beauty winner

It was impossible to put on a posture in the room, and the bracket had long since disappeared, so Yang Jingxing moved the zheng to the coffee table in the living room.He Weidong is quite supportive of the arts, so he went to the utility room between the kitchen and his daughter's room and dug out a small stool, wiped it with a paper towel.

The preparations were done, but the two men did not dare to disturb the performers who were concentrating on reading and preparing.Look at this girl, her standard crescent eyebrows are slightly frowned, her pink neck is slightly nodding, and she has a copy of "Safe Driving Learning" in her hand to draw fingering on the score. It's only because there is an unqualified composer, and she has to study again: "Here Shake it?"

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to speak rudely at this moment: "You can figure it out."

"It's better to be lighter." The girl still had overall understanding and was modest: "I'm sure I can't play seventh chords well." She even gestured with her hands as she spoke.

The sound of the range hood in the kitchen also stopped, Fan Yali came out and glanced at her daughter's hand: "What do you do with such a race against time?"

He Peiyuan deliberated and drew on the paper, then began to wink and pouted behind her mother's back and rolled her eyes.

He Weidong didn't report it when he saw it. He was thinking about something and remembered: "Yes, Gao Pianpian, call and ask."

He Peiyuan was quite disdainful: "It's so simple." She sat down confidently.

He Weidong was really good at currying favors, so he quickly arranged the cardboard box as a music stand for his daughter, and pressed a fruit plate to be more stable.

He Peiyuan looked around the audience: "...who dares to laugh!?"

He Weidong could only smile bitterly: "Did you admit defeat before you started?"

Yang Jingxing didn't even dare to laugh dryly: "I wish the premiere a success."

Fan Yali was in a hurry for the kitchen: "Hurry up."

He Peiyuan had to try the sound first, plucked the strings with the fingers of her right hand in turn, and pretended to press and knead the left side, her posture was still quite authentic, and her expression had become elegant.Although this old zither is not at the performance level, the production is not bad, and the timbre is just barely intonation, which is good enough for amateurs.

The three spectators remained silent.

Pack up your mood and brew a good mood, the girl is ready to start.The first dozen or so half notes on the sheet music look simple and easy to hook up.After setting up the posture again, He Peiyuan lightly raised her right thumb, "Boom..." That's good, good, good, and her left hand is also pressing the strings to get the rhyme, which seems to be the case.

The second note is not perfect, the position of pressing the string is not sure enough to press it on the fingerboard, and the rhyme is gone.Fortunately, the professional players have a good attitude. He Peiyuan was not in a hurry. The next two notes stabilized again, but after she stabilized, she seemed to be overconfident. When she played the fifth and sixth notes, the girl wanted to adjust the timbre. The half-clip, half-raised trembling is really too melodramatic, and the performer himself doesn't seem to realize that he has to continue to pursue details.

Although the inspiration for this piece of "14-year-old light blue dress" is not short, it is not difficult to play and there is no innovation. It only needs some basic techniques, and elementary school students who have studied the zither for three months should be able to make a general appearance.

But the one in front of me, the sporadic prelude was already a little strong, and the next small scratch was even more revealing. The dry and rough notes scared her father, and Fan Yali turned around and wanted to leave.

He Peiyuan is really the style of a general, she doesn't flinch, she keeps her own rhythm, no matter how hard it is, she doesn't frown.Picking and chopping, she survived!After all, it's only minutes.

However, these 60 seconds seemed to be more difficult for the audience, and He Weidong's wry smile was so stiff that he couldn't let go: "This is the veritable Eguan Gong's big knife in front of the gate."

Fan Yali was even more worried: "I have retreated to the first grade of elementary school."

Seeing that his girlfriend's sitting posture was still in an artistic state, but her face had recovered and started to puff up, Yang Jingxing didn't dare to add insult to injury: "My hand is raw, if I do it again, I will be in junior high school and high school."

"I'm not coming!" He Peiyuan pulled back the score paper, stood up and walked into the room.

"Stop playing and prepare to eat." He Weidong still protected his daughter's self-esteem, so he was ready to collect things.

Yang Jingxing said: "I'll come..."

He Peiyuan sat on the bed and was angry at the score, and looked at her boyfriend: "I will listen to Pianpiantan tomorrow!"

"Row."

"You deliberately angered me! Anxious me!"

Yang Jingxing dared to make a mistake when the elders were not around: "At least he's a performer..."

"I don't know, I don't want to, I don't have a sense of music." He Peiyuan kicked: "I want to listen!"

Yang Jingxing also has a solution: "Change to the sanxian version."

"No, it doesn't taste that way anymore." He Peiyuan climbed to the computer, turned back the photo to the source of inspiration and admired it by herself. There is still enough music to comprehend the imagination, and compare it with the score.

Yang Jingxing put the kite into a box, took off his shoes, stood on the bed and put it back on the top of the bookcase. He saw it again: "I haven't heard of Yuanyuan's gourd silk yet."

The scoundrel was definitely sarcastic, He Peiyuan was so angry that she rolled over on the bed and howled.

Yang Jingxing didn't coax him, but sat down on the stool impatiently and clicked the mouse.

He Peiyuan stood up, but if she couldn't grab it, she covered the rogue's eyes with her hands, and threatened: "Don't blame me if it hurts if you move again!"

What Yang Jingxing meant was: "It's not pretty, come down quickly."

What are you afraid of at home, He Peiyuan still wants to use her weight to make the rascal bow her head: "...you close your eyes, don't look, go down!"

After burying his head deeply and listening to the clicking sound of the mouse and the girl's breathing for a while, Yang Jingxing suppressed his voice and begged for mercy: "Don't choose too good-looking ones, I'm still in the refractory period."

He Peiyuan actually didn't scold the rogue, but still giggled, and clicked a few more times: "Get up."

Yang Jingxing looked up, dazed and then murmured: "It's too bad, I'm going to be squeezed dry."

He Peiyuan Art Observation: "How does it feel? Tong Yichun wears a school uniform, you can't boast."

Yang Jingxing hated: "That's why I said I lost too much."

He Peiyuan poked the keyboard randomly: "Don't look at it, don't look at it."

"I will, I will!"

The theory of only watching ten pictures is put on hold for the time being. For the music career, He Peiyuan not only let go of the control of the computer but also explained the study and life of the girls in the attached middle school. There are classmates, teachers, practice, performances and entertainment.There are still a few photos of Wang Rui in the back, but I don't know the exact location, and I didn't take serious photos because I wasn't considered a friend at that time.

Not every photo focuses on youth and beauty, especially when this girl just learned to take selfies, there were photos with distorted nostrils, but Yang Jingxing also had a good time watching it.And this girl is pretty stinky enough, she quickly mastered the self-portrait technique, making various poses and expressions at home, far from being as ladylike and elegant as standing in front of others, and even studied many pictures of her own back.He Peiyuan doesn't even remember some of the photos, and she looks funny and shy.

However, after reading dozens of pieces, the composer did not come up with any new ideas, probably because he had distracting thoughts: "Is there anyone else's?"

"Who?" He Peiyuan didn't know at all.

Yang Jingxing was reluctant to bring it up: "My rival in love..."

He Peiyuan hahaha several times before converging into a giggle: "Do you really want to see it?"

Yang Jingxing warmed up and made a difficult choice: "Look."

Well, I don't even remember Wang Rui's photos, but He Peiyuan found her high school crush with almost perfect accuracy, which made Yang Jingxing clenched his fists and sobbed in anger, and the girl became even more energetic.

There is even a photo of the two of them together, and He Peiyuan still remembers it vividly: "... I didn't make any facial expressions on purpose. In fact, I was so flustered that my face was a little burned. After the photo was taken, they returned the camera to me. I didn't look at it and pretended it didn't matter. , watched all the way after school!"

Yang Jingxing was out of breath and wanted to find something to smash: "I want to fight him one-on-one!"

He Peiyuan actually stared at her boyfriend: "Stop bullying people."

Yang Jingxing said viciously, "What did you say!?"

He Peiyuan didn't take care of her boyfriend's emotions at all, and looked at the crush on the screen again, feeling sad: "What a naive age... My husband, please delete it for me."

Yang Jingxing would also say, "Keep a good look at it!"

He Peiyuan hummed: "I will delete it myself."

Yang Jingxing gave way quickly, until he saw that his girlfriend had to empty the recycle bin after deleting five photos, he quickly stopped and spoke softly: "Keep it, it's a good memory of my wife."

He Peiyuan observed angrily: "Don't say it nicely...Anyway, I saw other women on your computer who have nothing to do with you."

Yang Jingxing seemed to nod confidently: "All right..."

He Weidong shouted, ready to eat.

After agreeing, He Peiyuan booed her boyfriend again, then grasped the mouse and clicked on the long neck to open "Life". There were only more than 300 photos, but this girl was skilled at displaying hidden files, and a page called "abcdefg" appeared folder, and then clicked in, there were 55 photos, the girl clicked on the first one in June [-] and looked back in the direction of the same door, as if a little nervous.

The photos showed a pair of long legs on the mat, obviously a selfie, and even a corner of the red trousers appeared.

Before Yang Jingxing could see clearly, He Peiyuan clicked on the chacha.This broken computer opened so slowly and shut it down without hesitation.The girl artfully shouted: "It's time to eat! Let's go!"

Yang Jingxing was still in a daze.

He Peiyuan whispered lightly in her boyfriend's ear again: "Show it to my husband next year."

Yang Jingxing regained his composure: "I underestimated you."

He Peiyuan was still proud, and jumped out happily: "Mom has worked hard."

Fan Yali was really terrified...

There were sweet and sour short ribs, stir-fried shrimp, lettuce shredded pork, and homemade tofu. Yang Jingxing was gearing up, and He Peiyuan was even more pleasantly surprised that the big soup bowl contained her favorite chicken soup with chestnuts.The rice wine has been warmed, but He Peiyuan wants to drink red wine, the one brought by Yang Jingxing.Fan Yali was also particular about it, and asked her husband to replace the tumbler with a goblet.

Although it is a good wine, He Weidong would like to follow the doctor's advice not to exceed [-] milliliters. Young people should drink more, and my wife will also have a full glass. Shall we serve food now?

"Standard rice bucket!" He Peiyuan did it herself. As soon as the rice cooker was turned on, she exclaimed, "Oh my god!" The bucket is really full to the limit, and it is estimated that another rice bucket will be full.

Yang Jingxing was grateful, and hurried to the kitchen: "Auntie, stop frying, there are too many dishes..."

Fan Yali picked up the plate: "It's out of the pot, you guys eat first."

Of course we have to wait. He Weidong was concerned about Xu An's progress, but Yang Jingxing was all on the table and asked his girlfriend, "I'll eat one first."

He Peiyuan glanced at the rascal with white eyes, but twisted her mouth in the opposite direction: "Excuse me?"

He Weidong haha: "Eat, you spend a lot of time eating out, and your aunt just cooks a few home-cooked dishes."

The sweet and sour short ribs had already entered his mouth, and Yang Jingxing looked very unrefined: "Yuanyuan and I both like to eat this kind of burnt and crunchy..."

He Peiyuan pushed the plate: "Spit out the bones."

He Weidong also knows how to do it, so it is impossible for ordinary restaurants to let a dish occupy the pot for so long. When he was young, he said that eating out of restaurants would improve his life, but now it is rare for many people to eat at home.

When the fried squid in sauce came to the table, Yang Jingxing got up to welcome him: "Auntie, sit down quickly."

Fan Yali reminded: "Eat, I'll come after I wash up."

This squid cut with a knife is really good, Yang Jingxing tried another one...

Sure enough, both mother and daughter had the same habits. Fan Yali also went to wash her face, and when she came back, she blamed her husband for waiting. She was never so polite?

He Weidong changed the subject: "Come on, let me raise my glass to celebrate the Lantern Festival."

Yang Jingxing seemed to know the difficulties of men, and actively cooperated: "Auntie has worked hard, I wish you and uncle good health."

"Thank you, Xiao Yang." Fan Yali toasted gracefully: "I wish you success in your work."

Although his girlfriend smiled and didn't wink, Yang Jingxing didn't dare to let it go: "I wish Yuanyuan a smooth job, and her thoughts are flowing."

He Peiyuan was urged too much, so she kept smiling and pouted: "Understood...you should also think about your next work."

Fan Yali, who didn't get her daughter's blessing, sang a different tune: "People also need to rest, there are endless things to do..."

He Weidong stood in line: "Rest more and take care of your body. You often stay up late in the recording studio, and you don't drink less... eat vegetables."

Yang Jingxing really didn't know the bottom line, and even brought food for He Peiyuan, but Fan Yali was more able to bear it: "Eat it by yourself... What is Jiuchun's Lantern Festival custom?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "There's no custom anymore. We don't even eat glutinous rice balls, so we just sit together as a family. I called on the way back. My dad has a party at night, and my mother asked Yuanyuan to accompany her."

He Peiyuan protested: "It's obviously a joke, I went to your grandma's house!"

He Weidong also gossips: "Does your father travel a lot?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No, it's usually around..."

After all, for the first time, the parents had a lot of topics to talk about, such as Yang Jingxing's grandparents' physical condition, He Peiyuan's grandma's not-so-kind personality, and Fan Yali's sisters followed their father more.The elders don't need to tell the guests to be polite, Yang Jingxing is not polite at all, Fan Yali stretched out the bowl to pick up the big chicken drumsticks as soon as he filled it.

In terms of work, Yang Jingxing also told the elders not to worry, he is a bit busy but the work is not too tiring, and there are quite a lot of helpers, and it will gradually get better and better.

He Weidong drank sparingly but clinked glasses diligently, and asked about what happened last night.Today's young people are really calm. He Peiyuan told her friends' sincere feelings without changing her face. Yang Jingxing also expressed his admiration for Zhang Yijie and Yan Guangyong.

The young man refilled his drink with the encouragement of his elders, and Fan Yali accepted it with a little left.The wine was really good, but if Yang Jingxing didn't like drinking that much himself, he could keep it as a gift to his friends and colleagues, there would always be a need.

He Weidong said bluntly: "Li Shunkai took the past and invited friends tonight. You have met his friends."

The two women on the table were related by blood, but Yang Jingxing still said, "Brother Kai is a nice person, and his friends are also nice. Many of my friends are casual and straightforward."

Fan Yali doesn't save face for her husband at all: "Li Shunkai doesn't learn as much from you as his father!"

He Peiyuan giggling...

The meal was served after six o'clock, and at 07:30, the meal was full, but the chat did not stop. Fan Yali was not in a hurry to clean up, and she seemed to be a little relieved: "Xiao Yang has a bit of a appetite, and I don't like to eat if the dishes are not rich." Just cook a little more."

He Weidong helped to excuse: "How many things to do every day, most of the energy of a person is consumed by the brain."

Yang Jingxing himself had to find a reason: "Today's meal is also very delicious, very fragrant."

Fan Yali said modestly, "Rice is good, about fifty yuan a catty."

He Peiyuan: "We only sell eighteen."

Yang Jingxing scolded: "I'll have another bowl."

Fan Yali was frightened: "Don't eat, come back when you have time..."

He Weidong also scolded: "Look at your aunt still reluctant to order leftovers."

Fan Yali just hahaha: "Xiao Yang, you should eat better and eat better, and you can drink better wine... But in the future, don't give Yuanyuan too expensive things, such as watches and necklaces, Xiaoyuan didn't This habit."

Yang Jingxing said confidently: "No, Yuanyuan and I are not interested in those things, we haven't developed a habit, and we have no conditions at home since we were young."

He Peiyuan was wronged: "You didn't?"

"No..." Yang Jingxing still hesitated after deliberation: "I didn't give you the watch, and you didn't want it, and I was scolded."

He Peiyuan touched her neck and complained without wearing it: "Where's the necklace?"

He Weidong was funny, and Fan Yali tried her best to be serious: "It's all the same, so I won't talk about the old ones. When Xiaoyuan was a child, when the family had the conditions, we only asked her to dress better and eat better. We must not waste money and pursue famous brands. It is a habit of our family, a virtue and a personality..."

It's too serious, Yang Jingxing nodded again and again: "Auntie, don't worry, I have completely accepted Yuanyuan's criticism and education, and my father has also taught me the same way."

"Father is right!" Fan Yali said louder: "Material pursuits must be restrained. Xiao Yang, you are working so hard not for money, right?"

He Weidong understands men: "If you want money, you must have money. Money is a tool..."

It was eight o'clock in the chat, and he was talking about the fact that He Weidong had received a call from his younger brother during the Chinese New Year the year before last.Uncle He Peiyuan doesn't like to talk about her own situation very much. He probably has no fixed place to live, and his phone number changes frequently. He is also a 44 person... But he will remind his brother to visit his mother's grave, so family love is a lifetime concern after all.

Fan Yali reminded her husband: "It's time to eat."

He Weidong himself laughed and got up: "Eat again."

Yang Jingxing seemed to understand the situation: "I heard that after liver and kidney transplantation, anti-excretion drugs can be stopped."

Of course, patients or family members know this matter best. Fan Yali shook her head: "Very rare, the genes are different, we can only gradually use it as little as possible... There are still some side effects, the immunity is not very good, and it is easy to catch a cold."

Yang Jingxing was concerned: "Yuanyuan said that Uncle didn't insist on eating Cordyceps."

Fan Yali seems to believe in science: "It's useless, it's a psychological comfort to think about it."

Yang Jingxing said lightly: "Anyway, there is no harm, there is always some protein nutrition."

He Peiyuan seemed to be worried, and she was a little drunk at the bar, leaning on her boyfriend's shoulder, and dawdling.

Fan Yali was still strict: "What does Xiaoyuan look like?"

He Weidong came out with the medicine and showed it to Yang Jingxing. There were two kinds of medicine and three pills, which was considered as a small amount.

Fan Yali also stood up: "Go and sit down, I'll take it for you."

Yang Jingxing came again: "I'll help you..."

He Peiyuan didn't help herself. When her boyfriend brought two dishes to the kitchen door and was picked up by her mother, the girl held hands and dragged them to her room, showing the strength and posture of a tracker.