Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

sunny.

Jiang Yang came to the park in high spirits in his sportswear.

Uncle Wang is doing a square dance in the park.

Jiang Yang put the skateboard on his place, let the uncle watch it, and then walked on the runway in good spirits. When a man eats and drinks enough all day, but has nowhere to vent, exercise is the best place to go.

He set his sights on the uncle in blue.

The uncle in blue clothes was slowly running around in front of him.

After Jiang Yang geared up, he ran to catch up and surpassed——

The uncle in blue was a little dazed when he saw Jiang Yang passing by.

This is crazy.

After overtaking the man in blue, Jiang Yang continued to speed up, leaving the man in blue far behind until there was no one in sight, and then slowed down a little.

call!

It's pretty cool to run.

After Jiang Yang took a short rest, he ran quickly again, intending to drain all his strength.

The uncle in blue seems to be a professional.

While speeding up, he never disturbed his rhythm, and slowly caught up, and Jiang Yang saw him again.

However, Jiang Yang couldn't run anymore.

He sat down on the chair next to him.

Hey, I'm not running.

The uncle in blue looked at him who was sitting, chased after him, left again, and shook his head.

Young people don't talk about Wude.

After Jiang Yang recovered his breath, he found Uncle Wang to pick up the skateboard. In his busy schedule, Uncle Wang reminded Jiang Yang to meet downstairs later. Jiang Yang waved his hand to indicate that he understood, then took his skateboard and stepped back.

He is not good enough now, but he is still able to travel.

His goal is to one day surpass Li Qingning and be more handsome than her.

On the way, there are brothers who play basketball to greet him.

Exit from the north gate of the park, facing the side gate of the community, with steps in the middle, Jiang Yang stopped, picked up the board, and planned to cross the road, and then——

Just then, a brother came up behind him, also on a skateboard.

There is a free skateboard park in this park, and there are so many people, so there are quite a few people who skateboard.

When the brother reached the steps, he saw Jiang Yang getting off the board, smiled slightly, raised his head proudly, bent over slightly, stood on the skateboard and tried hard, intending to jump over the obstacle, and then——Pa la, with the board together He fell to Jiang Yang's feet.

"hiss!"

Jiang Yang felt such pain that his head hit the ground.

He rubbed the back of his head, thinking that fortunately this street is between the park and the community, and there are barriers in the front and rear sections, so only bicycles and electric vehicles can enter, otherwise there would be no accident.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Yang asked the brother.

The brother lay on the ground for a while, sat up and waved his hands in shame, then took the skateboard like Jiang Yang, crossed the road, climbed the steps, and then stepped into the community again.

"Tsk."

Jiang Yang walked more carefully.

When he got home, Li Qingning was sorting out the music scores.

Jiang Yang went to take a shower, came out with his upper body naked and wiped his head, "wife."

"Um?"

Li Qingning sat in front of the piano without looking up.

"What about my T-shirt with a dog on the chest?" Jiang Yang asked.

The dog is still sticking out its tongue.

He wanted to wear it to mock Zhou Hao, and his clothes were very comfortable to wear in summer.

Li Qingning asked him to look for the clothes in the cloakroom. He collected the clothes, "You make breakfast later."

"oh."

Jiang Yang agreed, and went around the cloakroom, but couldn't find it. When he came out of the bedroom, he heard a pleasant and familiar piano sound. When he walked to the door, he saw Li Qingning wearing a summer-cool halter dress, sitting with his back straight in front of the piano.

The back is beautiful and lustful.

It's a pity not to cup.

She is playing the piano, jumping notes, sprinkled a very cheerful melody.

Jiang Yang must have heard this melody, but he just couldn't remember the name. But following the music, what comes to mind is the scene of chasing and playing kites with my friends on the ridge of the field, and then stepping on the seedlings planted by my grandma to make brooms, and being found at home.

There is also going up the tree to dig out the bird's nest, and going down the river to touch the shrimp——

Jiang Yang remembered a little bit, it seemed to be called chrysanthemum or summer.

He wondered why he yelled in his dream to get this song out. Could it be "thump, thump, thump?"

So weird.

Li Qingning stopped in the middle of playing and revised the score. When Jiang Yang came over, she already knew it, because the music was still ringing in her heart. She felt Jiang Yang's skin on her back, "I didn't find any clothes."

Jiang Yang shook his head.

"You let it go yourself."

Li Qingning turned around and asked him to use his brain.

Jiang Yang shook his head twice, "I still don't remember."

Li Qingning smiled.

She rubbed his face, "You'll act cute to me early in the morning."

It's so shameless.

She kissed Jiang Yang and let him play.

It's helpful to use your brain. Jiang Yang went to Li Qingning's cloakroom and found his own clothes. Her wife likes to wear his T-shirts, probably because of the size.

While listening to the music "Ju What Summer", Jiang Yang made breakfast.

While eating breakfast, Li Qingning was still revising the score with a pen and paper, not in the mood to chat with Jiang Yang.

Whenever Jiang Yang was happy this summer, this pure music sounded in her heart, and she wrote it today when she was interested.

Jiang Yang looked at his phone, and then, "Well, what's going on?"

He saw many people under Li Yu's Tuitui, as well as his company's Tuitui, asking if Jiang Yang was Jiang Yang.

He was also asking if "Let It Be" was sung by Li Yu.

"What?"

Li Qingning took a look, "So fast?"

She thought it would take a while for someone to discover this song, "Someone must have heard this song and thought of you."

Jiang Yang asked: "What should I do?"

He doesn't want people to know that it's him, because it's a very simple truth, copying and copying, copying is not the same as learning.

Dr. Zhai's "I don't know how to know" has been in the first year of Tianlin; if he accidentally made a common-sense mistake such as the Nobel Prize in Mathematics, it should not be laughed to death. What's more, he has only been in this world for a few days, and he doesn't know more.

There are common-sense errors in copying books, and the editor's proofreading can correct them for you, but not in speaking.

However, once the identity is exposed, speaking is essential.

Therefore, Jiang Yang firmly refused to admit it.

Love so and so.

Li Qingning smiled and continued to read the score, "Then don't admit it."

Just like the song "Let It Be", as long as she doesn't admit it, it doesn't matter if the whole world thinks it's her, "I just thought this song was pretty good, and it fit well with the book, so I posted it. "

It is also convenient for readers to understand the characters and emotions in the book.

There is such a beautiful song, it is a pity not to release it.

"Okay, then I'll beat him to death."

Jiang Yang suddenly realized that it was difficult to prove something, but it was too easy not to admit it.

After breakfast, Li Qingning continued to change the score at home. Jiang Yang cleaned up the dishes and went downstairs to find Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang had been waiting for a long time. He was teasing his bird. When he saw Jiang Yang coming, he hurriedly invited him to sit at the table under the woods, and then took out two letters. These were the latest letters from Wang Zheng's father.

He donated two books last time, and because he troubled the postman to deliver books back and forth last time, Uncle Wang felt very sorry, so he sent some plasters to the postman, and also bought him some physical therapy equipment for his son. Sent to the postman.

So this time there are two letters.

One is from the postman.

The postman thanked Uncle Wang for the things in the letter, and he accepted the plaster, but the physiotherapy instrument was written in English, which seemed expensive at first glance, so he returned it to him. Then, I sent him some souvenirs.

Pure Music - Kikujiro's Summer.