Rebirth of the 80s

Chapter 128 [No.139] Sunny Day
Yuan Jia jumped up from the mat and shouted, "Yeah, that's great, then can you go out with us?"

Xie Wenjun nodded: "Of course, I came here early in the morning to ask you to hang out, and you two are still sleeping late."

"Why don't we have anything to do," Qiaoqiao said while getting dressed, "Since you're here, we won't sleep, I'll go wash my face."

Yuan Jia quickly put on her clothes before Qiao Qiao, "Dong Dong Dong" ran to the small attic with bare feet: "I'm going to brush my teeth first!"

Washing face, brushing teeth, dressing up... The two young daughters-in-law quickly tidied up, put on the most beautiful clothes, and happily went out to play with Xie Wenjun.

The winter sun shines on Ruili, a beautiful port city, and it looks particularly warm. From time to time, a pretty Dai girl walks by on the street, all wearing fancy tube skirts of various colors, slippers, cotton-padded jackets, and boots, which are necessary in winter. Clothes seem to have nothing to do with this beautiful city.

Xie Wenjun walked around the street with a different mood from yesterday and realized that Ruili deserves to be called "Natural Forest Park" and "Kingdom of Animals and Plants". Yuan Jia's mother said that centenarians account for the population here. It is one of the most suitable places for human habitation in the world, and the climate conditions and natural environment are both first-class and good.

Xie Wenjun thought that it would be good to move here to spend his old age when he gets old. The ancient banyan beards, golden pagodas reflecting the sun, rubber forests dripping green, green bamboos whirling, all kinds of wonders and customs, rich in the exotic Myanmar The style and the beautiful pastoral scenery have attracted him deeply. The only fly in the ointment is that Ruili is the same as other places. A Dai guy can only marry a small bud. What about tradition, Xie Wenjun thought selfishly.

"I heard that the tour guide" Yuan Jia took them to many places like a horse on horseback, Moli Tropical Rainforest Park, Wanding Ecological Park, and finally came to visit and take pictures at the religiously flavored Jielejin Pagoda.

The three of them were tired of playing, so they found a fruit stand to sit down and eat fruit to rest their feet. Ruili has a rich variety of fruits, and there are various fruit stands all over the place. You can eat fresh fruit or squeeze juice, and the price is ridiculously cheap. It costs ten yuan to buy a large-sized watermelon in Linxi, but it only costs less than one yuan in Ruili to eat it with a cow in your arms.

It is said that before liberation, people in Ruili did not walk at night at night. There were no street lights at that time, and a dozen dogs would definitely fall into mud if they walked a kilometer of night road, because wild pineapples were everywhere, and if they were not careful, they would be killed Wrestled.

When the three of them were eating fruit, an old man came to sell various homemade wooden musical instruments. Qiaoqiao knew that Xie Wenjun could play the flute, so he asked him to buy a flute for them to play.

Xie Wenjun looked at the old man's musical instruments, flute, flute, erhu, tambourine, everything is complete, and there is something purely ethnic - gourd silk.

Xie Wenjun pointed to the gourd silk and asked the old man, "How much is this?"

"This is our unique ethnic musical instrument in Yunnan. It's not expensive. It costs ten yuan," the old man picked up the gourd silk and began to play it. It’s easy to learn, buy one and play with it.”

"Hehe, okay, buy one for fun." Xie Wenjun said and paid for the cucurbit silk.

The old man clasped his hands together, made a local folk custom "blessing gift" for Xie Wenjun with a smile, and left.

Yuan Jia took a look at the cucurbit flute, and said to Xie Wenjun, "You don't know how to play the flute. Why did you buy it? We want to hear you play the flute."

Qiaoqiao nodded: "That's right, play the flute for us, the old man is gone, hurry up and go buy it."

Xie Wenjun laughed and said, "Whoever said I can only play the flute, I can still play the cucurbit flute."

"How is it possible?" Yuan Jia wondered, "It's also the first time I've seen this kind of folk musical instrument. You are a musical prodigy, you can pick up anything. Sister Qiaoqiao, have you ever seen gourd silk?"

Qiaoqiao shook her head: "I haven't seen it either, but Junjun said he can blow it, and he will definitely blow it."

"Haha, growing up together is different," Xie Wenjun smiled and winked at Qiaoqiao, then turned to Yuan Jia and said, "Should I learn something?"

Yuan Jia pursed her mouth: "Hmph! As long as you know how to blow, I will learn a little bit. If not, haha, I will punish you."

Xie Wenjun smiled: "Do you two know what the old grandpa played just now?"

"I know," Qiaoqiao thought for a while, "it seems to be a Yunnan folk song called Xiaohe...Little River Water."

"Haha, no, sister Qiaoqiao, you actually changed your name randomly," Yuan Jia said with a smile, "It's called "Wade in the Small River". Our music teacher taught this song when he was teaching the harmonica."

"Oh, little...Teacher Tang still teaches you to play the harmonica?" Xie Wenjun basically "run away" in music class, so he didn't know what Mr. Tang taught his classmates at all.

"Well, he also taught us to play the Guzheng," Yuan Jia smiled. "Teacher Tang actually played Jacky Cheung's "Legend of the Hungry Wolf" on the guzheng. It's so funny."

Xie Wenjun said in his heart that Mr. Tang has also learned his own style now. He uses Western things to adjust ethnic things, and uses ethnic things to adjust Western things. Only then will there be progress.

The talented musician Xie Wenjun picked up the cucurbit silk, and played the "Xiaohe Wading" that the old man hadn't finished just now. The two young daughters-in-law were stunned. They are really musical prodigy, even if they are musical instruments.

In fact, when Xie Wenjun composed his own music in his previous life, he almost played all kinds of musical instruments. At that time, in order to add Chinese style to pop music and challenge Jay Chou, the little king of Asia, Zhou Meng even played all kinds of musical instruments of various ethnic groups in China. So cucurbit silk naturally can't trouble him.

"Junjun, I think you should really study music." Qiaoqiao suggested.

"Yes, after learning music well, it's great to be a star. I'm so envious." Yuan Jia said with a smile, the little girl always yearns for Huahua entertainment circle.

Xie Wenjun shook his head: "The pressure of being a star is beyond ordinary people's imagination, especially when you become popular."

"I don't think so. Look at the four heavenly kings. Although there are occasional gossips, the small life is not very nourishing. It has nothing to do with pressure." Qiaoqiao thought that if the star is not good, there will be no So many people dream of it.

When it comes to serious topics closely related to himself, Xie Wenjun is not in a good mood, and said sternly: "There are different opinions on pressure. Some people think that working hard to make money is a kind of pressure, and some people think that getting married is a kind of pressure. , Some people feel that life itself is a kind of pressure, different people, the source of pressure is not the same, and I personally feel like a celebrity who can’t go shopping, eat, travel freely, and be scribbled by newspapers and magazines at any time If these things in Yitong are a kind of great pressure to me, I can't bear it. In contrast, maybe I prefer a more carefree and free life."

Yuan Jia nodded: "I understand what you mean. People have their own aspirations. From the fact that you often skip classes and don't listen to the teacher, it can be seen that you like 'freedom', haha, but... if it were me, I might be willing." Be a star, haha."

"You're a super star-chaser, of course you want to be a star yourself," Qiaoqiao said, and Yuan Jia stuck out her tongue and smiled, "Actually...me too."

"I want to ask you a question." Xie Wenjun thought for a while and smiled, "If you had to choose between being a star and being with me, what would you choose?"

The two young daughters-in-law took this issue seriously, and after thinking about it for a long time, Yuan Jia first said, "I want both."

Qiaoqiao opened her mouth wide: "Huh? You can choose both, then I want both."

"Wish is beautiful, but reality is cruel. If you choose both, according to the unique rules of the entertainment industry, you will get neither." Xie Wenjun smiled, "The three of us are together, if we are ordinary No one cares about people... At most, they will be talked about behind their backs, but stars are different. Triangular relationships will not explode, and they will be on the headlines of newspapers and magazines at any time. No matter how you explain it, it will be useless. It is natural for a person to be able to withstand this tide of attack, but is this possible? After all, a person's patience has a limit, and words are formidable. This kind of weapon is not so powerful in destroying people's spirits. It’s not that it’s not flattering to both sides, celebrities are not in the mood to do this job, love is even more afraid to talk about it, so... this is actually a kind of pressure, hehe.”

Qiaoqiao and Yuan Jia looked at each other and said tacitly: "It's not good to be a celebrity."

"Hehe, you two are kidding me. I can say whatever I want. Where did I say that being a star is not good? You can gain both fame and fortune. How beautiful it is." Xie Wenjun swallowed the remaining watermelon juice in one gulp. Well, it varies from person to person, I'm just saying that being a celebrity...is...not...suitable...for me, of course, hehe, if the three of us are together, it's not suitable for you two either."

"Well, you don't have to rely on it to eat if you know how to play a musical instrument. Wouldn't it be more romantic to entertain yourself once in a while?" Play the cucurbit flute for us, musical prodigy."

The music prodigy Xie Wenjun nodded, and played another piece of "There is a Beautiful Place" with a beautiful melody and full of Dai flavor, which is quite in line with the regional customs and is also a piece composed by predecessors in Ruili, a beautiful border town.

It was almost time to play folk songs and eat fruits. The three of them took some photos in the green plantain forest and went back.

Yuan Jia's parents closed the shop early in the evening, and prepared a large table full of delicious food for the three children. There are various dishes, including the BJ style of their hometown, Linxi style, and even Dai style and Burmese flavor, Xie Wenjun, a diner, admired the craftsmanship of Yuan Jia's parents, and praised that the royal chef in the palace was nothing more than that, telling Yuan Jia's parents to stop opening a jewelry store and open a restaurant to cross the century.

Yuan Jia's mother, Song Xiaolan, quite agreed with Xie Wenjun's suggestion, and said to her husband Yuan Liyuan: "Old Yuan, do you hear me, you should improve your skills quickly, and when Jiajia is promoted to the third year of high school, we will go back to Linxi to open a restaurant. It is said that the third year of high school is very important, and the interest in studying with parents is higher, and I am really worried about letting Jiajia live in the boarding school alone, if it weren’t for the original... well, no matter how good Ruili’s place is, I wouldn’t want to come here.”

Yuan Liyuan nodded and comforted his wife: "Don't mention the past, we will do it for another year and a half, and we will go back when Jiajia is in the third grade." How does school feel, are you not used to it?"

The three children looked at each other, each with secret things in their hearts. Yuan Jiaxin said, Mom and Dad, I only lived for half a year, and I lived in another place for the last six months, and I took the second middle school exam without telling you, I don't know What should I say.

Qiaoqiao knew that Yuan Jia lived in Xie Wenjun's "home", and was a little jealous at first, but then she thought that Yuan Jia should be helped living alone, and she and Yuan Jia both understood each other's heart I don't want to be separated from Xie Wenjun, and Xie Wenjun also likes both of them. Since this is the case, you shouldn't care too much about it. Be open about everything and live as long as you live. I have given Junjun the precious first time. Can't you think about other little things?

Xie Wenjun saw Yuan Jia's hesitation and he knew she couldn't say it, so he had to do it for himself. Anyway, these things will be said sooner or later. If Yuan Jia's parents are unhappy, let them blame him. Xie Wenjun felt that Yuan Jia's parents were both sensible and open-minded, so they should be easy to talk to.

Xie Wenjun pondered for a while and said, "Auntie and uncle, actually Yuan Jia doesn't go to boarding school anymore. She was admitted to the No. [-] Middle School, and now she is in the first year of No. [-] Middle School."

"Eh?" Yuan Jia's parents looked at each other in blank dismay. They were quite taken aback. Parents are so confused and don't know anything about their daughter's high school entrance exam. There is no reason to blame the daughter, but No. [-] Middle School is not a boarding school, it is full of day students, so where does the daughter live alone? Song Xiaolan hurriedly asked: "Then where have you lived for more than half a year, Jiajia?"

Yuan Jia looked at Xie Wenjun: "I...I live..."

Yuan Liyuan guessed: "Are you renting a house outside?"

"Yuan Jia lives outside alone, in my house," Xie Wenjun thought for a while, "My house is not bad, the land is big enough, and everything is complete. It is very convenient for Yuan Jia to live in, uh... It is more convenient than her previous living in the school dormitory."

Yuan Liyuan nodded: "Xiao Xie, I love that you are both my daughter's classmate and her landlord."

"It's not easy to rent a house by yourself," Song Xiaolan looked at Xie Wenjun, and said to her daughter, "You have to spend the living expenses we give you every month on renting a house, isn't that..." Song Xiaolan looked again Looking at Xie Wenjun, he went on to say, "You are still growing up and need nutrition, and you spend all your money on other things, so life...isn't it very hard."

It's normal for a loving mother to care about whether her children are eating well and living well, but Yuan Jia's mother regards herself as a ruthless exploiter, peeling off her daughter's "skin", cutting off her daughter's living expenses, and letting her daughter Suffering, Xie Wenjun quickly explained: "Auntie, I am not the landlord, I just lent the house to Yuan Jia to live in, we are...classmates, how could it be possible to charge her rent, and Yuan Jia has learned to cook now, and she has not lived in it for a long time. Don't eat instant noodles, and sometimes go to my house for dinner, so the nutrition can definitely keep up, you can see if she is fat for nothing... er... healthy and healthy."

Xie Wenjun said this because he wanted to reveal his relationship with Yuan Jia to Yuan Jia's parents little by little, to see what their attitude was, and if they strongly objected, then he would be a rogue, and forcefully take back these words, not for the time being. Admit it, if the reaction is not too intense, then let nature take its course and clarify the relationship bit by bit, anyway, it will be a matter of time.

Yuan Jia's parents looked at each other, and seemed to feel something was wrong. Song Xiaolan took a serious look at Xie Wenjun, "Yuan Jia's spokesperson", and said to the three of them: "Eat, eat more, don't leave food behind." Come on, my uncle and I go upstairs to discuss something, just put the dishes on the table after eating, don't worry about it."

After Song Xiaolan finished speaking, she took her husband to the small bamboo building for a "secret talk".

Qiaoqiao looked at Yuan Jia with a worried face, and said with a smile, "Junjun, you are miserable."

Yuan Jia frowned, pouted and said to Xie Wenjun, "Why did you say everything, no... You said what you shouldn't."

"What shouldn't you say? At the beginning you told me that your dad would beat me out with a broom if he wanted to know something, ha ha," Xie Wenjun said with a smile, "It seems that it is not the case now, your parents are still quite ...Well, don't worry about it, I think it's okay, maybe your mother will hold my hand and say, oh...good son-in-law, we will leave Jiajia to you, you have to take good care of her Her, haha."

"You have a good idea," Qiaoqiao smiled, "Uncle Yuan is going upstairs to get a broom now."

Yuan Jia couldn't laugh at Xie Wenjun's jokes at all, a big mess was almost spread out, I don't know what my parents would think, worry, worry about.

"Don't be so sad, think about something happy," Xie Wenjun smiled maliciously, "Should the three of us... sleep in the small bamboo building together at night?"

Yuan Jia clenched her small fists: "Sister Qiaoqiao is right, you really have a good idea, my parents know about it, is there still such a possibility?"

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