House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 354: Dream and bread (1/4)

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It was late at night, and although the street was brightly lit, it was still screaming in the cold wind, whining and panicking.

The inside of the car was relatively warm. Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang were sitting in the back seat, waiting for Yang Yi. However, I do n’t know when to start. The two were alone, and it seemed a bit awkward.

"Cough, this, Sister Ding Xiang! The singing man, do you know?" Guo Ziyi asked suddenly, breaking the rigid atmosphere a little.

"Well, I used to work here and heard him sing a lot of songs." Ding Xiang nodded. "Later, he and his girlfriend also visited Brother Yang's shop, so they are considered to have met."

"Oh, I thought it was the boy you liked, haha, everyone has a girlfriend!" Guo Ziyi said with a frown, he also pressed Dingxiang with his elbow.

Ding Xiang froze for a moment, and pushed Guo Ziyi angrily, pushing him away: "Go, do n’t move your hands, guess what? His girlfriend is still our school counselor."

He was teasing here and there. Suddenly, the door was opened, and Yang Yi got into the driver's seat from the front.

"Brother Yang, has everything been resolved?" Guo Ziyi asked curiously.

"Well, it's solved." Yang Yi nodded. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. Instead of rushing to start the car, he turned to look at the bar entrance.

"Then, Lin Muan, Brother Yang, did you rescue him?"

Yang Yi glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said lightly: "Relax, no one will embarrass him again."

"Brother Yang, why don't we leave yet?" Ding Xiang asked puzzled.

"Because you don't know how to drive, Brother Yang and I both drank and couldn't drive. Have you heard of it?" Guo Ziyi teased Ding Xiang.

"Ah? What can I do?" Ding Xiang looked at Guo Ziyi silly.

"Do n’t listen to his nonsense, I ’ll drink a little bit, it ’s not a problem. Now I ’m waiting for someone, and I will leave in a moment!" Yang Yi still looked at the bar entrance and said without turning her head, "But, having said that, Ding Xiang, you are about to learn to drive. If you can come back during the Spring Festival, I will report a class for you to learn. If you need to drive in the future, you can also help. "

"Okay ..." Ding Xiang nodded in a trance.

"What class to report? It ’s not as good as I taught her!" Guo Ziyi said with a grin.

"Who wants you to teach ..."

......

It's so cold this day!

Lin Muan came out of the bar and could n’t help but wrap the windbreaker around him, but the cold wind at night still poured into his neck, making people as cold as this heart.

He looked back at the bar where some noisy music came out. His eyes dimmed, still carrying his guitar and walking back.

An empty taxi slowly drove past him, and he honked his horn in order to attract passengers.

Lin Muan felt a little moved in his heart, but he gently patted the hundreds of dollars he had just put in his pocket, hesitated for a while, or went on and walked two more streets, then he could get there You can take the bus stop directly home.

It did n’t take long for another horn to ring, but it was no longer a taxi, but a big pickup truck with muscles.

When Lin Mu was stunned, the window was pressed and the familiar face appeared in front of him: "Go home? Where do you live?"

Lin Muan said blankly: "University City ..."

"That way! Come on! Give you a ride!" Yang Yi smiled, "Hey, wait, will you drive?"

"Well, I will ..."

For a while, Lin Muan sat in the driver ’s seat and slowly activated the bully, while Yang Yi sat in the co-pilot ’s seat, enjoying leisurely, and Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang looked at them curiously in the back.

"That, boss, just in the bar, thank you for your help!" Lin Muan hasn't known Yang Yi's name yet, he said in a low voice.

"It's okay." Yang Yi exposed the previous incident lightly, "Oh, yes, later, the Lei boss of your bar, didn't you embarrass you?"

"No, Lei Ge still takes care of me very much." Lin Muan smiled softly. "However, I thought for a long time, and decided not to let Lei Ge again, so I decided to resign, and the boss, don't blame Lei. Brother. "

Yang Yi glanced at Lin Muan and knew that he was lying, but Yang Yi did not say anything.

But Guo Ziyi asked curiously: "Why do you sing Cantonese songs? I think you sang several songs!"

"I heard that the boss likes to listen to Cantonese songs, so I invited him to sing." Ding Xiang said in a low voice.

Lin Muan looked at Ding Xiang curiously in the rearview mirror. He did not recognize Ding Xiang and explained: "There are two reasons. On the one hand, it is exactly what the girl said, on the other hand. I also like Cantonese songs, because I am from Guangdong Province, I have listened and learned more songs since I was a child. "

"The Cantonese song market is in Guangdong Province, in Hong Kong City, how good are you going back home to develop?" Guo Zi said puzzledly.

"When I graduated, I really wanted to go back to my hometown, but my girlfriend stayed in school as a counselor, so I stayed in Jiangcheng and wanted to be with her." Lin Muan said.

Yang Yiting appreciates Lin Muan ’s remarks, so he asked: "Your throat and all aspects of the conditions are also good. Why not try some record companies and agencies?"

"I tried it many times, but it didn't work out, probably because I would sing Cantonese songs?" Lin Muan said with a wry smile. He still has a dream of music, but he has touched too many walls.

"What can I sing Cantonese songs? You don't know how to speak Mandarin!" Yang Yi frowned.

“No, I mean, I ’m good at singing Cantonese songs, so when I try to sing, I usually sing Cantonese songs. I ’m sorry, but my mouth is stupid and I do n’t know clearly.” Lin Muan Said with some embarrassment.

"Because you sang Cantonese songs, they eliminated you?" Guo Ziyi didn't believe it.

"Maybe ... it ’s because I told them that I wanted to sing Cantonese songs ..." Lin Muan said eloquently, "They let me sing Chinese songs, and I can sing, but I do n’t like what they say I can only sing Chinese songs in the future, so I do n’t want to sing to them. "

I ’m really an honest boy, because I do n’t want to give up Cantonese songs, I do n’t show others my ability on Chinese songs ...

"Hey, why are you so obsessed with Cantonese songs?" Guo Ziyi asked.

"Because it ’s really good, do n’t look at the Cantonese song market is now inferior to the Chinese song market, but once it has created a glory that Chinese songs can't match, and even can be said to be the glory of our nation and country , I think that when everyone sings Chinese songs, some people still need to persevere, ca n’t let it continue to fall! "

Lin Muan felt that he had spoken too radically, and quickly explained: "I do n’t mean I have to sing Cantonese songs, I also like Chinese songs, but I do n’t want to give up Cantonese songs, preferably two. Being able to give consideration to both, I can also do my best to promote Cantonese songs. "

"Understood, you mean to sing Chinese songs, but it is best to have a few Cantonese songs in the record! I think it's okay, I also like to listen to Cantonese songs." Guo Ziyi nodded.

"Well, but I was in Jiangcheng and even went to Modu. I think everyone will have some prejudice against Cantonese songs." Lin Muan sighed.

"That's because they don't understand, they don't want to listen." Guo Ziyi said sharply.

He still seriously advises Lin Muan: "I think, your music dream still has to stick to it. The record company is biased against your ideas. Then you can go to some competitions, get results, and then Go back and talk to them! "

"What do you want to stick to your dreams? He doesn't have a job anymore, is he supported by his girlfriend?" Yang Yi suddenly inserted a sentence.

Lin Muan is sad, he does n’t know what to say.

Guo Ziyi scratched his head. He, the young master, could n’t think of dreams and bread sometimes.

Reality is often the biggest gap between dreams.

Lin Muan is also the same. Although Ran Jin has always supported him on the path of music, Lin Muan himself is very uneasy, because he has never seen hope like this, he has no way to give Ran Jin the biggest promise ...

"Did I stick to the idea of ​​Cantonese songs, am I wrong?" Lin Muan drove the car and remained silent for a while before he couldn't help saying.

Guo Ziyi doesn't know what to say at the moment, he can't think of it, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand.

“Bring me Lin Lin ’s guitar!” Yang Yi suddenly turned to Ding Xiang.