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You just do what you want, I'm in charge of making money to support the family!How awkward this sounds!

The corner of Leng Lie's mouth twitched away from Suo Yan's hand on his shoulder, and he smiled as if he was listening to a live cross talk show, but his heart felt sour.

But I have to admit that this sentence is actually quite touching, at least for him who has nothing now, it can give him some psychological comfort.He also understands that it is an unimaginable luxury to have someone he can rely on and a home just like himself.

He adjusted his mood and said to Suo Yan: "I like playing the piano, and I don't know anything other than playing the piano. If I really want to do something that pleases me, I have to eat a full stomach, so I can only go to the streets to perform!"

A gust of evening wind blew up and lifted Leng Lie's slightly long hair in front of his forehead. He thought about it for a while and felt wrong, and said, "Street performers probably won't work either, I can't sing..."

"Hahahaha..." Suo Yan laughed wildly, the male god also had weaknesses.

This night, Leng Lie kept holding the phone before going to bed.I didn't have the habit of reading WeChat before, somehow I always opened it unconsciously, circling the golden retriever with my fingers, entering it intentionally or unintentionally, and then exiting after seeing nothing.

Dawei hasn't come back yet, and he can't ask what he meant when he heard the conversation between Boss Guo and his mistress on the rooftop. Stabilize him in the house.

Suddenly, the phone lighted up, and the long-awaited message came.A red number lit up on the head of Suo Yan's golden retriever.

Leng Lie opened it, this time it was not a voice, but a text: "Leng Lie, although we have known each other for a long time, and you also know that I like you very much, it is that kind of liking, but I am not sure how much trust you have in me. So what I said may make you feel self-righteous, but on the way back, I kept thinking about it, and I thought it was for your own good, so I should say it—don’t do things you don’t like, let’s form a band!”

"cut!"

With a slight fever on his cold cheeks, he got up and raised his hand to take off the T-shirt beside him, and took back his phone again, only to see another message from Suo Yan: "Your eternal fan——Suo Yan!"

The first cold feeling is that this idea is as naive as that of Suo Yan. He only saw the decline of the live band in a friend's bar in the evening, and now he is thinking about starting a band again, which is really sick.

What's more, forming a band means forming a band? !A band can’t be done with just one bass and one guitar. It also needs to recruit musicians, find a venue, do rehearsals, create, and find performance opportunities. The most important thing is that a team needs to make money for its long-term survival!None of this can be done in one sentence!

He made the same mistake of holding his mobile phone and not knowing how to reply to WeChat. He stared at the screen for a long time in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Dawei came back, drunk, and the sound of banging on the door was so noisy that he thought he was being chased by a loan shark again, and he broke out in a cold sweat before he realized that he was staying at a friend's house.

"Why do you drink so much!" Leng Liesa opened the door with her slippers on, and pulled Dawei, who was reeking of alcohol, into the room.

"I'm sorry!" Dawei apologized as soon as he entered the door, "I forgot to bring the key."

"It's okay." Leng Lie hugged the fat man's waist and took a lot of effort to drag him back to the bedroom. Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, he asked, "Do you want to vomit?"

"No," Dawei waved his hand and went to the bed, "give me some water."

Leng Lie got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for Dawei, then went to the bathroom and put a towel to wipe his face.

Dawei gulped down the water, stuffed the glass into Leng Lie, lay down and turned around and fell asleep, muttering while sleeping: "Lie, I'm sorry!"

Leng Lie was confused, stood there for a while, then turned off the light and exited back to his room.

In the second half of the night, he didn't sleep, and he really didn't feel sleepy at all.With earphones plugged into his ears, it was useless to listen to soothing light music. He simply sat up and smoked. The smoke passed through the broken hair on his forehead, making his eyes dry and astringent.

For some reason, I thought of the words that Boss Guo said - "He has something to hold in our hands", "Even if it is a knife rest on the neck, let him go, and let his father see it."

He thought, Zhou Dawei is talented, he can play beautiful jazz drums, and he has super rich parents who give him as much money as he wants, so how can he be caught by others.

Also, what does it have to do with my father Leng Muyang if I can't be on the show?Could it be that the guy Guo Zhanpeng and the others want Dawei to stare at is himself, and he resigned because he was wronged because he couldn't participate in the push?

After smoking another cigarette, he coldly crumpled the empty cigarette case and threw it into the trash can along a parabola, his mind was in a mess.

In the middle of the night, Dawei got up and vomited several times. Each time, he poured water over him coldly, rubbed his top and wiped his back. In the end, he simply lay down beside the man's bed, not knowing when he fell asleep.

The next day Dawei woke up naturally after sleeping, surprised that the towel on the floor was still sleeping coldly, turned over and asked: "Hey! Hey! Why did you come to my room to sleep in the middle of the night? Why don't you return it?" Sleepwalk!"

Rubbing his sleepy eyes coldly, he got up and threw the towel onto the bed. When he saw Dawei, he suddenly remembered why he had entered the house in the middle of the night, and he was a little sleepy when he woke up: "You're going to get drunk and throw up enough Come back again!"

"Ah!" Dawei rubbed the space between his brows in a daze, "I'm not crazy about drinking!"

"If you dare, give it a try." Shaking his head coldly, he went back to his room.

Dawei really regretted inviting such a kind-hearted child into his home, unable to move his hands and wipe his face, he slowly sat back on the bed while holding his chest and sighed.

Leng Lie went back to the room and picked up his mobile phone to check the time. In the middle of the night, Suo Yan sent another message for several days, analyzing the benefits of forming a band like writing a thesis.

Leng Lie didn't want to hit this ten-year-old boy who had dreamed of being a band for the first time holding the bass, so he sent a message with a smile: "Okay, maybe one day."

However, deep down in his heart, he still avoids forming a stand and playing alone, because he is not confident enough.Although all the people in the shed did not give a thumbs up after listening to his playing, he knew in his heart that no matter how hard he tried, he could not achieve the beauty he wanted.

With such a job, he is not willing to change at all. If possible, he wants to be a studio guitarist for the rest of his life.Even if he annoyed Boss Guo and got fired, he never thought of any other way out for him.

Suo Yan didn't close his eyes all night. After encountering the coldness, he almost lost his normal routine. Either he couldn't sleep because of excitement, or he couldn't sleep because of frustration.He knew that Leng Lie would not have missed his message, the invitation that he had been holding back for more than ten years, and finally sent out, after one night, he actually received such an ambiguous answer!

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