15 years in business

After watching the singing stage that day, Zhou Ting approached Luo Manman excitedly: "Sister! Listen to me! I have a new wall!"

Luo Manman lay dead on the bed in the dormitory, holding a brand new fourth-level vocabulary book in his hand: "Who is it?"

Zhou Ting climbed up the ladder excitedly, and showed Luo Manman her bright mobile phone: "It's him, it's him, it's him!"

Luo Manman took a closer look, isn't this Lu Zhan?Being an idol is very impressive, and there are little fans who have just debuted.

Seeing that Luo Manman didn't speak, Zhou Ting thought she was dissatisfied, so she pushed her hard: "I'll give you 5 minutes to organize the words of praise."

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful, it's beautiful." Luo Manman's vocabulary is relatively poor, so he can only use the number to make up. He said four good-looking in a row, and turned lazily towards Zhou Ting, "Wall on the wall, how many do you have?" Is it on top of the wall? It’s almost the same as the Great Wall, right?”

"I'm serious this time!" Zhou Ting raised her right hand to promise,

Luo Manman pressed her right hand down: "You said the same thing last time."

Zhou Ting was at a loss for words: "I..."

Women are too fickle, Luo Manman hummed disdainfully.

"Shaoda is a good group." Zhou Ting began to confess sincerely, "I think they have good strength and good looks."

Luo Manman: "The big one? What's the name?"

Zhou Ting: "The official group name is SAUDADE. Alas, Portuguese is so unpopular. How can we pronounce it? The big ones are nicknames. You'll know if you're a fan circle."

Luo Manman's eyes lit up: "I'm really hungry when it comes to food, go and buy me a bobo**."

Zhou Ting was aggrieved: "I'm running errands again."

Luo Manman argues: "I bought the rice last week."

"But...", Zhou Ting just wanted to say that Luo Manman was in charge for one day last week, and she was in charge of the remaining six days. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her ineffective little head——

"It's okay to buy food." Zhou Ting threw a greasy wink, "You have to make a list for my cub."

Luo Manman looked confused: "What cub? What list?"

Zhou Ting stuffed the phone into Luo Manman's hand: "I'll teach you when I come back."

She announced loudly: "Mother's cub must walk the flowery road!"

This time, Xinghe Soldiers made a risky move, but unexpectedly, the sword took a slant, and it really poked the cuteness of some little girls. Saudade's singing stage was transmitted to station B, and the barrage was full of "Mom loves cubs!", "Cubs, cubs!" It’s so cute!”, “Zai Zai has stars in his eyes!”, “Zai Zai, let’s go!!”

Xue Xing saw half of it and couldn't stand it anymore: "Why do little girls like to be mothers now? Didn't they still have boyfriends two years ago? Automatically promoted?"

Bian Yun collapsed on the sofa with his stomach in his hands laughing, and Fang Jia pinched Bian Yun's deformed face with his hands.

"Second brother, don't ask me, I'm still a child." Bian Yun said solemnly after sitting up straight.

Fang Jia: "I'm not an adult either."

Fang Jia's age is the second last in the team, and his birthday is Winter, and he is indeed not yet full.

Thinking of his age, Xue Xing dragged him out of the sofa like a dream: "If you don't say anything, I'd forget it. You still have more than a month before the college entrance examination. Hurry up and go read."

As soon as Fang Jia heard the review, his face drooped immediately: "I have a schedule tonight, can you let me rest for a while?"

Bian Yun also chimed in: "Yes, we are too young to be affected."

"No, go quickly."

Xue Xing's appearance was the most aggressive, with straight sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and a straight face that was much more majestic than Lu Zhan, and Bian Yun didn't dare to be big or small.

Fang Jia was alone and helpless, and asked Ninagawa in the corner for help: "Third Brother..."

After meeting Li Yu that day, the giant clam bracelet became a shadow of doubt in Ninagawa's heart. He was preoccupied with this matter, and casually said: "Everyone is tired, forget it."

He put on a coat and went outside.

Fang Jia: "Third brother?"

"I'm going to the practice room."

Bian Yun didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he said to Xue Xing: "Look, the third brother was driven away by you."

Xue Xing was uncommonly deflated and remained silent.

The practice room did not leave any good memories for Ninagawa. When he first came to China, his Chinese was not good, and he was slow to do everything. He felt that he was lagging behind, let alone the dance teacher.

In order to let everyone hear clearly, Liu Yang’s voice was always very loud. When he shouted the time, his voice was loud and filled every corner of the room: "One, two, three, four, keep up! Go! Yes, keep up , Hands! Legs! Are you dreaming?!"

His voice suddenly raised another octave, all the trainees stopped, and a dozen pairs of eyes swept to Ninagawa.

A gust of wind blew in front of him, Ninagawa stretched out his hand without thinking, and the board fell down without hesitation.

Liu Yang hates iron for being weak: "Do you know what's wrong with me? Tell me."

Ninagawa opened his mouth weakly: "No...no, I don't know."

"How dare you say you don't know!" Liu Yang made another backhand.

Ninagawa: "I..."

"Look at him!" Liu Yang pointed at the boy in front of Ninagawa with a board, "Look at you again! Don't you know how slow you are? How many times do you want me to teach you? Huh?"

Ninagawa knew that he was slow, and he wanted to speak, but the words were all in Japanese, and the few Chinese words he had were scared back by Liu Yang.

Liu Yang was so angry that other children at least responded to being scolded, but Ninagawa was different. I don’t know if this child could not speak Chinese well, or was born with a lack of nerve in his head. Apart from nodding and shaking his head, there was no other response, scolding Don't cry no matter how ugly it sounds, let alone cry, people don't even frown.

He threw the board and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror: "Can you understand me?"

Ninagawa shook her head honestly.

Come on, nodding and shaking his head again, Liu Yang waved his hand irritably: "Then you get out!"

Ninagawa: "Huh?"

"Ah for what!"

Liu Yang was completely angry, how could there be such a stupid child, he pointed at the door aggressively, and clearly said: "Get out!"

Ninagawa understood, and left silently with a pair of red and swollen hands.

As soon as he closed the door, a ray of music sounded in the air.

Tsugaru shamisen?Ningagawa heard her neighbor's mother-in-law play it, but she didn't expect that there are people here who can play this instrument.

The practice room next door was empty, through the narrow frosted glass on the door, Ninagawa recognized the person inside as Li Yu, so he boldly squeezed in through the crack of the door.

Ninagawa Lian was picked up by Li Yu when he was traveling in Japan. He has been immersed in the entertainment industry for many years. He nodded without asking.

In order to avoid suspicion, Li Yu did not leave Ninagawa in Yumian, but sent him to the next door, Xinghe, to check on the children's growth from time to time.

Originally, he only raised Ninagawa as his son, and he really didn't expect that there would be so many unexpected developments in the future.

At this moment, Li Yu's full attention was on the qin, and he used the tortoise shell piece to draw the strings: "The sky is deep and the night is still young,"

Pausing for a moment, he hooked the string again: "Biyun Xianqu dances in neon clothes."

The body leaned back slightly: "A jade flute goes to the sky,"

Strumming: "The moon is full and the Lishan Palace is long."

Ninagawa was stared at by Li Yu, his eyes seemed to be asking himself "how?".

Ninagawa couldn't find the right words to respond. Li Yu knew this early on, so he didn't say much. The shamisen is originally a "restraint" instrument, not for release, but for collection, but he doesn't seem to care at all. When he is playing to his heart's content, he tilts the shamisen slightly, reverses his right hand, and sweeps hard, wantonly in the aftertaste of this note Swinging the string, Ninagawa sat up straight involuntarily. Seeing Ninagawa like this, Li Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth, glanced at the hand pressing the string, and his gaze darkened, just like the last moment of depression before a swordsman draws his sword, and then his fingers bloomed like lotus flowers , a long series of intense piano sounds flowed in the hands, and the tortoiseshell precious light was shining brightly, filling the room with brilliance.

In "Yachidai Lion Arrangement", Li Yu deleted a large part of the foreshadowing, and changed a few notes, trying to use a shamisen to play the momentum of the ensemble. Fortunately, the piano was custom-made by a Japanese craftsman, otherwise it would not stand up to him So open and close to toss.

At the end of the piece, he pressed down on the strings at the right time, the music stopped, and the room was cold to the bone. Finally, Li Yu held the pick, and every time he picked it, he read a line from Bai Juyi's "Song of Yuyi and Weizhi": "Linglong Konghou, thank you!" Good zither, Chen Chong's zither and Shen Pingsheng. The strings are clear, the strings are crisp, the pipes are slender, and I taught "Neon Clothes" into a song."

Put the piano flat: "Show your ugliness."

Ninagawa froze, Li Yu looked at him and smiled: "Don't you applaud?"

Ninagawa hurriedly clapped her hands: "Sounds good!"

"When I saw the shamisen, I thought of you," Li Yu said, "I might as well take it and flick it to make you happy."

Seeing Ninagawa with her hands in her hands, he showed a knowing smile: "Have you been beaten again?"

"Yes, because I'm too dull."

"Let me see." Li Yu took Ninagawa's hand, let him sit beside him, lowered his head, and carefully examined the scar on the palm of his hand.

Ningagawa was a little embarrassed, after all, being beaten was not an honorable thing, so she kept pulling her paw back: "Don't look."

Li Yu saw through what was on his mind, so he simply pulled Ninagawa to his chest, tightened his arms, and said with a muffled laugh, "Every time I come here, I see you being beaten. After all, it's just a little bit late. What an embarrassment."

That year, Ninagawa was ten years old, living in a foreign land, couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and was severely restricted by race. She was half a head shorter than boys of the same age, while Li Yu was tall and broad-chested. The movements of the two of them now Like a grown male lion hugging a kitten.

There was no one in the practice room, Li Yu took a deep breath of the cool air, enjoying the tranquility of this moment, "Why are you slow?"

"I want to be perfect no matter what, and thinking about this idea desperately, it won't work." After Ninagawa said this, she felt deeply frustrated and hung her head listlessly.

Li Yu nodded, he let go of Ninagawa, and let him sit on the floor facing him. In order to take care of Ninagawa's stature, he even bent over a little: "Then come a little bit, don't worry, no one has made a mistake."

"Correct mistakes and make up for regrets." Li Yu gave him a pat on the back, "You are still young, and you have plenty of opportunities."

After finishing speaking, he himself felt that it was inappropriate, so he lowered his head and laughed: "Oh, isn't it too old-fashioned?"

"No, no, fine."

Li Yu patted Ninagawa's shoulder and frowned, "You are too cold."

After saying that, Li Yu got up to leave.

Ninagawa stuck behind him like a little tail: "When will you come back next time?"

Li Yu put his hands in his pockets, looked at the ceiling and thought for a while: "I'm not an artist of Xinghe, and it doesn't look good to run here every day, let's talk about it."

Li Yu is rich, has status, is handsome, and has a decent personality. He is a man who is easy to like. When Ninagawa realized that Li Yu also liked him, she was happier than winning the lottery. Li Yu was able to choose among so many suitors. He proved that Ren Ninagawa is also a good person.

In the past, Li Yu loved Ninagawa with all his heart, but after he died once, he didn't put so much effort into it.

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