The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

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　　 The shop Xiaoer at the door took a long breath, but immediately stopped by the condemnation of the onlookers who turned around because he was gasping too loudly.

　　 My boss finally heard how far he is from others, right?

　　 From now on, I can steadily stop performing in person.

　　 But how long hasn't waited for Xiao Er to rejoice, but Gu Zheng, who had already sang a short excerpt over there, turned smoothly and stopped.

　　 This pause is terrible. The people on the side are like cats that haven't seen a fishy cat for many years. They have blown up their hair.

　　 "Little sir, keep singing, where is this? You should at least finish singing this excerpt!"

　　 "That's right! We just heard a few words, and the interest is really strong, you are so unstoppable, you are not kind!"

　　 The sentiment is passionate.

Standing at the root of the wall, Gu Zheng, who was devoted to singing, was shocked when he saw this situation and this scene. My dear, he had already overestimated the original master’s basic skills, but he still underestimated it. It has the potential and energy of the body.

　　Looking at this reaction now, it's a proper trend of heartthrobs.

　　 If this is neatly cleaned up, and the outfits on the stage are put on top, and a selection of nirvana comes up, wouldn't this street be crushed by his performance?

　　 But Gu Zheng’s current state is really lacking in the spirit to continue. Singing, it's also a good job of individual strength! ?

　　 Just sing the two sentences just now, it is already his limit, I am hungry, almost starving.

　　 Even if the voice of the masses is so intense, Gu Zheng now can only bow his hand apologetically: "Everyone, it's getting late now, brother, there is something urgent in my house."

　　 "I hope you will be considerate. This street is the only way for me to return home. In the future, if there is a fate, everyone will also like to join in. I will perform for you to the fullest."

　　 "Life is not easy, raise your hands high, please make way, let me go first!"

People outside the circle looked at the young man on the wall. His clothes were shabby, his waist was still straight, and his words were sincere, but he was proud of himself. They couldn't help but admire him, and he filled up countless versions of grievances. Love and hatred, love-hate entanglement.

　　 Only the ups and downs of the story can be worthy of the life of a rickshaw driver who can sing a good show, right?

　　 Thinking of this, the people outside the circle spontaneously gave up the exit that was enough for one person and one car, but when Gu Zheng slowly pulled the rickshaw up from the wall, they began to generously donate.

　　 You get three coppers, I will give five coppers.

　　 The remaining change from buying soy sauce, originally intended to go to a shadow puppet show to pass the time, has now been put into the back seat of the rickshaw that Gu Zheng was pulling.

　　 "Don't be too young, take a bowl of camellia!"

　　 "Singing is great! We are also the people on the scene, how can there be no money for listening to the white opera?"

　　 Looking at the vicissitudes of life around them, although they were tortured by the weight of life and decayed early, they still did not lose their pursuit of good things and happiness.

　　In the immutable life of these lowest-level people, they also need a touch of surprise, a little surprise, a half-point surprise, and a reversal plot to add a little bit of joy in life.

　　 What's more, the people who made them feel so many emotions, like them, are from the toiling masses, from the most inconspicuous common people?

　　We also need a star, which comes from around and from life.

　　 With the blessings and friendly gifts of those around him, Gu Zheng, whose eyes were a little moist, suddenly felt that his exhaustion had been wiped out. His life seemed to have a bigger head run, and his whole body was full of strength.

　　 "Thank you, thank you everyone, if you like it, I will come here to give you a paragraph when I have time."

　　 "This is what you said!"

　　 "I like it! I like it very much. I used to listen to a big play performed by the auspicious class in Peking City outside the city walls of Prince Gong's Mansion. You are no worse than the reddest corner inside!"

　　 "We are waiting for you..."

"Ugh!"

　　 Gu Zheng's voice back to greet him hasn't fallen yet, and a person is suddenly blocked in front of him.

　　 "Wait! They let you go, did I let you go?"

　　 Waiting for the sound of this very provocative word to come together, the noisy farewell scene around, instantly quieted down.

　　 has been watching the bustling shop Xiaoer off the court, and when he took a closer look, he quietly covered his face with the white towel hanging around his neck.

　　 It was the owner of his unreliable tea garden that blocked Gu Zheng's way.

　　 After the opening of this tea garden, the second generation ancestor, who did not bring half of the profit for his own business, is now squinting with his eyes on his hips, lying in the middle of the road, glaring at Gu Zheng.

　　 "I said..." The tone of the second generation ancestor is very long...

　　 "This little brother, what do you call it? How do you sing so well? Who do you learn from, where do you live, what genre, and what qualifications do you say... Tell me... You mean you!"

　　 At the beginning of the questioning, when the roadside seller of fried beans was about to be out of the pot, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com Beans are jumping out of the pot, spitting out from their mouths, but when they say the last sentence, the second generation ancestor's addiction to drama reappears, and he changes directly to a slow-paced singing. Way out.

　　 The yelling of the broken gong is comparable to a weapon of mass destruction. The onlookers who originally wanted to step forward to help Gu Zheng spread out two meters away in an instant.

　　 Gu Zheng was the one who was hurt the most. After a brief period of dizziness, the magic sound filled his ears, he also responded with a simple and rude response.

　　 "Can you manage it? Grandson! It's blocking your uncle's way! Hey!"

　　 slobber directly spit on his face, and when the other side's alert tilted his head away, Gu Zheng took a kick: "A good dog is not in the way! You are a mess of opera!"

　　 ‘Papa’

　　 kicked the girl to the ground.

　　 Get it done, finish work, go home!

　　 Because of Gu Zheng's turbulent and flowing water, like Wusheng's bunting on the stage, the surroundings cried out in unison.

　　 "Okay! Kick to death, my ears are almost deaf because of him!"

　　 The tea planter who made noise here every day was irritated.

　　 Gu Zheng, who was going to drive off after the fight, suddenly felt that his body was under extreme resistance from the base of his thigh, and he couldn't move away even in half a step.

　　 He lowered his head subconsciously and looked down. The second generation ancestor who was kicked by a shoe sole imprint on his face is now hugging his thigh tightly, making him unable to move.

　　 "No! You can't go! I won't let you go! You haven't given me the answer yet! How can you treat me like this!"

　　 This situation and situation made Gu Zheng, who had watched many dog-blood TV shows, feel bad.