the main theme meaningful?"

Liu Miao didn't even want to argue with the people on the news network: "Eat yours."

Yang Jingxing picked up the balls with his chopsticks as evidence: "I live such a happy life, I have to find a way to spread more successful experiences."

Liu Miao went to watch TV.

Wu Heyu was quite looking forward to it: "It's almost there, I saw the names of four reporters earlier."

Yang Jingxing would like to talk about his own understanding from Liu Miao's professional point of view. In fact, it takes a lot of manpower to make such a piece of content, but the reporters don't have much background, and these journalists stationed abroad, including most of the journalists who appear on the scene, are actually It is unknown, they work harder and their lives are not moist...

"Okay." Liu Miao called to stop ahead of time, and smiled at Xia Xue: "Let's look at it with a critical eye."

Wu Heyu still sighed a little: "I watched you grow up from kindergarten!"

Yang Jingxing actually expressed his understanding: "I think they are the same. It seems that they were climbing the ping-pong table in the old yard of the tax bureau yesterday, and they will graduate from university tomorrow."

Before the two girls had time to express their opinions, the TV had already started: "During the Chinese New Year, various celebrations are held around the world..."

They all watched carefully, only Yang Jingxing was still stuffing balls into his mouth and even holding up a bowl to drink soup, but he didn't pay attention, when Dvořák was first read on TV, he saw this guy lift his butt twice Yazibu squatted in front of the TV and put on an expression like taking a registration photo: "Famous composer Yang Jingxing..." The voice was synchronized with the TV but his cheeks were still bulging.

The elders laughed first, Wu Heyu seemed to have never seen such a funny person.The two female college students didn't like this kind of sensationalism very much, and they didn't smile that much. Liu Miao even smashed an orange to the composer.

Liu Chiwei was also curious: "Are American concert tickets expensive?"

Yang Jingxing reckoned: "It shouldn't be too expensive, the price of this kind of ticket is only fifty or sixty dollars."

That's very cheap, people earn dollars too.So how much can these Chinese people get for a trip?

The details of the contract between the two orchestras are commercial secrets, but Yang Jingxing knew that the contract that Neway gave the Chinese orchestra for the premiere performance was [-] US dollars.Although the national orchestra does not receive several serious commercial performance contracts a year in China, the quotation is only [-] if luck comes, but [-] US dollars is not a bright figure. So it’s better to just talk about art.However, the [-] cannot be divided among more than a dozen people. The performers can still only earn overtime pay for holidays, business travel subsidies and performance according to the regulations, which means that there can be an extra [-] to [-] on the salary slip this month. Well, so it's quite a dedication.

Speaking of money, although the New York Philharmonic likes to fight for the box office, ticket sales only account for less than [-]% of their income, so they don’t think too much about the cost of a single performance, but New York Philharmonic may also be envious of their partners in this regard. Because the Puhai National Orchestra doesn't care about revenue at all.

Speaking of financial appropriations, Yang Jingxing first spoke for Liu Miao: "Do you think that the state's money for supporting these people is not as good as helping the poor?"

Liu Miao threw the orange peel instead: "I'm rebellious, not stupid!"

As far as Yang Jingxing knew, the income of these performers in the Puhai National Orchestra was actually not high, similar to that of Puhai civil servants, and there was still a big gap between them and those American counterparts.

Wu Heyu encouraged Xia Xue to go abroad for development in the future, but Xia Xue was ready to find a job.Wu Heyu believed that Xia Xue, a postgraduate student, would definitely be admitted, but he was also afraid of what happened, so he asked Yang Jingxing again: "Can you think of a way?"

Yang Jingxing was more confident: "The exams are up to them. If Miao Miao hadn't been admitted to the People's University and chose a major by herself, she wouldn't have such a high awareness of journalists now. Studying for the exam is my own gain."

Liu Miao rewarded the orange peel again.

Yang Jingxing cleaned up the big bowl, Liu Miao peeled the oranges and divided them into three pieces, there were only a few minutes left in the news, it was time to go home.

Before going out after changing her shoes, Liu Miao suddenly grabbed Xia Xue's arms and put her back up like an escort, and then instructed Yang Jingxing: "Carry her, her feet hurt."

Of course Xia Xue resisted, and her parents also criticized her daughter for wasting her college studies.

The famous composer even put up the airs: "As a public figure, the alarm bell should always ring and set an example..."

Liu Miao was impulsive: "A love letter, written in black and white!"

Xia Xue was wiser: "Tearing your face is not good for everyone."

The two girls were so inexplicably laughing that Wu Heyu wanted to say a few words to Xia Xue.

When I went out and went down the stairs, the corridor lights couldn't light up.There is no elder to discipline the girl, but the lady is so silent, it seems that the two of them don't need to communicate with each other, and they don't even need to rely on their eyes, just look at each other's figure in the dark.

Yang Jingxing had to speak: "I went to Pingjing to start work on the ninth day of junior high school, and returned to Puhai on the thirteenth day to start school."

Liu Miao was able to go down the steps with her head held high to discredit her, but Xia Xue didn't speak, is she angry?

Yang Jingxing probed again: "Tell Xu An that the concert will be held before the college students graduate, and I will invite a few more friends to treat me."

After two seconds of silence, Liu Miao still tried to save face: "It's a great honor, a great honor."

Xia Xue was so funny that she ate another slice of orange.

Yang Jingxing let's talk about the present: "Don't sleep on the bed tomorrow, get together early." The composer will invite friends to dinner at noon tomorrow.

Liu Miao regretted it: "I don't want to go."

Yang Jingxing didn't understand: "What?"

Liu Miao said: "I don't want to go!"

"I won't let you go." Xia Xue seemed to be getting angry with her lover.

Liu Miao was very affectionate: "You go and replace me next time."

Yang Jingxing was pleasantly surprised: "Did you quarrel?"

"No..." Xia Xue became gentle.

"It's noisy!" Liu Miao complained in turn, "I'm jealous that Xuexue is so happy! Why are you happier than me?"

Xia Xue confronted her tit for tat: "Obviously you are the most proud!"

Before the words finished, the two female college students hugged each other again. Yang Jingxing really didn't understand the situation and didn't speak, but he seemed to want to understand a little more after taking a few steps. Happy?"

Liu Miao scolded: "Go happy with He Peiyuan."

Yang Jingxing just looked at his phone, it was okay, half an hour passed, there were [-] missed calls and [-] messages, nothing urgent, Tan Dong didn't call.

As soon as the car lights came on, Xia Xue asked Liu Miao to get into the back seat first.

The driver got into the car and saw hope again: "A chat? A drive?"

Liu Miao nodded: "You go, let's go home and sleep."

"It's so cold." Xia Xue hugged her lover tightly like she couldn't wait.

"The second day of the first lunar month." Yang Jingxing didn't have a long memory: "You didn't say anything..."

Xia Xuedu reminded: "Don't worry about it so much after breaking up."

Yang Jingxing shut up.

After a 1-minute drive, Yang Jingxing seemed to be quite traditional, and his tone was almost flattering to Liu Miao: "I'll take you back."

The two girls got out of the car holding hands, not giving the so-called first love any face.

Yang Jingxing turned around angrily, but he still had something to ask: "Don't sleep late, I'll pick you up at ten o'clock... Hurry up and make a phone call."

The two girls waved together to signal the light bulb to hurry up.

Yang Jingxing wanted to stop the car and take another look: "...Go up."

The two girls laughed again, still with the gentleness of a girl, and then each raised a hand to lightly put it on their lips, which was not so pure.

Yang Jingxing couldn't stand it anymore, so why not see how many kilometers Boss Yang's car has run and whether he still has money to refuel.

The air kisses of the two girls waved together, but they didn't flow in the direction of their first love at all. Just as they were about to open their hands, they walked towards each other, meeting sweetly in front of the two gentle smiling faces, with fingertips sticking to each other. One hand actually made a heart shape.

Yang Jingxing was shocked: "You...where did you learn it? Do you look like college students? I can't stand you...Let's go, good night!"

The girl went first, and jumped into the building happily.