As soon as Chen Xing got in the car, Song Shulan's WeChat message was sent.
Song Shulan: (；へ：)
Chen Xing: What’s wrong?
Song Shulan: I arrived at school, but you left. You gave everyone in the school a cup of milk tea...but I didn't drink it! !
Chen Xing: "Haha"
Song Shulan: I returned to the village yesterday, and you just left too!
Chen Xing:......
What a coincidence, isn't it?
He sent a voice message.
"This is fate that wants you to study hard. Your school does not allow you to bring mobile phones, right? Give the mobile phone to Teacher Zhang. You must work hard this year and go to a better university. Don't live up to Teacher Zhang's expectations for you."
Teacher Zhang’s evaluation of Song Shulan left a deep impression on Chen Xing.
Achieving the grade of one book.
Good guy, Chen Xing is so envious.
If I have the opportunity in the future, I really should experience the atmosphere of university life, but if I have to study for four years, forget it. In four years, Chen Xingguang doesn’t know how much skills and money he can earn by traveling, which is faster than learning skills in school. too much.
Song Shulan: "No!"
Chen Xing thought for a while and sent a message to Teacher Zhang.
Chen Xing: Song Shulan is carrying her mobile phone
Teacher Zhang: OK
"Hehe..." Chen Xing laughed.
Work hard, kid.
Putting the phone away, Chen Xing looked out the window.
The car has left the city. Now it is surrounded by mountains or cliffs. The terrain is steep. The familiar smell of diesel in the car still makes Chen Xing feel uncomfortable when he smells it. He takes out his headphones and prepares to listen to music and rest.
There was an aunt sitting next to her, singing softly on her cell phone.
But Chen Xing was close and had good hearing, so he could hear clearly.
"You can't sing as many songs as I can. I have a lot of good songs..."
Or folk songs.
Judging from the display on her mobile phone, the singing aunt must be singing and playing with her friends in the group. The WeChat group of more than 40 people is full of voice clips. He put away his headphones and listened curiously to his aunt's singing.
This fixation was quickly noticed.
The aunt smiled a little shyly and said embarrassedly: "Did it disturb your rest?"
"It's okay, it's okay, you sing very nicely."
"I just sing whatever I want."
People in southern Yunnan are very receptive to folk songs. Even young men and girls aged 17 or 18 will not find folk songs unpleasant. However, many young people from other places do not think so. A considerable number of young people will find it difficult to listen to folk songs. Folk songs are old-fashioned.
Chen Xing thought it was okay. He had listened to Miao songs with great enthusiasm before.
"Auntie, you sing very well, your singing skills are good."
At least my breath is very steady when I sing, something that many current stars cannot do. Without electronic music and tuning, it’s like not being able to sing.
"Really?"
Auntie was very happy to receive approval from a stranger.
Chen Xing found it very interesting to watch her aunt singing with people in her group, and she no longer felt the smell in the car was bad. After a while, when the aunt was free, she asked, "Son, do you usually listen to folk songs?"
"I haven't listened to it much, but I think Sister Liu's song is pretty good. She sings it here and there and this song. I think it's pretty good, and my mother also likes it."
After a period of time, she taught Chen Xing how to sing,
"There are no rules for the lyrics of folk songs. You can change them at will according to the situation, but the tune of the song cannot be changed."
"I know, it's just like Song Ci."
"I don't quite understand this." Auntie said.
Chen Xing explained to her that Song lyrics have their own word names, sentence patterns and rhythms are fixed. As long as the lyrics are written according to this rhythm, he can sing it no matter how he changes the lyrics.
What we see now are Song lyrics, but thousands of years ago they were Song songs, and they can really be sung.
After hearing Chen Xing's explanation, the aunt also said, "It looks a bit similar."
The one-hour drive was quick. After Chen Xing briefly understood how to write lyrics, the bus arrived at the station.
They both got out of the car and said goodbye to each other.
This aunt is also very interesting. She came to Sunshine Flower City this time to see her daughter. She will probably live here for a while to take care of her three-year-old granddaughter.
That's right, this is the Sunshine Flower City.
This is within Sichuan Province, guarding the gateway for exchanges between southern Yunnan and Sichuan Province. It is also one of the largest cities nearby. Together with Liangshan, Aba, and Ganzi, it builds this barren place in western Sichuan.
In terms of environment, it can actually be regarded as a basin. It is surrounded by mountains in southern Yunnan and high mountains in Liangshan, which blocks the wind and heat dissipation in summer. Therefore, like the mountain city of Rongcheng, it is also a famous stove city.
Now there is not a trace of a stove in sight.
Autumn is here, and even if you don’t want to, the heat hidden in the mountains will be driven away by the cold wind coming from afar.
Chen Xing took a taxi and rushed to the airport.
Although this city's economy ranks relatively low in Sichuan Province, it also has its own airport. It only takes an hour to fly from here to Chengdu. From one side, you can also see the vastness of the entire Sichuan Province.
People outside Sichuan Province only know Rongcheng when it comes to Sichuan Province, and have never heard of other cities. But there is nothing we can do. Without the good geographical environment in the south and north, everyone can only quietly accumulate strength and do things. Transporting talents.
Chen Xing has already flown on the plane once, but he still has expectations for this time.
Zhou Peng remembered what he said about the beautiful Sichuan Airlines stewardess.
When I got on the plane this time, I took a second look. In fact, I didn’t feel anything special. I just thought that they all looked sweeter. In Chen Xing’s opinion, they were on the same level as Song Shulan. Later, when I saw the girl who delivered the food, she also Quite beautiful.
If they met on the road, Chen Xing might ask for WeChat, but he is not in the mood now.
He has to think about how to face his family.
It's only about a hundred kilometers from Chengdu to my home. If I drive faster, I can get home in less than an hour.
And my mother is probably already sharpening her knives.
He didn't know how much his son was capable of or how much money he earned. She only knew that Chen Xing ran out of school and wandered around southern Yunnan with Zhou Peng for several days.
After getting off the plane, there was another transfer operation, and we arrived at my hometown at three o'clock in the afternoon.
He lives in a relatively prosperous town in Tiancheng, Sichuan Province, called Xinjie Town, which is located at the junction of Tiancheng and Meishan, Zizhong. Due to its geographical location between several cities, the distances are relatively long, and it has gradually become the center of surrounding towns and villages.
In 2015, several express delivery centers were built here, and the economy developed faster.
Chen Xing always thought that his hometown was poor, but now after returning from a trip, he found that New Territories Town is even more prosperous than some western counties.
He carried his bag and became more and more frightened as he walked home.
When he arrived downstairs in the community, Chen Xing didn't dare to go home. He sent Zhou Peng a WeChat message and said, "How about I hide in your house for a few days?"
"How long will you hide? The longer you hide, the harder the beating will be. I can't protect myself now, so I have to rely on myself."
Chen Xing was so angry that his tooth hurt.
You have been back for several days, how can you not protect yourself? There is nothing you can do, brother.
A familiar voice came from behind.
"Good boy, do you still know how to come back?"
It’s over, Barbie is done, it’s over…
