Mixed Miners

"This is the old four and Lin Lao brewed in the desert, the grape flavor, the cantaloupe flavor, it seems that there are jujube flavors, no accident, there will be more varieties next year!" Yang Ling roast Sliced ​​meat, skilled to spread a variety of spices.

"The fourth child of this shrimp has a good time, I have some want to go to the desert!" Gao Wenfeng said with envy of wine.

"Forget it, the ghost place is hot in the summer, cold in the winter, and it will snow in a few days." Dou Yuntao grinned.

A meal, so that a few people are familiar with, without the beginning of the embarrassment and restraint.

At this time, a round of meniscus in the sky, exudes a faint glory, the moon stars are thin, and the mountains are unusually peaceful under the night.

The night breeze blows away the smell of the barbecue in the air, and the natural atmosphere of the flowers permeates the wind, and the fine insects are constantly coming out from the grass.

"This place is so beautiful, Yuyao sister, if you play the piano here, you must have a taste!" Yun said regretfully.

Chen Yuyao seems to have some intentions, shaking his head and saying: "The piano is not brought, how to play? It is already very late, let's go back!"

Yang Ling was laughing and standing up and said: "I remember that there was a slap in the attic. Anyway, if you go back, there is nothing wrong with it. Let me find out and see?"

Everyone came to the interest, and Chen Yuyao remembered it: "Is that 琵琶 琵琶 I still played in junior high school, it is estimated that I can't use it before?"

Not long, Yang Ling really took a cockroach out of the room, Chen Yuyao did not tweak, opened the piano box and took the piano out and handed it a few times, then put on the finger cot while tuning the string and said with amazement: " Oops, I didn’t expect it to be used in the past six or seven years!"

Yang Ling’s hand was pumping in the back, and he took out a half-meter-long bamboo stick, and then said in a serious way: “It’s rare to meet a girl who plays the piano. The night is like water, the autumn is thick, I’m also making a lot of fun, and Yuyao’s sister gave the Taoist friends a chorus ensemble to smash this boundless moonlight!”

Lying in the trough!

The other three goods were shocked. Dou Yuntao glared at Yang Ling. "Would you still brag?"

Yang Ling turned his eyes and said, "I will brag about it. I think it was a year, I still catch the frog master!"

When he finished, he wiped the stick a few times with his clothes and took a deep breath.

"呜~哩~呜~啊~"

An extremely ugly voice came out from the stick, and suddenly the outside of the thunder in the yard was tender.

"The second child, beg you not to blow, Lao Tzu wants to vomit!" Gao Wenfeng painfully licked the heart.

Chen Yuyao, who is adjusting the string, also stayed a bit and looked at Yang Ling’s look and couldn’t help but laugh.

Yunyao also licked his ear and said: "Oh, it’s too hard to hear, don't blow it!"

Yang Ling’s breath was long, and it took more than twenty seconds to blow it out, and the people in the yard were about to collapse.

Yang Ling was very depressed and said: "Well, I haven’t been able to find it for decades. I have to try it a few times!"

Yu Qiang grabbed the long shackles in his hand. "Others brag about asking for money. You are bragging about it. The power is like killing you for three thousand. You can climb up and stay, see me and Yuyao’s sister come to laugh. Aojiang Lake!"

Yu Qiang tried a few times with a long squat, and soon blew the tune. Yang Ling said with amazement: "Do you really brag?"

Yu Qiang's fan fan eyebrows, "Hey, leisurely boredom followed the old man of the Cultural Center for two years."

Soon, under the silent night, a burst of Tintin's snoring sounded, Chen Yuyao embraced half of the face, a classical temperament came out, and quickly stunned the audience.

Then Yu Qiang was very calm and relaxed, and with the sound of the piano, the low and thick snoring sounded slowly.

The night sinks like water, the sky is resonating, the mountains are silent, and the weaving insects crouch.

Although the ensemble is not particularly coordinated, it still gives people an unprecedented taste.

For the Chinese, the charm of the traditional instrument is more intimate than the piano guitar. This is a kind of love from the bones and the blood, which has already settled into the gene.

A piece of spring river spends a night, so many people are addicted to self-extraction.

One song and two springs reflected the moon, so many people burst into tears, even the top international commander Ozawa Seiji had been kneeling on the ground.

Soon after the end of the song, Chen Yuyao and Yu Qiang looked at each other and stopped. The mountain water met the sound of the sound, and Yu Qiang was agitated. He felt that there was a current in the void that was overwhelming.

"The hadron, I did not expect you to have a few brushes!" Dou Yuntao's rude voice broke the shackles of the moment.

Chen Yuyao smirked with a smile, Yu Qiang couldn't help but sigh with black face, summer insects can't talk about ice, how can this shrimp not die!

......

Looking at the two speeding cars with a double flash disappeared into the night sky, a strong face of Yu Qiang suddenly sighed and fell to the ground: "I have forgotten to ask Yu Yao's sister's phone!"

......

On the edge of the Weihe River, two speeding cars slowly landed in front of a luxurious villa. Yang Ling looked up and said with a smile: "The two beautiful women, the flower ambassador mission is completed, I will go back first!"

Yunxiao took his arm and his eyes flickered. "Yang Ling, can I go to see you tomorrow?"

Yang Ling couldn’t help but jumped a few times and said, "I have something to do tomorrow!"

"But I am so hard..." Yun said with a mouthful of words, a cough came from behind, Yang Ling looked up, and saw Ouyang old man wearing a gray suit, holding a string of beads in his hand. Go out of the gate.

This old man has a good cough?

Yang Ling guessed that the old man was deliberate, but he had already met and didn’t say hello. He had to jump off the bus.

"Oh, it turned out that Xiao Yang is coming, please sit in the room!" Ouyang's old man walked up a few steps and greeted him with a passionate pull on Yang Ling's arm.

Yang Ling couldn’t laugh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had to follow.

The room is large, the area is almost the same as that of the West Mountain Residence. The living room is very luxuriously decorated, with a combination of Chinese and Western styles, but it looks very harmonious.

"Xiao Tao, go to make tea! Uncle Yang is here!"

"吭哧~!"

Yang Ling’s foot slipped to the ground.

A man in his forties, who was standing up from the sofa, went up a little, and looked at a little white face that the old man had pulled in, and his face was pumping a few times.

"Looking at it? Go to tea!"

Ouyang old man was very dissatisfied and took a look at his son. Yang Ling quickly smiled and greeted him. "Tao brother is good, call me Yang Ling!"

The middle-aged man was relieved, and he was very surprised to shake hands with him. If he called this little young uncle in front of the whole family and outsiders, he would not mix up in the future. Then he said that he is also a billion-dollar boss. right! (To be continued.)