Dumb start: hold 33 concerts

Chapter 269 It's Likely My Home
Zhong Liang took two classes,
40 minutes per class, 10 minutes between classes, a total of 90 minutes,

Brother Jie listened hard outside for 90 minutes, but he still couldn't get enough of it.
A national football game is about to be played,

The only difference is that watching Zhong Liang in class is more fun,
Watching the national football game is cool, and scolding is cool.

After class,
Zhong Liang drove the carriage again, carrying Brother Jie,

Left under the watchful eyes of the folks,

There is a detail that Jack has noticed in particular,
That is Zhong Liang went to the office after class,
Brother Jie didn't follow, but he should have explained to Mr. Chen,
And those students and their grandparents,
Standing on the playground in front of the teaching building,

Until Zhong Liang came out, no one left first,

It's not like the parents who pick up their children in the city,

I leave as soon as I receive the child. Even if I meet the teacher face to face, I don’t say a word, and I don’t even say hello.
The inheritance of respecting teachers and respecting Taoism has been continued in this small mountain village.

The old carriage creaked and shook,

Brother Jie is still the same, lying on the carriage with the dog's tail grass in his mouth,

He asked, "Ah Liang, what's the name of the song that the kid sang?"

Zhong Liang: "Chi Ling."

Brother Jie: "Chi Ling? The name is well chosen, and it has the flavor of an opera. You wrote another classic, which is so amazing. It's a pity that you sang it to your children. It would be shocking if you sang it yourself."

Zhong Liang smiled and said nothing,

With a flick of the whip, he slapped the horse's ass,
Da da da, the carriage gradually accelerated.

Brother Jie doesn't even have to think about this kind of classic song, it must have come from Zhong Liang.

This is beyond doubt, if it were someone else, Brother Jie would definitely ask, did you write this?

Here in Zhong Liang, there will be no such doubts at all.

Brother Jie asked again: "How far has your voice recovered? Is it completely healed?"

Zhong Liang: "Okay."

Not only good, but ever-changing.

Yanjing's last concert, before Zhong Liang was about to go on stage,
The system prompted him to hand over the task.
Because the audience was all present and the seats were full,
Absolutely more than half of the tickets sold, after the system detects,
Understand that Zhong Liang, the host, urgently needs to restore the mood of the voice,

It was only then that he was reminded that he could hand over the task in advance and recover his voice.

With such a considerate system, how could Zhong Liang live up to its good intentions?

Hand over the task on the spot, after completion,
The system not only repaired his voice, but also gave him a huge reward,

That is a 'variable golden voice' that can simulate any sound,
And it's so lifelike that no one, no matter how high-tech, can tell the difference between the real thing and the fake one.

Brother Jie heard that, don't mention how happy he is,

He slapped his thigh and shouted, "Sing one for Grandpa!"

Zhong Liang: "Are you sure?"

Brother Jie: "Hey! Sing one for me. Since your voice broke, I haven't heard you sing for many years. Just the Chi Ling song just now. The child's singing is not very good, so he must not be as good as you."

That's for sure, apprentices are better than masters,
That Zhong Liang was not here long ago.

Zhong Liang thought for a while, and said, "Then I'll sing a part, just the opera part."

Before I saw anyone preparing to clear my throat, a singing voice came from the front:
"The people in the audience can't see the old color when they walk by

People on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song

The words of love are hard to write, she sings to make peace with blood
When the curtain starts and the curtain ends, who is the guest

what……"

As soon as he opened his head, Brother Jie turned over and stood up.
He couldn't sit still at all, he couldn't believe that the voice came from Zhong Liang's throat,
To him, it sounded exactly like a woman's voice.

Very dramatic, lingering and melodious,
Like a classical beauty waiting to be called into the boudoir, she walked lightly with lotus steps along the way.

The artistic conception of ink painting and painting curls up,

Zhong Liang's image suddenly rose in Brother Jie's heart.
It looks like a full-fledged opera master, wearing costumes and waving water sleeves on the stage.

Brother Jie slapped his thigh: "Okay! You sang really well! If you go back, you will surely surprise everyone again. Hey, go back early, Ah Liang."

Zhong Liang still just smiled and said nothing, continued to wave his whip, continued to drive the carriage,

After that, Brother Jie didn't say a word.

I don't know if I am reminiscing about the previous song.

We walked for about seven or eight minutes.

Turn over the hillside in front of you and walk down for a while.

But at this time, Brother Jie, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pointed behind the hillside ahead,

"Hey, there's a lot of thick smoke there, can't it be burned somewhere?"

Zhong Liang had seen it a long time ago, but there was nothing strange about it.

In the countryside, cooking is done every day, and cooking smoke is everywhere.
It's just that the cooking smoke in this place looks a little thicker, so there's nothing to make a fuss about.

Zhong Liang: "This is a common thing in rural areas. You haven't seen it too often."

As he spoke, he continued to drive the carriage and walked slowly on the country road.

In the countryside, everything slows down,

In order to better enjoy the process of life,

If everything is fast and fast, what's the difference from being in the city?
Therefore, Zhong Liang is not in a hurry,
It's still early, but after five in the afternoon,
When I get home, I start cooking at six o'clock, and I start eating around 06:30.
This is the case in rural areas, either eating very early or eating very late,
Brother Jie: "I understand the truth, but the smoke is too thick. If it is a fire, it will be troublesome. Let's go over and have a look."

Zhong Liang smiled and said: "Then you're thinking too much. There are many wooden houses in the village, the awareness of fire prevention and theft prevention is particularly strong, and the publicity is also particularly in place. You will pay attention to them, unless you live in wooden houses and live less, so you don't have so much vigilance. .”

Brother Jie nodded, "Well, it makes sense, like my three wives have never lived in a wooden house, cooking at home several times almost caused a fire!!!"

When he said this, he saw that Zhong Liang had turned his head,

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise and horror in each other's eyes.

Zhong Liang: "It's probably my house!"

Brother Jie: “It’s probably my wife who’s cooking!”

Zhong Liang immediately turned around and waved his whip: "Drive, drive, drive!!!"

Jie Ge: "Hurry up, hurry up!!!"

Zhong Liang: "Drive, drive, drive!!!"

Jie Ge: "Hurry up, hurry up!!!"

The old carriage ran to the field ridge, and then went downhill to the wooden building.

At this time, the wooden building was already shrouded in thick smoke, and it was impossible to see clearly.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky like a pillar.

Zhong Liang and Jie Ge in the carriage were shocked,

Wooden houses are beautiful, but they are no better than brick houses in terms of fire resistance.
Once it burns, it can't be stopped at all,

There is no fire here, and the only thing we can rely on is the folks,
But the folks in their seventies and eighties expect them to come to put out the fire,

I'm afraid that Zhong Liang will turn around and save them later.

Brother Jie shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, go and save people."

(End of this chapter)