My Best Wife

Chapter 1302 The Last Battle (Sixteen)

He was so happy to see Huang Wanting again. So the first reaction was to hug her instinctively, Huang Wanting also responded with a smile, and by the way smiled and cursed: "It still hasn't changed at all, I will be a gangster when I meet.

"I'm at this age, and everything is finalized, how can I change it?" Fang Zhiqiang let go of her with a smile, and stared at her; "But you have changed and become better than before."

Huang Wanting smiled and said, "Why, I've been so busy these days, I feel a lot older." She looked at Fang Zhiqiang, "However, some things really won't change."

Fang Zhiqiang didn't realize the deep meaning of her words, only smiled and said, "Didn't you quit the entertainment circle? Why are you busier than before, and the whole thing seems to have evaporated."

In fact, Fang Zhiqiang did not contact Huang Wanting. He knew that even if Huang Wanting left the entertainment circle, she still had her own life and had a lot of things to do, so he had always been waiting for Huang Wanting to come back to him.

Huang Wanting smiled easily and said, "I remember that I told you a long time ago that I wanted to be a studio. There are also Xiaowu and the others. After leaving the entertainment industry, they were busy with this matter. It's almost there. Then I'll come back to you." She roughly talked about her experience during this time.

"It's great." Fang Zhiqiang said sincerely. He was really happy for Huang Wanting. "The original dreams are being realized little by little, and you are now embarking on the life you want step by step."

Huang Wanting smiled, turned her head and said: "Mostly yes, but not everything is perfect. However, I have been able to get this since I walked empty-handed, and it is already a big profit."

The two chatted for a few words, and Fang Zhiqiang took the guitar: "Let's start?" To be honest, he was a little eager to try, and it felt like he was depressed for a long time. There is a way to release himself.

"Okay, you come first, I'll accompany you." Huang Wanting looked at the pedestrians passing by, "There are too many people, I'm afraid someone will recognize me. It doesn't matter if you have money or not. To be honest, I have been a long time. I didn’t sing well. I used to sing to make money, just like a beloved girl, but suddenly I married home and became a wife. I faced it every day. As a result, I didn’t even have the mood to sleep. Now it’s real singing."

Fang Zhiqiang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter. Huang Wanting has always been like this, cold and indifferent, but from time to time there will be a few amazing words: "Okay, then you will admire your girl again later."

Immediately after Huang Wanting played the guitar, Fang Zhiqiang began to sing. From the earliest "Story of Time" to "The Most Beloved Girl" that touched his heart most a while ago, it has been a long time since Fang Zhiqiang can hardly sing. The door was adjusted, but soon, he plunged in. Sing carefully.

During this year’s hard work, two people, and even more people, have experienced too many joys and sorrows. In the end, they could only sing so quietly in the empty square and small secluded corner. A song, even without asking someone to hear it.

The wind in the square was very cold, but Fang Zhiqiang sang very vigorously. Huang Wanting was also affected by his emotions, handed him the guitar, cleared her throat and started singing. Fang Zhiqiang repeatedly applauded and applauded. The big star is the big star. Although the big star has completely bid farewell to the stage, when she picked up the microphone and opened her voice, the whole world was her stage.

Huang Wanting took a woolen hat and her hair fell loose. After all, although she has withdrawn from the entertainment industry, many people still know her and think about her, so the necessary caution is still necessary. Moreover, this corner is not very eye-catching. Besides the cold wind, it is basically impossible for everyone to stop and listen to a song seriously, but some people will still throw down one or two bills.

After one night, both of them were cold. Fang Zhiqiang’s nose was almost dragged down, and then there was no one. Counting the money in the guitar case, it’s not too much, only six. More than a hundred dollars.

"Enough for barbecue." Fang Zhiqiang said with a cheerful smile, "Is it finished now? Still continue singing."

Huang Wanting thought for a while, and said, "Let's sing a few more songs. I haven't sung for a long time. I feel a little unwilling to find it."

"Okay, then I will die with the gentleman." Fang Zhiqiang said with a smile, remembering to ask Huang Wanting: "Can I sing the song "Who's Who" again? I haven't listened to it for a long time, I really want to hear you sing it again. Again."

Huang Wanting didn't refuse. After playing for a few days, the familiar faint music flowed out. Huang Wanting's slightly hoarse but very penetrating voice resounded in the night sky, echoing in the corner of the square.

Fang Zhiqiang was immersed in Huang Wanting’s singing, and he really felt a bit intoxicated. How long hadn’t he listened to this song, the moment the music played again, the past time flowed past him like flowing water, so many people , Came and went, and who was left beside him, as if it was really like singing in a song, only loneliness, who is his own and who.

Fang Zhiqiang changed his old hippie smile and listened quietly, while Huang Wanting sang like no one else. At this moment, they are all feeling and releasing themselves.

Besides them, there are others who are also immersed in music. It was an old man wearing a sanitation worker's vest. At this point, he was still cleaning the trash and fallen leaves all over the floor. When he heard Huang Wanting sing, he stopped his movements and listened in a daze. After Huang Wanting finished singing, he walked over slowly and asked Huang Wanting: "Girl, are you selling singing here?"

Huang Wanting smiled and said, "Yes."

The sanitation worker sighed: "You sing so beautifully, just like a big star on TV. My daughter used to like a star on TV, so she sang this song. My daughter liked it very much at that time, and she voted for it. What." He said here, and couldn't help sighing.

Huang Wanting and Fang Zhiqiang both froze for a while, looked at each other, and then both laughed: This old sanitation worker, perhaps even in a dream, singing in front of him is his daughter's idol and favorite star. Fang Zhiqiang suppressed a smile and said, "Uncle, we are not stars. All stars sing in concerts on TV."

The sanitation worker nodded: "I know that you sing so well, and you will become a big star one day. I have seen many young people like you, and it is not easy." Then he took out one from his pocket. The paper money was handed to the guitar case tremblingly, while saying: "This little money is a little bit of my heart. I hope you will sing well and become a big star in the future. My daughter is sick, and I may not be able to listen to songs anymore. I I don’t have much money. It’s a refreshing idea. I hope God will open my eyes and let her get better.