Chapter 272 Crayfish
Convenience store after twelve o'clock.
Jiang Yang's two good friends, Hou Bing and Xiao Yang, are having lunch. There is also a meal next to them, which is reserved for Uncle Jing. Uncle Jing called just now and said that he will come over for dinner after delivering the last order.
The dishes in front of them are very rich.
Hou Bing glanced at Lu Xiaoyu, "When Uncle Jing and I were together, there was no such meat dish. When you came, Lao Xiao, this meat dish was enough. We don't know why."
Xiao Yang: "Maybe your character is not good."
"I-"
Hou Bing felt that Xiao Yang really had a way of pretending to be stupid.
The mature female store manager of the convenience store said thoughtfully at this time: "It's past twelve, and it's Qixi Festival."
She looked at the shop assistants Lu Xiaoyu and Xiao Yang.
"It's Qixi Festival."
Xiao Yang stopped, and when everyone was waiting for him to finish, he said, "Jiang Yang said, Sister Ning's new album will be released today, right?"
"Depend on."
The mature store manager rolled her eyes.
"right."
Hou Bing talked about Xiao Yang’s meat dishes with chopsticks, “Sister Ying was still in the group during the day and said that she would buy one to support.”
"Sister Ning."
Lu Xiaoyu blinked, "New album?"
She has heard of Sister Ning. Last time Xiao Yang said that his friend is the screenwriter of "Underground Traffic Station" and his wife is Sister Ning.
"demon king."
Hou Bing explained.
"Yo, you are also fans of the Great Devil."
The store manager is a fan of the Great Devil. In her words, she let the Devil’s half-sugar ring drop seven or eight years ago, and gave it to the senior for the first time. Since then, she has embarked on the road of beheading men.
She took out her mobile phone to look for it.
Hou Bing: "No, we are big brother fans of the big devil's husband."
The store manager dismissively said, "What's so popular about the big devil's husband, little boy—wait a minute, I'll take a look, Sister Ning, the big devil, the screenwriter—damn!"
She stared wide-eyed: "That screenwriter friend's wife is no! Yes! Is she the big devil?!"
"Excellent."
Hou Bing was proud, "It's just the handsome guy I brought that day. We are brothers. When we went to the orchard to steal peaches, I was the one who gave him the crock. I still remember the stir-fried meat. Since then, he saw I have to call Brother Bing!"
Xiao Yang: "Stop talking! He is obviously handsome, but the owner of the orchard let him go lightly."
"Come on!"
The store manager was running around in circles, no wonder Xiao Yang said last time that none of the ten she was a match for Sister Ning, "Damn!"
She actually thought of snatching the husband of the Great Demon King, and ate ten bears' hearts and guts.
"Sin, sin."
The store manager drew a cross on his chest, "Amitabha."
At this moment, the store door opened, and Uncle Jing walked in with a bag, and greeted him with a hoarse voice: "Come, come, I invite everyone to eat garlic crayfish."
Hou Bing is a colleague, and he knew what was going on as soon as he heard the packaging: "What's the matter, the order was rejected? Spilled? Timed out? Didn't say anything good, contacted the merchant and returned it."
"Hey, blame me, timed out."
Uncle Jing smiled and said: "Come here, let's try it too, I haven't eaten crayfish yet."
This order will be delivered in the middle of the night, so it is unlikely to be overtime.
Hou Bing still wanted to talk, but Xiao Yang kicked him, so Hou Bing could only swallow the words in his stomach.
Xiao Yang opened the takeaway lunch box, "We haven't eaten crayfish for a long time, just to satisfy our cravings."
He also called Lu Xiaoyu and the others to come over.
There is no one in the store now, so try it while it is hot.
The store manager was the last one to come. After doing some operations, the stereo in the store played the song of the same name from the new album of the Great Demon King.
No one spoke.
The voice of the big devil echoed in the store. Uncle Jing ate the crayfish, even chewed the shell of the crayfish, sucked out all the juice, and swallowed it all without wasting any meat.
Hou Bing and Xiao Yang looked at each other.
Perhaps Anonymous’s confusion and difficulties in life in the music are what Uncle Jing is thinking about now.
until-
The change of the guitar solo is like a dose of medicine primer, hooking out the bitterness in Uncle Jing’s heart.
His rough hands cover his face.
Mr. Anonymous appeared three times, without redundant lyrics, as if all comforts were redundant.
It was as if Hou Bing patted him on the shoulder.
"Huh."
Uncle Jing put down his hands and greeted everyone, "Come, eat."
***
Jiang Yang woke up and felt that the world was a bit strange.
The housekeeper of the community had strange eyes when he saw him, and there was also an inexplicable kindness and concern?
What's going on?
After arriving at the park, few people knew him, so Jiang Yang felt much more at ease.
He ran into the uncle in the blue T-shirt again, and there was a line of words "Blue Bird Furniture" written on his clothes. He ran at a leisurely pace. Jiang Yang made a decision this time, not to run and fight, he followed the uncle , that's all right.
Who knew that the uncle slowly accelerated, and unknowingly raised Jiang Yang's pace.
Jiang Yang was convinced.
He stopped following and went home to cook for his wife.
Leaving behind the blue-clothed uncle, he turned his head and saw Jiang Yang, with a lonely expression on his face.
While Jiang Yang was cooking, Li Qingning got up.
She wore a long pleated skirt with fine pleats, rippling with her every move like water waves; the loose T-shirt hung lazily on her body, revealing her shoulders inadvertently, and the suspenders slid over her shoulders.
She leaned against the door and asked Jiang Yang if she had heard her new album.
Jiang Yang: "I didn't have time."
He went for a run after getting up in the morning, and cooked after running.
Li Qingning pouted.
She went out, and after a while, "Mr. Anonymous" was played on the stereo at home.
"this-"
Jiang Yang stopped what he was doing.
Although he doesn’t understand music, he is just like the wind. He doesn’t know what the wind is, but the wind blowing from his hometown is always different from the outside.
When hearing the lyrics, Jiang Yang smiled.
Li Qingning appeared at the door again, "How is it?"
Jiang Yang stretched out his hand: "Let me hug you."
"I still have flour on hand."
Li Qingning left in disgust.
After breakfast, they stayed at home, Li Qingning went to practice musical instruments, Jiang Yang sat on the sofa, watching his mobile phone full of thanks to Jiang Yang, the unknown Mr. ?
But many of those who boast are music critics.
From various perspectives such as arrangement and composition, they praised the subtlety of the guitar and piano in the arrangement, further carried forward the strengths of the big devil in telling stories with melody, and took notes as language with ease.
As for the lyrics, they are still at the basic level of a big devil. The very straightforward lyrics express the sadness of beating a worker.
At noon, Li Qingning put on a coat and led Jiang Yang to Longfu for lunch.
Today is indeed the Qixi Festival, and there are many people eating. Fortunately, as the heads of the household here, they have their own seats. After eating, Li Qingning had to go to the company and prepare for today's party.
Jiang Yang was going to go, but they received a call from Zhou Hao on their way home.
Zhou Hao asked Jiang Yang to meet a client in the afternoon.
Jiang Yang: "No! Today is the holiday."
"What kind of holiday is it? Today is Friday, Qixi Festival is not a holiday! You have to go to work! Do you have the consciousness to beat workers?" Zhou Hao complained on the other end of the phone, "I really doubt that you are written in the lyrics. The food is so inspirational, I also convinced you."
Jiang Yang sighed softly: "Hey, there is no way, who made us marry a good wife."
Li Qingning beat him up next to him, and acted like a good boy after getting a good deal.
Jiang Yang patted her to tell her not to make a fuss, and it happened to be on her buttocks. The fabric of this skirt is really good.
Li Qingning looked around, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Zhou Hao: "Come on, it's about the online copyright of "Underground Transportation Station"."
Jiang Yang frowned, "Hey, this is a big deal."
Then, lip-shaped and called a sister.
Li Qingning smiled and took his arm.
(end of this chapter)