Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 818 Come on
Silent all night.

morning.

Li Qingning and Sister Qian came early.

Jiang Yang can't leave yet.

Professor Zhang left everything to him.

Naturally, they also needed his approval for the things that needed to be purchased, so Li Qingning drove the nanny car over so that he could have a rest.

Jiang Yang hadn't worked all night for a long time, and he felt a little exhausted from staying up all night again, so he fell asleep in the car after a simple breakfast. He slept until after ten o'clock. He vaguely heard Li Qingning talking to someone, and then he slowly woke up.

Li Qingning stood outside the car.

She was discussing something with Sister Qian, the school funeral committee, and the people from the funeral home.

Jiang Yang felt heavy-headed and lazy, and didn't want to get up.

After a while, they finalized everything.

The staff left.

Li Qingning chatted with the member of the funeral committee, the principal, for some things. After the principal left, she opened the car door and got in. She happened to see Jiang Yang closing his eyes: "He's awake."

Jiang Yang: "Yeah."

Li Qingning: "Can you please say it again?"

Jiang Yang didn't understand: "What's wrong?"

Li Qingning reclined his chair and lay down with Jiang Yang. "Say a few more words. It's quite nice to hear."

There is the laziness and magnetism of just waking up——

Li Qingning sounded quite comfortable, like a kitten purring.

Jiang Yang sobered up a little, and his voice became clear: "What were you talking about outside just now?"

Li Qingning rolled his eyes, thinking it was not as good as before: "Funeral hall, memorial service - nowadays, as long as you have money, you can build a mourning hall, send paper money, and provide a one-stop funeral service. The cemetery is also an underground CBD -"

Jiang Yang smiled.

He asked: "Are there eighteen people sending off the black water?"

"Ok?"

Li Qingning looked at Jiang Yang strangely, but he was already used to Jiang Yang's incoherent and unreasonable words.

"This is a line from a movie. It's quite funny. Wait for me to draw it for you."

Jiang Yang said.

You're full of rhymes, you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

This meme also comes from "Crazy Racing".

This movie has many intertwined plots, and it is not easy to explain it clearly. I can only draw or shoot it later.

He asked, "Where is Lao Zhang's grave?"

His wife and son had already been buried, so it was natural that they should be buried together.

"Over there at Cuiwei Mountain."

Li Qingning thought it was pretty good. "There are many ancient temples on Cuiwei Mountain, such as Fahai Temple, Dabei Temple, and Lingguang Temple. The sound of Buddhist chants can be heard every day, which is pretty good."

"Cuiwei Mountain?"

Jiang Yang turned sideways and looked at Li Qingning: "I know that there is a Qixia Town at the foot of the mountain. In the town there is a Tongfu Inn, where the Thief Saint Baiyutang lives——"

"Wulin Waijia" can be regarded as Jiang Yang's best TV series to watch while eating.

God knows how many times Jiang Yang has brushed it.

Not only is it funny, this drama, with an inn, a few good friends, and welcoming and seeing off people, can be said to have satisfied all of Jiang Yang's yearnings for the world of martial arts. It's a pity that we can't see it anymore.

Jiang Yang spoke a few words and then stopped.

The comedy of this drama can only be appreciated when you watch it in that atmosphere. If you just talk about it, not only will the humor be greatly reduced, but it will also spoil the plot in advance and reduce my wife's expectations.

Jiang Yang: "...I won't tell you anymore. Wait until I film it for you to see. It will be funny this way."

Li Qingning: "Okay."

They rested for a while, and then Jiang Yang went to work. After he was done, he waited for the memorial service the next day. As a junior, Jiang Yang thanked those who came to pay their respects one by one, and thus got to know many leading figures in the domestic music industry.

of course.

Li's mother and Li Qingning's teacher are both prominent figures in their own right.

Mr. and Mrs. Li also came to pay their respects.

Although they are not very familiar with Lao Zhang, they are still very grateful to him for taking care of Jiang Yang.

After the memorial service, there will be the funeral, cremation and burial.

Jiang Yang didn't know how he got here, but he just followed the process. It wasn't until the burial that he felt relieved, as if he had just woken up from a dream, as if -

Jiang Yang placed a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone of Mr. and Mrs. Zhang.

There was also a bouquet of flowers given to Professor Zhang's son next to him.

When Li Qingning was about to go, Jiang Yang stopped her and said, "I'll go. My wife is so beautiful. What if I put the wrong tombstone and let the male ghost target her?"

When driving at night, you might end up in the back seat.

Li Qingning pointed at his forehead and said, "What are you thinking about every day?"

but--

She still gave the flowers to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang presented flowers, took Li Qingning's hand and bowed to them, and suddenly felt light.

He took a last look at Professor Zhang's tombstone.

Even though——

He was very solemn when he said goodbye last time, but it still felt like the farewell wasn't deafening.

"Goodbye."

Jiang Yang said softly.

"Ah."

The two walked out of the cemetery hand in hand.

Sister Chen, Sister Qian, and Shi Tou who came to help were waiting in front of the car.

There were quite a few reporters in the distance, staring at this side with their cameras. Obviously, as the one with the biggest traffic, Li Qingning's actions in the past few days could not be hidden from them, so Professor Zhang became a hot search with the title "Li Qingning and his wife attended a friend's funeral".

Jiang Yang guessed that Lao Zhang would curse at him for not letting him leave in peace.

"Let's go to Fahai Temple."

Before getting on the bus, Li Qingning suddenly said, "Its murals are quite famous."

"it is good."

Jiang Yang agreed.

He walked here from the cemetery, and had the illusion that he had returned to the human world after living in seclusion in the mountains: "There are so many people on holiday!"

He put his arm around Li Qingning and held her in his arms, then followed the crowd in. The thousand-year-old white pine trees were full of ancient charm; the white marble Sumeru platform was mottled by the erosion of wind and rain; the murals in the Main Hall had to be reserved for protection.

Fortunately, Li Qingning made an appointment in advance, so Jiang Yang was able to exclaim "Wow" in front of the mural. The gauze of the Water Moon Guanyin is really amazing, with six-sided petals painted to be as thin as a cicada's wing. It's a pity that in order to protect the mural, electronic products cannot be used, so Jiang Yang can't record it. He can only use a pen to write a few strokes on paper for the time being, and plan to come back to see it when he has the chance.

After coming out of Fahai Temple, everyone had a meal and then separated. On the way back, the shadows of the trees fell on the car. Jiang Yang turned on the music and was about to play a song, then he saw "Farewell". His finger paused for a second and played the song.

When the music started, Li Qingning glanced at the screen and said, "I won't say anything more, Lao Zhang. Look forward and don't look back."

"When Lao Wang said this, the background music was still "Looking Back".

Jiang Yang said.

He was talking about "The Long Season".

Li Qingning looked at him: "Are you talking nonsense again?"

Jiang Yang smiled pitifully.

Li Qingning reached out and touched Jiang Yang's head. "Go ahead and tell me. I'm willing to listen. The old man also said that I will become a broken and old house in the future. Who is he looking down on? I am the big devil. Even if I am old, I am still the Water Moon Guanyin. Don't listen to him. Even if we have to break up, I will dump you..."

"Yes."

Jiang Yang was a little slow to react: "Huh?!"

Li Qingning: "By the way, we can set up a scientific research institute, chop your brains into slices, half for scientific research, and half for shabu-shabu..."

Jiang Yang: "Li Qingning!!!"

"I'm teasing you."

Li Qingning: "Don't listen to the old man, look back, look back more often, and think about the girl you liked before."

Jiang Yang: “No.”

Li Qingning: "There's nothing over there either?"

Jiang Yang: "You will go to jail there."

"Tsk."

Li Qingning couldn't believe that he had committed a crime not because of tax evasion. "I give myself a thumbs up."

She turned her head to look at Jiang Yang: "No wonder he looks so tender——"

This female gangster!
Jiang Yang told her to look forward, "I can't die, I still have many dreams."

Li Qingning: "For example?"

Jiang Yang: "Sleep a few more times with the devil?"

Li Qingning: "A family of hooligans."

The car became quiet.

"…At the end of the world, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends are gone. I will drink a pot of muddy wine to end my remaining joy. Tonight, I will not dream of the cold…"

Whether Li Yu’s car is luxurious or not is another matter.

This speaker——

Thermal power is warmer, hydropower is colder, wind power is hazy, and Hawaii's solar power is clear, but none of them are as transparent as nuclear power.

Jiang Yang suspected that the power for his car audio system came from nuclear power.

Under the setting sun——

The song echoed in the car.

It was so beautiful that Jiang Yang couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to record the setting sun, the singing, the street, and the world.

"——Reunions are rare in life, but separations are common——"

Li Qingning started humming along.

The two voices echoed and flowed in the car, striking the top of one's head and making people cry.

A little later——

Li Qingning looked at the instrument and said, "It's time to refuel."

Jiang Yang:......

Nuclear power is no longer available.

but--

That’s roughly what it means. Anyway, it’s clear and sounds good.

(End of this chapter)