The Daily Life of the Immortal King

It is a voice with a teenager’s personal high cold character. Compared with the original sound of the song, it lacks the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of life, but it is a little more than a few years old.

The song that Wang Ling plays is from another world line, a combination called “Chopsticks Brothers”, which covers a song “Old Boy”.

This song is interpreted as a voice that cannot be expressed to a girl who loves deeply, and is afraid of being rejected. Showing a sense of youth no longer, things are human beings.

Wang Ling likes this song very much.

Wang Ling remembers the time when he started his love, and once liked a girl. However, because of her own factors, Wang Ling did not speak until the year of graduation.

He is afraid that he will hurt each other.

At this moment, Wang Ling is holding a guitar and standing in this tattered small restaurant, playing “Old Boy”, there is a different kind of emotion in it. The voice opened, whether it was the owner of the altar or Tang Youning, they were directly intoxicated…

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That is the person I miss deeply in love day and night~

How should I express it~

Will she accept me?

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Maybe never tell her that sentence~

I am destined to wander around the world~

How can I be concerned about it~

Dreams are always out of reach~

Should you give up~

Flowering and falling is the rainy season~

Spring, where are you~

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Youth is like a rushing river~

I don’t have time to go back and say goodbye~

Only the numbness of me~

There is no blood of the year!

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Look at the flowers that are falling all over the sky~

Withered at the most beautiful moments~

Who will remember the world it has come…

This is the a section of the song, but when Wang Ling only sings here, he has already put down the guitar. The boss of the altar has completely listened to it – there is still such an operation! ?

When Wang Ling sang, the owner of the altar also checked the lyrics and found that there was no relevant search record on the Internet. This is enough to prove that this is an original song!

This is just a junior high school student, can actually write such a touching song full of youthful atmosphere…

At this moment, after Wang Ling sang, no matter the owner of the altar or Tang Youning, the inexplicable heart gave birth to a touch.

Suddenly think this boy is a story!

This is a song they have never heard before, just listening to a small melody, there is a feeling of poisoning!

The owner of the altar feels that he has been completely smashed by this young boy. Is this probably the legendary ancestor who enjoys eating rice?

Wang Ling: “…”

Only Wang Ling knows that this is not what the ancestors are eating for food… he does not produce music, he is just a porter of music!

Putting the young guitar back to its original position, Wang Ling silently returned to the position and ate the noodles. The light and faint gesture seemed to have done only a very small thing, but it gave Tang Youning’s heart. Brought an irresistible impact.

… Who is this in the end?

Tang Youning was shocked, and he pulled his head and felt that he was completely defeated… In order to learn music, he left everything and secretly used a family’s house demolition money and handed over all the money. A vocal teacher. The demolition was originally reserved for his wife. Later, when things went wrong, the family broke all his living expenses. Tang Youning officially became a stray singer.

It seems that I am really not the piece of material…

If I had listened to my parents’ advice and didn’t move the demolition, maybe I’ve got a wife now. Living in a brand new house, maybe you can tease your child… Find a stable life and live a stable life.

Tang Youning felt that his life was a mistake.

Do you still have to persist?

After listening to Wang Ling’s sing, Tang Youning began to interrogate himself.

“How much money can you earn in a day as a stray singer like you?” asked Wang Da.

Before that, Tang Youning’s arrogance of learning the formal music theory has completely disappeared. He scratched his head and was embarrassed: “Look at the situation… Sometimes it’s raining, I can’t earn a few dollars. I Singing around, I just hope that everyone can appreciate me because of music, not me.”

“…” There was a silence in the store.

Tang Youning touched his guitar and his eyes were a little moist: “I thought that with my strength, there was no problem in crossing the sea… Now, I only have it.”

“That road, are you still going to continue?” Wang Da asked again.

Tang Youning shook his head: “I don’t know.”

“I don’t know, I just want to.”

Wang Dad raised his eyebrows and felt that the young man was quite persistent. If it is an ordinary person, under the attack of his own poison tongue, he has long given up resistance. These people often do nothing big… and hesitating, it just shows that the youth do not want to give up easily.

“What do you think of my son’s song?”

“That song, really nice!”

Tang Youning was a little excited, and at the same time he was somewhat lost: “Maybe this song, I can’t write it all my life…”

“Have you ever thought that the election of the sea failed, maybe it is a question of choosing a song.” Wang Dao asked again.

Wang Ling sat in the position and raised his eyebrows slightly. He already felt that Wang Da’s attitude towards the youth was a bit different. From the poison tongue to the guidance. Wang Dawei was originally a story-telling man. He has always been very strong in controlling the topic. His guiding ability is also one-of-a-kind… Wang Ling has witnessed it before, and Wang Dawei is a pirated group of 2000 people. Guided more than 90% of people to go back to see genuine.

Tang Youning squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Dad: “What does the teacher mean?”

“Don’t call my teacher, listen to the awkward panic. Call my uncle.” Wang Dao waved his hand: “I mean, if you don’t dislike my son’s song, what do I sell to you?”

Tang Youning stood up in an instant: “Uncle… You said, you want to sell this song to me?”

But soon, Tang Youning showed a look of bitterness and deep hatred: “But, uncle… I have no money.”

This year, a good quality original work is really rare! Tang Youning thinks that with the song of Wang Ling, if you submit a manuscript to any record company, you can sell the price of the sky!

Wang Dad silently clicked on the cigarette and sighed in his mouth: “How much money do you have?”

Tang Youning turned all the pockets over again, and those loose money and steel G together, just thirty-three seven hairs…

Tang Youning was anxious, looked at Wang Dad, bit his teeth, and then hugged his guitar, kissed him and handed it to Wang Da: “Uncle… if you don’t want to give up…”

“Disgusted.” Wang Dad straightened his eyes.

The boss of the altar is speechless: “…” This is also straightforward!

Wang Dad: “I want your guitar to dry up? Can you eat this guitar? Is this guy your life? People are walking in the rivers and lakes, no guys are in the body?”

After that, Wang Dad turned his eyes to the boss: “The boss of the altar, is there a paper and pen?”

The boss of the altar nodded: “Yes!”

Wang Dad’s memory has always been good, and he also knows some music theory. So after Wang Ling sang it again, Wang Dad had basically remembered the lyrics and melody. Even if there is something missing, there is Wang Ling supplementing it with heart sounds…

He quickly wrote the lyrics of “Old Boy” on paper, and then handwritten a notation, covered with a cap, and a series of movements!

Finally, Wang Da gave the paper to Tang Youning: “The most precious thing about dreams is that no matter how many setbacks are encountered… they can be recast!”

Tang Youning was holding the paper and his hands were shaking.

Wang Da called out a cigarette dragon, shook the ash, got up and put the thirty-three pieces of seven hairs on the table in his hand, and then stuffed them into the hands of the boss: “Two bowls of beef noodles, a total of thirty, many keep the change.”

After that, the two fathers and sons and Erha left the store directly, leaving the owner of the altar to slap the thirty-three pieces of seven hairs and face the mess…

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With Wang Da and Erha teleporting home, Wang Ling saw Wang dad leaning on the sofa and sighed with relief: “Your mother has smashed my salary card. We have to save some flowers these few days. money!”

Wang Ling: “…”

Wang Da looked at Wang Ling seriously, and he taught: “Look, today I used a little wisdom to save two bowls of beef noodles! Do you know what is diligent?” This is!”

Wang Ling: “…”