put wildness in his heart

Chapter 184 Black Heart Money

"Brother, do you think I'm free every day? I can't wait to break my time into 48 hours, okay? Just studying has already taken up most of my time. How can I have time to go out every day? Let me tell you , I think you really need to reflect on it. If you have money at home, you don’t need to study? Can it let you hang around all day? Have you ever heard of the saying that you can’t be rich for three generations? Going abroad can make you a layer of gold Come back, but what are you going to do after you take over the company? Don’t know anything, do you dare to take over?”

A certain prodigal son surnamed Qi who was educated: "..."

Facts have proved that people who are better than you work harder than you in private. Children from real famous families have a lot to learn, and they are not just rich second-generation children who can spend money.

Qi Cheng honestly went back to his study to look through his textbooks.

Throughout the summer vacation, Wen Miao stayed with Shen Jiayu along with He Yin and the others, but they didn't do anything else, except for homework, they still did homework.

There are really a lot of homework assigned by the key class of the attached middle school.

They liked to stay together since they were young. They used to be in the band's practice room, but now they moved to a new place - a box near the end of the corridor on the second floor of Floating Life. The quiet environment amidst the noise soon replaced the practice room as the new favorite of several people.

At 04:30, Wen Miao went downstairs, went to the opposite cold drink shop to buy some ice cream, but didn't go up again, and sat down in front of the bar in the lobby on the first floor, planning to wait for the takeaway to come and take it together.

At this time, the bar has just opened, and there are not many people there, but the resident singers and bands in the bar are already getting ready for work.

Xu Meng was sitting on the edge of the high platform, holding a guitar in his hand, and was adjusting the strings. Next to him was a young man holding an acoustic guitar, playing the guitar facing the score, as if he was familiar with the score.

Xu Meng hummed a few words along with the music he played: "I drank the northwest wind you drank, are we equally poor? Look at the empty pockets and wallets, and my heart hurts."

Wen Miao who was led astray: "..."

I can't fix it for her.

How did the original version sing?

Wen Miao bit the ice cream spoon and tilted her head thinking for a long time, but she didn't remember it.

The music on the stage continued, and Xu Meng continued humming: "I drank the Northwest Wind you drank, and my tears are just as empty, because I have the same job and the same poverty."

Wen Miao: "..."

Well, now the original version is completely forgotten, and he successfully led it into the ditch.

After Xu Meng tuned the guitar, he handed it to a man in a hat behind him, then walked off the stage and came to talk to Wen Miao: "Master Cat, do you know why you can't pick it up?"

"Why?" Wen Miao asked humbly.

Xu Meng sighed and said, "Because you are not a laborer, and you are not poor. After this song is adapted, only our hardworking and poor migrant workers can take over."

"..."

It makes sense.

After chatting with Wen Miao for a few words, Xu Meng took out a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the "Gudong Gudong" and drank a couple of sips, then lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat on his face: "By the way, cat Lord, I'll show you the whole thing in a while, Lao Yu wrote a new song, composed it just the day before yesterday, added erhu and suona, today is the opening song."

Mentioning Lao Yu, Wen Miao tilted her head and glanced at the stage, and saw a man sitting behind the drum kit: "Lao Yu from your band is really amazing."

"It's not bad, but it's still not comparable to your team." Xu Meng is not modest, they are also in the mixed music circle, and of course they know the name of Kitty Ears Band, "The members of our team are basically Those who become monks halfway have not received any orthodox training, you have been playing this since childhood."

The two were talking when Shen Jiayu came down from the second floor.

He stopped at the stairs, raised his eyes and glanced around the hall at random, and then his eyes fell on Wen Miao accurately.

Wen Miao waved at him at the same time.

Shen Jiayu came over and sat down on the high chair beside her: "Why didn't you go up?"

Wen Miao tapped the door with her chin: "Waiting for takeaway."

"takeout?"

"Well, Hippo said he ordered a takeaway, and I just came down to buy ice cream, so I thought I'd wait for his takeaway to arrive, and take it up."

While talking, Xu Meng had finished drinking a bottle of mineral water, and went back to the stage to fix his work, but the good work failed. The brother who can play the suona in the band suddenly had an urgent matter and couldn't come, so he had to improvise Get the guitarist on top.

He was ordered in danger, and the guitarist brother could only bite the bullet.

But he was really not very good at the suona instrument, and when a suona was blown out of nowhere, the people who blew it all over the hall began to doubt their lives, and even the other people in the team were taken away by the sound.

The rhythm of the drummer was taken to the Mariana Trench.

The scene of a large rollover.

The audience below began to cover their ears.

On a table nearer to the stage, a young man couldn't help but uttered: "I'm not very musical. I couldn't tell whether Beethoven played the piano all night, whether it was joy or sorrow, but this brother played the music like this." As soon as the suona came out, I knew I should follow the ceremony, and I still had to follow the big ceremony."

Someone answered, "Although I don't know suona, it seems that I'm really not good at playing suona."

"The appearance of this band really fills the blank of our country's music in the wedding and funeral circles."

"Are you amateurs here to work? Isn't the intonation too bad? I think you guys can run faster than Bolt in this tune."

"People say that when the bands get together, it's a fight between gods and gods, but I watched this live today, and it feels more like pecking at each other."

Xu Meng: "..."

this is an accident.

The suona was so powerful that it directly overwhelmed all the instruments and vocals. Once it was chaotic, the rhythm of the entire band would be disrupted.

The audience below became even more noisy, and some people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal shouted "Refund the money", and the hall was in chaos like a scene where the national football team lost.

Shen Jiayu, the boss, is a group of prudent ones, and despite the "sounding noises" below, he sits firmly and does not move like a mountain.

Wen Miao poked his elbow: "Aren't you going to suppress the game?"

"No need." Shen Jiayu said in an understatement tone, "If you dare to spoil the scene, you will have to pay three times the money. They know it well."

Wen Miao: "?"

three times?
In the past, it was not always compensation at the original price, but now the price has increased?

As if seeing the doubt in her eyes, Shen Jiayu hooked the corners of his lips, and sighed helplessly, "I can't help it. I have a small fortune at home, so I have to earn money to support my family."

"..."

What you earn is black-hearted money.

(End of this chapter)