Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment.

Don't you bring money when you invite people to eat?

He reminded the uncle, "You can scan the QR code to pay."

The uncle said that he is too old to understand this, "I don't have any money on my phone."

Jiang Yang was convinced, "You are really an uncle."

When they arrived at the store, the uncle was full of anger, "Two servings of fried liver!"

Jiang Yang paid the bill, and the uncle told Jiang Yang, "Next time, I will invite you."

Jiang Yang looked at the fried liver served by the clerk, and didn't know what to do for a while.

The uncle felt refreshed when he ate it. He blew it, and when it was not hot, he poured down half a bowl. Seeing that it tasted delicious, Jiang Yang tried a sip, and the strange smell mixed with garlic penetrated into his throat. , not to Jiangyang's appetite.

"It cannot be wasted."

The uncle also took Jiangyang's bowl and made it all round.

Jiang Yang suspected that the uncle had asked him to invite him to dinner on purpose, and he was worthy of being the actor's father.

The uncle blinked innocently, "It's not my fault, you just say that the breakfast is authentic or not?"

Jiang Yang has nothing to say, it's too authentic.

When he goes back, he can make another breakfast for himself and his wife.

He was bored looking around, and suddenly saw the old man's birdcage. The whole body of the cage wire is made of thin and straight bamboo branches. The bamboo material is refined, the wire thickness and the spacing are even. The cage hook is made of alloy copper, shaped like a bamboo joint, with smooth horns and smooth lines. Jiang Yang especially likes the wooden work of a blue bird, which is small but lifelike.

"Master, your bird cage is so beautiful."

"It looks good."

Uncle proud.

He said it was specially made for him by an old friend of the Peking Opera Troupe. His old friend worked as a prop master in the Peking Opera Troupe, and now he is retired, so he played with these things. He also made a miniature model of the Forbidden City. The next step is to move the eight wonders of the world into his home.

Jiang Yang asked the uncle, "When will we get to know each other?"

He also wants to ask someone to do something.

The Lego he played was pretty good, but some scenes couldn’t be reproduced, they weren’t realistic enough, and the Lego in this world couldn’t match certain works in another world. He can't think of a headache every time he thinks of something.

For the sake of fried liver, the uncle said, "That's all right now, let's stroll over?"

Jiang Yang asked where he was.

He said in Nancheng.

"Master, you can travel far enough."

Jiang Yang said no, he had to go back and make breakfast for his family.

Uncle is impatient, "We have to repay the kindness of these two fried livers. You go back later and cook for your wife first. I will wait for your news. After we are done, I will take you to eat the most authentic shabu-shabu at noon." mutton."

Jiang Yang hesitated, leaving his wife, who is a national beauty and a celestial being, to accompany this uncle to eat hot-boiled mutton, which is somewhat seriously ill. Forget it, if you are sick, you will be sick. The man in his family had an inspiration yesterday, and today he is creating, and he has become aloof.

He made an agreement with the uncle, "How can I contact your uncle?"

The uncle took out his mobile phone, "Come on, I'll scan your friends."

Jiang Yang took out his mobile phone and asked him to scan it. After scanning, he suddenly came back to his senses, "Didn't you scan the code?"

"I'll invite you to take the subway later!"

The uncle stood up proudly. The reason why he can't swipe his card is because his son knows that he is eating fried liver again as soon as he swipe it. The fried liver has high cholesterol, and he has high blood lipids now, so his son won't let him eat it.

"If he finds out about this, he will be nagging all day when he goes back."

The uncle doesn't mind telling Jiang Yang a secret, his actor son is a chatterbox, and he can talk all day without rest.

Jiang Yang turned on the recording, "Master, say it again."

Grandpa walked forward.

Jiang Yang went to the breakfast shop to buy two breakfasts, and put them on the dining table when he got home.

Li Qingning is not in the room, but in the soundproof room.

When Jiang Yang opened the door and went in, he saw Li Qingning sitting in front of the drum, beating aimlessly.

This is a small movement she often has when she is thinking, that is, knocking things, and this drum kit is undoubtedly the most suitable. She was still turning the drumsticks, just like she was turning the pen when she was thinking. Obviously, except for the melody from yesterday, she hadn't found a suitable inspiration yet.

Jiang Yang was quite inspired by her outfit. She was wearing his white shirt on the upper body, hot pants on the lower body, and her hair was tied in a ponytail casually, loosely.

Jiang Yang walked over, "A talented woman also has a day when her brain gets stuck?"

"It's all your fault!"

Li Qingning threw the drumstick away, "I'm hungry, I can't supply enough energy for mental thinking."

She jumped on Jiang Yang and asked Jiang Yang to carry her to the kitchen. She was too hungry to walk. When Jiang Yang carried her away, she suddenly had an inspiration and asked Jiang Yang to go to the soundproof room to get the score .

After Jiang Yang left, Li Qingning stretched his waist, "I just said that something is missing, the sweet taste of love is missing."

After Jiang Yang brought her score, she lay down on the dining table and began to write.

Jiang Yang let her take a sip of milk and told her to go out with the uncle later.

Li Qingning didn't even raise his head, "I have granted you my permission."

Jiang Yang tore off a piece of bread and fed it to her, "When will the king turn over my cards?"

Li Qingning raised his head and thought for a while, "Now?"

Jiang Yang still doesn't need it.

He tidied up, told Li Qingning that he was coming back to cook at noon, and went downstairs.

The house became quiet, leaving behind Li Qingning, the summer draft whizzed by, it was a summer afternoon, the sweet miss waiting for the appearance of the sweetheart.

She picked up the pen again...

Jiang Yang wore a hat and a mask, and took the subway with the uncle. The uncle invited a guest, and they reversed the car once. When they arrived in Nancheng, after getting out of the subway, they led Jiang Yang into the alley again.

The alley in front is still decent, but when you go down the steps and enter a one-meter-wide house with illegal renovations on both sides, it will be completely unsightly. When you encounter a person riding an electric bicycle, you have to stick to the wall to hide .

The uncle knows the door here, and most of the passers-by know him.

"Master Men, you're back."

"Master Men, what are you doing when you come back, if you don't enjoy life with your son?"

Uncle Dare is called Wangmen.

Uncle Wang spoke one by one and told Jiang Yang, don't look at this place as dilapidated, just like the slums abroad, it's rich here, every inch of land is expensive, and the developers can't afford to tear it down, so it's left until now. "Before entering the New World, it was a stinky ditch. Later, when we entered the New World, the stinky ditch was covered by roads, and now the stinky ditch is under our feet," said the uncle.

The house allocated to their troupe is right here.

He has lived here for decades, he can find the door with his eyes closed, and he knows who it is by the sound of footsteps. But it is no longer possible. Most of the people living here are tenants, and the old residents who are still here. His old friend is a typical example. He has worked in the Peking Opera Troupe all his life. His son said cross talk, "There is nothing luscious about it."

The cross talk in this world is really not much improved, there has never been a great legend like a martial artist, an archaeologist, an old western doctor, a gynecologist, and the chairman of the Bada Hutong, Mr. Wang. The industry relies on the presence of the Spring Festival Gala.

Between turns, they came to a small courtyard with a lot of wood behind the door. After entering the small courtyard, they were greeted with the smell of barbecue. A middle-aged man was squatting there fanning a charcoal fire to grill lamb kebabs. Woolen cloth.

This middle-aged man looks like one word, honest, and looks like a doormat.

The uncle wondered: "David, how about kebabs in the morning?"

"Uncle Wang is here."

David rubbed Xun's unbearable eyes, "My dad is in the room."

Jiang Yang knew who this was, and probably also knew why he said that cross talk couldn't get any money.

With him like this, it’s definitely not like the one who is funny, and the one who is flattering is honest and honest, and the one who is funny dares to tease, the audience will probably shout: "Isn't this bullying honest people!!"

Uncle Wang asked him what he was going to do.

David is going to sell skewers, he thinks selling skewers outside the alley is good.

Uncle Wang was surprised: "The last time you came here, did you hear your dad say that you started a business, selling skewers?"

Jiang Yang also wanted to say, does this mean that cross talkers have crossed borders to sell skewers?

It's too curly.

David said, sir, your causal relationship is wrong.

He started a business and then sold skewers.

Jiang Yang wanted to laugh, it was like a cross talk talker.