The perfect future of rebirth

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Hearing Li Zhiyuan's words, Tan Kaixuan frowned, and finally realized that something was wrong.

Chapter 36 A Prose Poem Written by My Father

Everyone has the right to choose their own path and way of life. Even as a friend, there is no reason and reason to interfere with other people's choices, because it is a particularly stupid behavior.

Independence is the need for every personality to immerse into the soul.

Zhao Fusheng is like this, and so is Tan Kaixuan.

So at the beginning, it was clear that Li Zhiyuan had thoughts about Mu Qingqing, but Tan Kaixuan did not stop him, because in Tan Kaixuan's view, if Zhao Fusheng had no interest in Mu Qingqing, he had no reason to stop Li Zhiyuan.

But the facts have proved that the heart of harming others is indispensable, and the heart of preventing others is indispensable.

When Zhao Fusheng was caught off guard, Li Zhiyuan pointed the finger at him.

As the saying goes, one fish makes a pot of soup.It has to be said that sometimes one person can really change the atmosphere of a party.Although it can't be said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are black are close to ink, at least, the atmosphere of the whole party has changed before and after Li Zhiyuan and his roommates arrived.

Men always like to show their powerful side in front of women, especially beautiful women. This is the instinct of male creatures. It has been the same for thousands of years, whether it is human beings or animals.

Obviously, in Li Zhiyuan's view, no matter whether Zhao Fusheng is interested in Mu Qingqing or not, he will become a stepping stone for him to pursue Mu Qingqing.

Zhao Fusheng is very irritable. He hates such bloody things. Originally, he drank a little wine today, coupled with the exaggerated atmosphere of the karaoke hall, he was not in a good mood. Li Zhiyuan's behavior was like a director who lit a dynamite bag The torch made Zhao Fusheng even more uncomfortable.

But as a mature and rational person, he couldn't stand up and punch each other, which made Zhao Fusheng feel as if a fire was burning in his heart.

"He doesn't like to sing, let me sing one."

Tan Kaixuan opened his mouth and took the words.

"Yeah, let's sing, come, come, come." Wen Yu and Wang Zhen naturally saw something was wrong, as roommates, of course they stood by Zhao Fusheng.

"Hehe, coward."

I don't know who said something in a low voice, the voice was not loud, but Zhao Fusheng heard it, and Hu Xia and others heard it too.

Tan Kaixuan's face suddenly became ugly, and he stood directly opposite Li Zhiyuan, "Li Zhiyuan, what do you mean?"

Li Zhiyuan smiled and didn't speak, but the people around him said in a mocking tone: "What's the matter, you don't even dare to sing a song, and you still want to pick up girls like others?"

Seeing Tan Kaixuan's face darken, Zhao Fusheng, who knew this guy was going to fight, sighed helplessly, and slowly stood up.

He didn't want to cause trouble, and more importantly, Zhao Fusheng, who was proud in his bones, despised this kind of behavior of fighting for women's popularity, which was too naive and too boring.

"Wang Zhen, go ask the boss here, do you have a guitar?" Zhao Fusheng ordered Wang Zhen to go out with one sentence, and then looked at Tan Kaixuan behind him, "Calm down, there are so many girls, don't let them joke."

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Tan Kaixuan took a deep breath, and was about to speak when Zhao Fusheng shook his head slightly, "Trust me."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Fusheng looked behind Li Zhiyuan, the person who had just mocked him, blinked and asked, "Do you like picking up soap?"

"what?"

The man looked inexplicable, obviously he didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, feeling like he had few friends.

"What do you mean?" Li Zhiyuan looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Fusheng ignored him, just stood there quietly, waiting for Wang Zhen.

Soon, Wang Zhen came back, actually carrying a guitar.

"No, how do you know there is a guitar here?" Wang Zhen asked strangely while handing the guitar to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, just took the guitar and played it with his head down, but Mu Qingqing who was beside him suddenly said, "When I entered the door, there were singers stationed on the stage downstairs..."

If there are resident singers, there will naturally be musical instruments, and the guitar is undoubtedly indispensable.

Even Zhao Fusheng glanced at Mu Qingqing in surprise, he didn't expect her observation to be so careful.

After fiddling with the guitar for a while, Zhao Fusheng curled his lips, looked at the surrounding environment, shook his head, and asked Wang Zhen, "Has the next performance started?"

The ktv they came to is a relatively good entertainment place near the school. The downstairs is a bar, and the upstairs is a place for singing.

Wang Zhen shook his head, "We'll have to wait for a while. It seems that there is a singer performing now. That's where I borrowed this guitar."

Zhao Fusheng snorted, looked at Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia, "Go down."

Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia were puzzled. When they looked at each other, they saw that Zhao Fusheng had stood up and went out with the guitar on his back.

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Li Zhiyuan muttered, before he could say anything, Hu Xia, Tan Kaixuan and others had already followed Zhao Fusheng out, and even Mu Qingqing followed.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't look at him.

"Come on, let's go and see what kind of medicine he sells in the gourd." Li Zhiyuan stomped his feet and walked out.

When they walked downstairs, they saw that Zhao Fusheng was already sitting in the singer's seat, with the microphone set up in front of him, and the guitar that had just been tuned in his hand.

"This song is dedicated to my father." Zhao Fusheng cleared his throat, plucked the strings lightly, and a melodious melody sounded.

"In [-], the crops were not yet harvested.

My son was lying in my arms, sleeping so sweetly.

Tonight's open-air movie, I don't have time to watch it.

My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine.

I'm going tomorrow, and I'll borrow some more money from my neighbor's house.

The child cried all day, clamoring for biscuits.

The blue polyester card top, the pain drilled into my heart.

He squatted on the edge of the pond and gave himself two punches.

this is my father,

words in the diary,

This is left of his youth,

prose poems left behind,

Years later, I watched the tears flow,

My father has aged like a shadow. "