Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 479

It was a touch of respect and kindness. Brother Shan always thought that they could only perform on the street in their entire life, and never thought that one day they would stand on the stage with dignity, accept the tide of applause, and harvest with love. Flowers.

The crowd dispersed, Brother Shan and the others packed up their instruments on the stage, Wen Qiao walked over, stretched out his hand, and sat on the edge of the stage, swayed his legs leisurely, and called out Brother Shan.

Shan Ge just put the erhu away, when he heard someone calling him, he turned around and saw Wen Qiao, his smile bloomed.

The lights of the stage went out for the first time, and only one was left, and the red curtain was behind him. Wen Qiao couldn't help but be happy for him when he saw him smiling.

"How did you come?"

Wen Qiao smiled: "I heard that there is a very special band in the nearby theater, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect it to be you, and the performance was great."

Brother Shan sat down next to her with difficulty, the theater was empty, the lights in the dome were also off, and everything was silent.

"Fortunately, I don't know from which channel the owner of this theater knew about us and gave us this place to stand. I am very grateful to her."

Wen Qiao smiled: "Now that the Internet is well-developed, it may be someone who put your performance video on the Internet. The boss here sees it and appreciates you."

Brother Shan: "I haven't seen the boss so far. I really want to thank her in front of her."

"You can generate revenue for the theater, it's only a win-win situation, after all, businessmen are still making money."

Brother Shan looked around and said with emotion: "In the beginning, every day I felt like I was dreaming. I was afraid that when I woke up, I would go back to the street. At that time, I was most afraid of rain. No one would watch our performance on rainy days. Haicheng Once it rained for a full month, but it really made us sad."

Wen Qiao shook his legs: "It's all right now."

"Yeah, it's all right now."

Wen Qiao chatted with him a few more words, then bid farewell, one-armed Ahai helped Shan Ge to stand.

Brother Shan looked at the girl's back: "When I donated money to her, I didn't think about asking her to return. I didn't misunderstand the wrong person. She is a good boy with cold outside and hot inside, but I didn't expect that she had such a great ability. ."

"What do you mean?"

Brother Shan lowered his head and smiled, "It's nothing, practice hard, we can't live up to the goodwill of others, we must return her and the audience with the best performance."

Wen Qiao always felt that her injury was recovering faster than the average person. The last time she broke her wrist, it was said that she was injured for a hundred days. In fact, she almost recovered in a month.

Another example is now, someone stabbed in the waist, the cut is not shallow, and it takes a month to heal, but it only took a week for her to get better.

When returning to Fu Nanli's apartment, he happened to meet Shen Tian pressing the code at the door.

"Auntie, I happen to have something to do with you."

Wen Qiao put his hands in his pockets and glanced at him coldly, "What's the matter?"

Shen Tian dragged the person into the room: "Our school's preliminary test results have come out. We need to sign the parents' names on the transcript."

Wen Qiao: "I am not your parent."

"My mother entrusted me to my uncle, and my uncle is busy. The same applies to my aunt's signing."

The transcript was spread on the coffee table in front of the sofa. When Wen Qiao saw the numbers on it, his eyebrows trembled imperceptibly: "Is the high school reform now? Isn't the total score 660?"

"It's 660."

Wen Qiao raised a question mark: "Then you only took more than two hundred tests?"

"So let you sign, I was a bit ruined some time ago."

If it was Wen Chi, Wen Qiao would have been beaten to death long ago. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and told herself that although she verbally called her nephew, she has no blood relationship with you and cannot be beaten or beaten.

Wen Qiao instinctively pushed his head, and Shen Ershizu fell to the ground weakly, looking at her innocently: "What are you doing?"

"Why? I want to beat you!"

"Aunty, just be accommodating. My uncle will definitely hit me if he finds out."

Wen Qiao raised his foot and kicked people: "Are you violent when you think of your uncle? He won't beat you for such a thing."

Fu Nanli does not, unless Wen Qiao is involved, he will lose his mind.

Shen Tian hid next to him: "Please, save people's lives and win the seventh level of the Buddha."

Mr. Wen Qiao sat on the sofa: "I can help you, but you have to make a military order for me. How many points can I get on the final exam?"

Shen Tian looked distressed: "The final exam is less than a month away. How much do you think I can take?"

"Three hundred points."

Shen Tian collapsed: "It's too cruel."

Wen Qiao took out the phone, "Then I'd better ask your uncle to come back and sign for you."

"Don't Auntie!"

Shen Tian stretched out his hand to grab her mobile phone and slipped his feet. When he was about to pounce on Wen Qiao, his fierce desire for survival made him stretch out his hand on the arm of the sofa.

If he dares to touch his aunt, his uncle will definitely break his leg.

Fortunately, he reined from the cliff and stopped in time. He didn't touch a strand of his little aunt's hair. It was in this position, which was a bit ambiguous.

Click, the sound of closing the door accompanied the sound of footsteps, and Shen Tian looked back and saw his uncle's face that was so handsome but so gloomy that he was so soul-stirred that he suddenly trembled.

This chapter is 1500 words, and in the past few days it should be updated six times, supplement on the 19th

I will also change the rules of monthly pass change, and change it every time it reaches 500

There will be another explosion in March, and there will be a lot more explosions (I have to wait for the specific time)

(End of this chapter)