Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back Chapter 343

  Chapter 343 The moving heart

certainly.

   Gangzi knew that Jiang Yang was much better than him.

   Gangzi felt that he was only thinking about the girl next door.

  Jiang Yang wants to go to heaven and marry the Great Demon King, a woman whom even his buddies he admires can't match.

   Gangzi is convinced of Jiang Yang, and he still likes him a little bit, but he can't afford to be jealous, like the kind of mother fan in the fan circle? Staying comfortable with this kid, and then eating dog food, the kind of auntie laughing?

"Oh shit."

  A pervert even feels a little perverted.

  But no matter what, I feel good when I see someone who has a similar personality to me and has embarked on a different path.

   Then again—

  If Jiang Yang wasn't the husband of the Great Demon King, why would Gang Zi express so much emotion here?

  The smoke burns my hand.

   Gangzi came back to his senses and realized that he was thinking a little too much.

  The spirit is still a little sick.

  The woman he had always missed was singing in the opposite bar, but he was thinking of a little man.

   "Zhuang Qin's grandson is quite right."

   Gangzi spits out another smoke ring, he is probably sick.

   His gaze became focused again, and he looked at the woman in the plaid shirt who was singing on the bar, and suddenly found that the woman turned the bar chair and saw him. In an instant, Gangzi's throat felt dry and his scalp felt numb.

   Just when he was at a loss and didn't know what kind of eyes to face—

   "Fifty fine!"

  An aunt wearing a red hoop stood in front of him, blocking their mutual sight. This aunt is an old acquaintance, Aunt Zhao who supervises smoking, "Have a bad heart and still smoke in public? I will punish you severely."

   "Auntie."

   Gangzi pays the fine obediently, "I'll just get addicted."

  Auntie gave him the invoice, "Next time I see you smoking, I will tell your mother."

   "What's the matter with the stick?"

  Shitou led Yin Xiang over at this time, what happened today? This is, he just brought one from the police station.

   Gangzi smiled and asked Shitou, "Are you all right?"

  Shitou glanced at Yin Xiang and sighed: "Let's talk later."

  He asked Jiang Yang.

   Gangzi: "Go back."

  Shitou nodded, and they went to the bar in Gangzi together.

  The lights are on.

  The dim light from the street lamp fell on the driver through the windshield.

  There is music on the car, but it's not music, it's the podcast of The Great Devil's "Time Concert". The young man he pulled last time said that listening to this podcast, he might hear the big devil singing an episode of the movie "Summer Fireworks".

The driver master plays podcasts in the car, which means listening to episodes, but not all. When driving, you always listen to some radio stations and music for entertainment. In this case, it might be a good idea to listen to Li Yu's "Time Concert" s Choice.

  The playlist selected by the Great Demon King is worthy of recognition.

   Besides—

  When the driver master played past podcasts in the car during the day, several passengers who heard it said that the big devil would sing new songs on the radio from time to time, so there are quite a lot of audiences listening to Li Yu's "Time Concert".

   Moreover, the host of the show is quite humorous, and the recording is also very professional. Many people like to listen to it.

   The driver master agrees with this.

  He said it was introduced to him by a handsome guy. He also told some chatty guests from time to time that the young man he pulled was so handsome, it would be a pity not to be a star, and this even became a topic of conversation for him as a taxi driver in Kyoto.

   One thing to say, really handsome.

   As long as the eldest son of the driver master has one-fifth of the appearance of that young man, he will not have to worry about finding a wife.

  The driver master has listened to all the past podcasts in the past few days.

  He's on the latest podcast now, but the driver's heart isn't there.

His youngest son, who rebelled in his third year of high school, wanted to be a professional mobile game player, and played games with his mobile phone every day; and his eldest son, who had a good job, was unhappy with it, so he resigned naked .

  The driver master didn't know what to do.

  The eldest son is really unhappy at work, and going to work every day is like going to the execution ground.

  What can the master driver do? If he resigns, he will resign. At worst, he will suffer himself and do more work.

   As for the younger son—

  At the age of puberty, you can't be beaten or scolded, just like serving the master. If you make the master unhappy, you will run away from home. It's hard to say, full of hobbies and ideals, and showing him the salary of a professional player, saying that he is old-fashioned, and now e-sports is also a legitimate profession. The driver master can't talk about others at all, and sometimes he thinks what his youngest son said is true.

but.

  The young man feels that life can be trial and error. As a person who has experienced it, he has to be responsible for the life of his youngest son.

   No, they just had a quarrel at home before leaving the car.

   "Hi, here we are."

  The driver stopped the car, dialed the meter, gave the passenger an invoice, and sent the passenger off: "Slow down."

   After the passengers left, he didn't start the car.

  He lit a cigarette.

  When I was young, I always felt that the life of an adult was very easy. It was a simple multiple-choice question. Just choose according to your happy and ideal life. Only when I grew up did I realize that life is a series of multiple-choice questions, and sometimes my mother gives all the wrong answers, and the only thing I can do is to choose a slightly less wrong answer among the wrong answers.

The driver really wants to go back to the time when he was a child, eating walnuts carefree under the walnut tree, his parents were still there, they were busy in the fields, their backs made the setting sun rimmed with gold, while his hands were black when he ate walnuts, Mouthful of chewing.

  The master driver spit out a smoke ring.

At this time, the chatting on the podcast was over, and Li Yu's guitar accompaniment came, "I used to think that my home was a ticket stub, and after tearing it apart, I started a journey and threw myself into another strange place... I have long forgotten the people who passed by, the things that passed by have gone with the wind, and the restless heart has gradually calmed down, and I am tired..."

  The voice of the Great Demon King is ethereal, as if he is gradually moving away from his hometown, which he can't go back to no matter how many ticket stubs are torn up,

  The driver master unknowingly immersed in the singing.

The people passing by, the things that passed by, and the home that could not be returned, the dead memories suddenly revived, attacking his inner defenses, making his thoughts slowly sink in the singing, and wanting to go back to his childhood more and more. My heart has already calmed down. After so many years of wandering and exhaustion, I suddenly look back, and I can't forget the home I always wanted to escape, but I can never go back.

  The singing stopped.

  He was still thinking about this mess until the smoke burned his hand.

The driver threw away the cigarette butt, and listened quietly to the podcast host: "How many days have you been wandering, how many years have you been alone, and the end point has returned to the starting point. It is only now that I realize that many of my longings are ultimately related to the grand events of New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day. Maybe it's just a walk in the park with mom, fixing things with dad, a street kiss with someone you like, or—”

  The host pauses.

"You are sitting under the walnut tree eating walnuts, looking at the backs of your parents at dusk. These insignificant fragments, for some reason, make up our thoughts, like a firework bursting in memory from time to time, and become the gift we give to the deceased. love letter."

"The next song "Firework" is for everyone, and also for a taxi driver. Hello, stranger, this is a song that my husband ordered for you. I hope you can listen to it. Thank you for liking it. This song." Li Qingning said.

   Then—

  The guitar sounded again, and the melody that the driver was very familiar with sounded.

   It's really the episode "Firework" in "Summer Fireworks"!

  The driver master was dumbfounded.

  Then, that young man is the husband of the Great Demon King? !

   In the new episode of the podcast, it turns out that this song can actually be heard!

  When the whole family was waiting for him to be the pillar and take money from the family, but they all took it for granted, a stranger who met by chance ordered a song for him!

  The driver master stayed in the car, his eyes were warm, and he was touched like never before, as if he was back under the walnut tree when he was a child.

  (end of this chapter)

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