During these years, when Sanli and Simei lived in the hospital, it was Dahuang and Xiaohua who guarded them every night. The two dogs at home had the deepest affection for Sanli and Simei.

"came back!"

The kitchen window faced the yard, and Wang Zhong was kneading dough on the eucalyptus board in front of the window. The snow-white dough was constantly deforming under Wang Zhong's hands.

"Uncle, where is eldest brother?"

"I went to pick up Simei and Qiqi."

"That's right!" Wang Zhong put the mixed noodles in the wooden basin, closed the lid, wiped his hands on his apron, and took out thirty yuan from his pocket, "It just so happens that you two are going to buy a few kilograms of pig ears together.

, then get some cooked food and weigh half a catty of fried peanuts! Then buy a few beds of withered flowers and bring them back!"

"good!"

Looking at the boy Song Qingyuan's eyes, he wished he could grow into Sanli's body, and then looking at Sanli, who had become a slim and graceful figure, Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel that there was a grown-up girl in our family.

In the kitchen, Wang Zhong's work is not finished yet. The water in the pot has not boiled yet, but the sauce is ready for frying. He takes out the fresh pork belly that Ma Suqin bought from the vegetable market in the morning and a can of fried pork belly sent by Song Qingyuan from the refrigerator.

Sauce, Wang Zhong first tasted the flavor with kuaizi, then cut the pork belly and reprocessed the fried sauce.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Yi Cheng came back with Simei and Qiqi, Wang Zhong’s noodles were also cooked, and San Li and Song Qingyuan helped bring the noodles and fried sauce to the table

, Wang Zhong opened a jar of the flower wine he just bought and poured a bowl for Yicheng and Song Qingyuan.

"Qingyuan, for this meal, just think of it as the master washing the dust for you!" As he said this, Wang Zhong had already picked up the wine bowl, "Here! Let's do it!"

After three rounds of drinking, the noodles and pork head meat were almost eaten. Wang Zhong was also tipsy and felt a little tipsy.

Yicheng and Sanli were cleaning up the mess. Song Qingyuan wanted to help, but the brothers and sisters refused. Besides, they just cleaned up the dining table and kitchen, and there wasn't much work.

"Brother Qingyuan, Yanjing is so fun. Why did you come back to Jinling instead of staying in Yanjing?" Si Mei asked curiously on the sofa.

Last week, Wang Zhong and Ma Suqin had just returned from Yanjing with her, Sanli and Qiqi. In addition to watching the concert, Wang Zhong also took them to visit all the scenic spots in Yanjing.

Simei was so happy that she still thinks about it now.

"Although Yanjing is good, I grew up in Jinling, and I still like Jinling better!" Song Qingyuan and the Qiao brothers and sisters are considered to be from the same family. They have known each other since they were young, and they have known each other for more than ten years now. They can also say this.

Childhood sweethearts.

"By the way, I heard from your elder brother that you just went to Yanjing? Why didn't you contact me when you arrived in Yanjing?"

Facing Song Qingyuan's question, Simei glanced at Wang Zhong and said, "We went there just two weeks ago. You had graduated by then. How could we know where to find you?"

"Besides, you must have been busy looking for a job at that time. We were just there to have fun, so how could we bother you!"

"Let me tell you, my brother-in-law is very familiar with Yanjing. I even suspect that he secretly went to Yanjing without telling us!" Simei leaned over and whispered in Song Qingyuan's ear.

Song Qingyuan glanced at Wang Zhong in surprise, then turned to look at Simei, and asked with a smile, "Was Fei Xiang's concert good?"

"It's so beautiful!" Simei was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly, "I'm telling you, the atmosphere at the scene is so good..."

The more he talked, the more excited he became. He couldn't sit still, and he couldn't help but jump up. Wang Zhong slapped him back.

Simei, who was so excited just now, immediately put her legs together, sat upright, put her hands on her thighs, and lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.

"That's how it sounds. Isn't it just a singer? In the past, he was just an actor. How can he be so powerful!"

"Only little girls like you like to watch it!"

"Who said only little girls like it? Fei Xiang is so handsome and his singing is so good. There are so many people who like him." Although Simei was a little afraid of Wang Zhong, she also knew that Wang Zhong was not that kind of person for no reason.

People who take action, so as soon as Wang Zhong mentioned his idol, he couldn't wait to argue with his arguments.

"Isn't it just singing? It's not like anyone else! Besides, I think that guy's singing is also very average!"

Wang Zhong still looks the same, but he really doesn't like Fei Xiang, maybe because Simei has some fanatical admiration for him, but also has a bit of disgust.

"Uncle!" Simei rolled her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and asked, "Uncle, is it possible that you can still sing?"

"Singing is not easy!" Three empty altars have been placed next to it, and Wang Zhong drank from two of them alone.

The smile on Simei's face was Yu Sheng's, and she said in a somewhat sinister tone, "Then you can sing a song for us!"

Wang Zhong glanced at Simei and said, "Just sing!"

"Qiqi! Go to the house and take out your fourth sister's guitar!"

Ever since Simei started learning vocal music, she naturally didn't miss out on her musical instruments. Wang Zhong equipped her with many musical instruments. If there wasn't room for them at home, Wang Zhong even bought her a piano.

Wang Zhong knew very well that simply dancing was not enough to make a career in the entertainment industry. Anyway, Simei was interested in these things. As long as she was willing to learn, Wang Zhong would spare no effort to support her.

"Okay!" Qiqi, who was familiar with the situation, pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, took off the guitar hanging on the wall, took it out and gave it to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong was sitting on the sofa, with his right leg on the sitting leg. The guitar hanging around his neck was placed on his right leg. He pressed the strings with his left hand and gently plucked the strings with his right hand a few times.

There were several pleasant soft sounds.

“I haven’t played for a long time, my hands are a little raw!”

Wang Zhong raised a smile on his lips, and his eyes closed at some point.

Seeing Wang Zhong's skillful movements, several people in the room widened their eyes, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully.

"coming!"

Wang Zhong still closed his eyes, with the smile still on his face. He played the strings with his right hand, and a pleasant tune sounded quietly.

"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword

Take a look at the prosperity of the world

The young mind is always a little frivolous

Now you are at home all over the world

········”

As Wang Zhong's singing sounded, the room suddenly became quiet, leaving only Wang Zhong's singing.

After singing the song, Wang Zhong took his hands away from the strings and opened his eyes, somewhat unfinished.

However, several people in the room were dumbfounded and looked at Wang Zhong blankly.

Qiqi was young and had not been exposed to many things. She just thought it sounded good and was the first to applaud, "My uncle sang so beautifully!"

Qiqi's applause and voices brought everyone back to reality.

"Uncle, whose song is this? How come you haven't heard it before?" After a burst of applause, Simei was shocked and asked her doubts.

In fact, Wang Zhong's singing level is only average, not touching or fascinating, but this does not prevent the beauty of his excellent singing.

"I wrote it myself, how could you have heard of it?" Wang Zhong stroked the strings, still recalling the feeling just now.

Wang Zhong's guitar level is average, and his music level is only level three. However, with the plug-in of the system, Wang Zhong can basically play a little bit of any instrument. He can barely play a piece of music even with just a leaf.

"Uncle, can you still write songs?" Simei was really shocked by Wang Zhong. "This is... this is..." Simei was a little at a loss what to say.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I know a lot more, do I have to tell you everything!"

"Master!" Song Qingyuan was also surprised. He originally thought that his master's writing was good, and his martial arts skills were everything, but he didn't expect...

"Is there anything else you don't know?" Song Qingyuan asked cautiously.

"That must be there!" Wang Zhong said.

"For example?" Song Qingyuan was very curious. Not only Song Qingyuan, but also Qiao Simei, Sanli and Yicheng who were standing outside the door were also curious.

"Having a baby!" Wang Zhong said seriously, "I don't know how to do this!"

puff!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they realized what was happening. They were all amused by Wang Zhong.

"We don't know how to do this!" Song Qingyuan looked at Wang Zhong with some resentment, "Master, is there anything else?"

Wang Zhong thought about it seriously and said, "It seems like there is no more!"

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, looking at each other in shock and speechlessness!

"Hahaha!" But after a while, Wang Zhong himself started laughing.

This time, the expressions on everyone’s faces became even more exciting!

Wang Zhong plucked the strings with his right hand again and said, "I will give you another song "About Winter"."

"Gently I will leave you

Please wipe away the tears from your eyes

long night

in the coming days

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While everyone was looking at each other in disbelief, the alcohol welled up and went straight to his forehead. Wang Zhong, who was already a little tipsy, started playing and singing again.

Yicheng, Song Qingyuan and Sanli were a little better. After the shock, they adjusted their mentality and slowly listened to the singing. But Simei looked at Wang Zhong with his legs crossed, guitar in his arms, and playing with great voice and expression, and his beautiful eyes

It bloomed with unprecedented brilliance.

Wang Zhong's eyes flickered silently, and the corner of his mouth raised an almost undetectable arc.
Chapter completed!