Reborn Almighty Scholar

Chapter 18 You look so good when you smile

Zhang Zhiling's house is not big, with three rooms in size, and the yard is only [-] square meters in size, and the earthen courtyard wall behind it has collapsed in half, so there is no security against thieves, that is to say, the residents in this alley are quite simple. , there is no bachelor street sneaker, otherwise, with Zhang Zhiling's good looks and being a widow, rumors would have spread all over the place.

Fortunately, with the protection of Ma Xiaolong's grandfather, grandmother and parents, no one dared to disrespect Zhang Zhiling.

But her husband is gone, Zhang Zhiling's source of income has become a problem.

Although she is a music teacher, teachers these days don't earn money at all, and their wages are even less than that of ordinary factory workers.Ma Xiaolong remembers that when he was in the fifth grade of elementary school, the primary school teachers could not even pay their salaries, so they could only make ends meet by earning extra money.

Some teachers went to exchange gas tanks for others, some teachers gave briquettes to others, and some teachers set up a breakfast stall at the school gate, selling barley porridge and sesame seed cakes.

Very poor.

Teachers in that era were real gardeners, and they would rather not make money than teach students well.Therefore, I am especially respected by students and parents. On Teacher's Day, I sincerely want to give something to the teacher.

Ma Xiaolong remembers that his father sent a bag of noodles to his primary school teacher on Teacher's Day of a certain year, because he heard that the teacher's house was about to be overwhelmed.

Fortunately, after Teacher's Day that year, the teacher survived the most difficult time relying on "receiving gifts", and helped Ma Xiaolong's students on the horse for the last journey.

And then...about ten years later, Chadian Primary School disappeared with the demolition, and all the teachers were either scattered to other schools, or retired, or had no jobs and had no choice but to be laid off.

Around 08, Ma Xiaolong wanted to eat hot pot, so he went to a small shop selling meat slices to buy meat slices. The owner of the small shop was old and haggard, and he was his primary school history teacher.

It hurts to think about it.

Zhang Zhiling definitely couldn't support the family with her dead wages, but I heard that she found a part-time training job at the Workers' Cultural Palace. She took a class every Sunday to teach children accordion and electronic organ, but she barely managed to make ends meet.

But it will definitely not work in the long run. In the future, prices will become more expensive year by year, and the increase in wages will never catch up with prices.

"Auntie, aren't you going to the Cultural Palace today?" Ma Xiaolong dipped in vinegar and ate dumplings, cabbage and eggs. The taste was average, but it tasted like home.

"The road is slippery in the snow, so I won't go today." Zhang Zhiling smiled slightly, and put a dumpling in his vinegar bowl: "Eat more."

"I'll come by myself, auntie, you can eat too." Ma Xiaolong picked up two dumplings for her with his backhand.

"Alright, let's do it by ourselves." Zhang Zhiling smiled very gently.

Ma Xiaolong was stunned, his heart beating fast: "Auntie, you look so pretty when you smile, like a spring flower."

Zhang Zhiling covered her mouth and chuckled: "I really can talk, but my aunt is very happy, thank you."

"You're welcome." Ma Xiaolong scratched his head with his chopsticks, and said, "It's just a few lines of lyrics popping up in my mind, auntie, I'll sing it for you."

"Okay!" Zhang Zhiling's smile became more and more gentle: "It's been a long time since anyone sang for Auntie, Auntie is listening!"

"Then I'll sing. Keke, um~~" Ma Xiaolong cleared his throat and sang as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You are so beautiful when you smile, like a spring flower, blowing away all the troubles and sorrows. You are so beautiful when you smile, like the sunshine in summer, all the time in the whole world, beautiful like a picture scroll."

As he sang, Zhang Zhiling's expression gradually changed, from being relaxed and happy at the beginning, to listening carefully, and then closing her eyes and beating the beat softly, humming along.

"..."

Zhang Zhiling opened her eyes and asked, "Why don't you sing?"

"It's over." Ma Xiaolong said.

Zhang Zhiling was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "The singing is really good, the melody is good, and the lyrics are also good."

"Hey, it just popped up in my mind. If I don't sing it out, I'll forget it in a while." Ma Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Ah!" Zhang Zhiling hastily put down her chopsticks, took out a letter paper and a ballpoint pen from the drawer under the TV cabinet, and said eagerly, "Xiaolong, sing it again, Auntie, write it down."

"Uh……"

Ma Xiaolong sang it again.

Zhang Zhiling wrote the lyrics line by line, and proofread with him immediately after writing.

The lyrics are very simple, without any uncommon words, and you can tell right from wrong at a glance.

Seeing that the lyrics were correct, Zhang Zhiling hummed and composed music for the lyrics.

Ma Xiaolong glanced at it, and found that it was all music symbols, so he didn't understand it.

Not long after, Zhang Zhiling stopped writing, looked at the lyrics and score on the letter paper, and began to sing a cappella.

The voice was gentle, like the warm sun, reminding Ma Xiaolong of the scene in the spring afternoon when he was lying on the bed and the sun was shining on him through the window.

Comfortable.

When the singing stopped, Ma Xiaolong opened his eyes and clapped his hands vigorously: "It sounds good, it sounds good."

Zhang Zhiling smiled slightly, patted his head, and said, "Xiaolong's lyrics and melody are good."

"No, it's my aunt who sings well." Ma Xiaolong sighed: "My singing is average."

Zhang Zhiling chuckled, gradually fell silent, finally looked into his eyes, and asked, "Xiaolong, do you want to learn music?"

"I just want to study hard." Ma Xiaolong shook his head again and again: "After I went to school, I got full marks in every test. I want to keep it and don't want to be distracted by other things."

"That's it..." Zhang Zhiling was a little disappointed, but quickly adjusted her mood and said with a smile, "It's right to study hard. What does Xiaolong want to do when he grows up?"

"Be an inventor!"

"Good ambition." Zhang Zhiling brushed back her hair, and said with a smile, "A good invention can change the world. Auntie supports you."

"I didn't think so far." Ma Xiaolong scratched his head and told the truth: "I just want to get out the mobile phone and the Internet as soon as possible. The days without mobile phone Internet access are too painful."

"Mobile phone?" Zhang Zhiling didn't understand, so she asked, "What is the Internet?"

"Well..." Ma Xiaolong thought for a while, and felt that it would not be a big deal to say it, just embellish it.

"The mobile phone is an improved version of the future of Big Brother that I imagine, and the Internet is an improved version of the future telephone signal..."

It took a few minutes for Ma Xiaolong to talk about his 'imagined' future mobile phone and network overview.

Zhang Zhiling was shocked when she heard this: "Will the future world really become like this? If it is true, people's lives will be so convenient."

"I think it can." Ma Xiaolong said: "RB has a comic called "Doraemon", which says that people in the future have developed a time machine and can travel to the future. Robots, I think as long as scientists work hard, sooner or later the future will become a world like Doraemon."

"..." The shock in Zhang Zhiling's eyes was slowly replaced by admiration: "It's still children like you who have a rich imagination, and my aunt doesn't even dare to think about it."

"No, no, my aunt is busy with work every day, she is under too much pressure, and has no time to think about things. I am different. I just have nothing to do and daydream, which is far worse than my aunt."

This reassurance made Zhang Zhiling feel warm in her heart. She rubbed his hair and said with a smile, "Xiaolong is really smart and sensible. It would be great if Auntie had a child like you."

"That's what you said." Ma Xiaolong said, "I am my aunt's child. From now on, you will treat me as your son, and I will treat you as your mother. Xiaojun will be my sister, and we will be a family."

"..."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket.

　　


(End of this chapter)