Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 343 Zhou Lanlan

   Xu Guangling's tongue is bright and lotus.

   His eloquent talk was both comprehensive and specific, both simple and profound, and many of the contents simply poked into the hearts of Mr. Zhou and his wife.

  So it didn't take long to chat, Xu Guangling's knowledge or ability in medical skills was initially but quite affirmed by the two.

After chatting again, Mrs. Zhou suddenly looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then patted her leg: "Oh, patronizing the chat, it's getting late, I have to go shopping. Xiao Xu, what do you want to eat? report it to me."

   "Master, make me a sparerib. I ate a meal with you back then, and I still feel greedy when I think about it." Xu Guangling said.

"Hee hee, the braised pork ribs made by my mother are delicious." Zhou Lanlan spoke for the first time, and she had been watching and listening silently before, "Mom, I'll go with you, I'll buy ribs, I will pick!"

   "You will pick a big guy!" Mother Zhou laughed, but she was still held by her daughter and went out together.

After the mother and daughter left, there were only two men left in the living room.

  Xu Guangling seemed to be less restrained and more direct, and said to the old Zhou: "Mr. Zhou, your body must be in a sub-health state, why don't I use acupuncture to help you regulate it?"

   "Are you really okay?" Old Zhou glanced at Xu Guangling, he was more direct.

  Lao Zhou is a very qualified class teacher. Not to mention students with good grades, even those with poor grades, he can also get along with them and gain trust.

   So he is also a very prestigious head teacher in the eyes of the students in the class.

   is prestige not majesty.

   "Definitely!" Xu Guangling almost patted his chest to promise.

   "Then give it a try." Lao Zhou responded readily and said, "Does it hurt?"

   "I promise that it won't hurt at all!" At this moment, Xu Guangling seemed to have become the kind of gangster who walked around the world and sold Dali Pills in ancient times, and almost shouted the slogan of "all-inclusive, all-inclusive".

   But this time, Xu Guangling did not bring silver needles. The silver needles that Zhang Lao gave him were several sets, which were packed in a small box, which was small and easy to carry around, but not convenient to carry around.

  Xu Guangling quickly returned home and took the silver needle back.

  So, when Zhou Lanlan and her daughter came back from grocery shopping, they saw that the air conditioner at home was running hot, and there was enough room for a reclining chair next to the small coffee table in the middle of the living room.

   Lao Zhou was lying on it, with his arms bare, with a row of silver needles slipping on his arms.

   "Yo yo, this is..." Mother Zhou looked at her husband like this, then looked at Xu Guangling, "Xiao Xu, are you giving your teacher an injection?"

   "I'll let Teacher Zhou see my craftsmanship." Xu Guangling said hehe.

   Mrs. Zhou was a little bit funny, she had nothing to say for a while, she just said: "I'm going to cook."

   Zhou Lanlan stayed in the living room.

   "Senior, how long does it take?" Zhou Lanlan looked at her father and asked Xu Guangling.

   Lao Zhou is snoring at the moment.

   "One or two hours." Xu Guangling said.

   Then Zhou Lanlan took the initiative to report the situation, "Senior, I'm singing those songs, it's almost ready."

  Xu Guangling nodded, then said: "No hurry, take your time."

   There seems to be nothing to talk about between the two.

  Xu Guangling acted clumsily.

   Zhou Lanlan's shyness and restraint gradually disappeared, and her words gradually increased. She was originally a cheerful and generous girl. At this moment, she was telling Xu Guangling about a lot of things in school, about studying, about dancing, and about things on the Internet.

   In short, there are a lot of topics, not finished.

  Xu Guangling is simply attached, but regardless of the inside and outside, he will definitely not be perfunctory.

   So although he didn't say much, he mostly just listened and nodded, but it wouldn't make the little girl feel indifferent, so she still spoke.

   This situation continued until Mrs. Zhou made the preliminary preparation of the meal.

   Including boiled rice, ribs, stewed, etc. Others will be made later.

   "What are you talking about? Look at the way you talk, ghost girl." Mrs. Zhou came from the kitchen to the living room.

   "Sit down, wife, and drink some water to moisten your throat." Xu Guangling poured a cup of hot tea, and then offered his courtesy, "Lan Lan and I are talking about school, studying, singing, dancing, etc."

"Just right, Xiao Xu, tell me about her!" Mother Zhou said, "This girl doesn't know what's going on, she just wants to go to the art school. Do you think it's not good for her to take a serious university entrance exam? Think about those idiots."

   Those art school principals will cry when they hear this.

  Xu Guangling laughed in his heart, and then said: "Master, do you mean that you are not very happy about Lanlan taking the art school?"

"That's for sure!" said Mrs. Zhou, "It's not that those art schools are bad, but how many girls from art schools can find a good job? Not to mention those unspoken rules. What, oops, it sounds scary."

   This is true.

   There are not many mothers who are not worried about their daughters encountering such a thing.

   And the situation is, on the "star" road, the chance of encountering such a thing is very high!

   If the college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops, then the girls who are admitted to the art school will face a single-plank bridge that is longer, longer, and has no end in sight. They need to keep walking on that single-plank bridge.

   Towards glory, or, to depravity.

   Again, turn around, give up your artistic career, and face the ordinary again.

   There are not many people who can really eat the rice bowl of art.

   This is the brightest and most bleak industry. What is bright is the stage, and below the stage, it is all gloomy.

   Of course, there are many forms and degrees of bleakness.

  Mother Zhou also said:

   "Also, this girl wants to go to the music school!"

   "It doesn't matter if you don't pass the entrance exam, what will you do after graduation in the future? Do you still hope to be a singer? Now that there are no records, how can singers make money?"

   This is incorrect, but profound.

  As a half-musician, Xu Guangling naturally knows a lot more.

   In the past, even third- or fourth-rate singers could make money by releasing records, at least, it was not difficult to rely on this to eat. But now, in the era of digital music, physical records are something that can only be played by the king.

   And even the king of heaven, don't count on this to make money. ——No loss is a big profit!

   Based on the domestic copyright status, don’t expect any stable and reliable income from the copyright of digital music, that is, winning prizes.

   So how do singers make money now?

Commercial speech! Endorsement!

   These are the two most important pieces.

   In the meantime, it will definitely be very complicated for a girl to face these.

   Then there are concerts, but how many singers can afford concerts?

   Therefore, in general, this road is "unstable". Mrs. Zhou's consideration was correct.

  Xu Guangling considered what to say.

From a rational point of view, he agrees with Mrs. Zhou's view, and he is also reluctant to see Zhou Lanlan take this road, and then face the ups and downs on this road in the future. But it was already doomed.

   However, Zhou Lanlan is his little junior sister.

   He has only been such a little junior sister in his life.

   There is a saying in ancient China.

   Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face, don't look at the fish, look at the water.

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  Thanks to "Chen Zhijing" for the support of the recommendation ticket.

  Thanks to "lunhui80" for the monthly pass.

   (end of this chapter)