What should I do if it catches fire before I debut?

What an ordinary and realistic life.

"How can an outstanding person like me be reduced to the point where he can only move bricks?"

His eyes were moist, and he regretted in his heart that he was young and did not read, and his boss couldn't even drive an excavator.

Now he is very envious of the excavator on the construction site, who pays more and will not be burned by bricks.

"I should change my life, right?"

The man looked at Lin Nan on the screen for a long time and muttered to himself.

He got up and listened to the song with earphones on one ear.

He walked to the contractor's office.

"Boss, I don't want to do it anymore."

He looked at the boss, but did not look at the female classmate lying on the bed next to him.

"Don't want to do it?"

The boss looked at him in surprise.

Their firm eyes meet in mid-air.

for a long time.

"Xiaoqiang, do you dislike the low wages?"

The boss hesitated a little.

It's hard to recruit people these days.

The workers born in the 70s used to work as much as the boss asked them to do.

Workers born in the 80s have to support their families, and they suffer as much as the boss scolds them.

Workers born in the 90s will leave if they feel unhappy.

There are also a few workers with testicles who are even more free and easy. If the boss is not obedient, he will quit.

And this Xiaoqiang is an expert at moving bricks at the brick construction site.

"No."

Xiaoqiang shook his head, full of stubbornness: "I just think that maybe I should change my way of life. The job of moving bricks is too low-level and has no future. I feel that I am wasting time. I don't want to continue doing nothing like this."

His tone was firm.

Inside the earphones.

The boy's voice sang to the follow-up.

"An inexplicable person like me,

Will anyone feel distressed. "

The eyes of the man who sang these words were slightly sour.

"Xiaoqiang, I think you are so persistent, so let's not talk about it."

The boss was sitting there, and the electric fan next to him was still whirring and whirling: "Every yuan will give you an extra five cents. If you don't want to do it, just leave."

five cents!

Add five cents to every brick!

If it's 100 yuan bricks, wouldn't it be 50 yuan!

Xiaoqiang was startled when he heard the words, his expression was in a trance.

huge sum of money!

Is this... to get rich!

He calculated fiercely with a brain that couldn't turn a corner.

However, the math is really bad, and he counted seven times and eight cents, and he counted it as 50 yuan by one hundred times five cents.

Then power.

Suddenly, it emerged from his body.

He opened his mouth, thinking that he would no longer be ordinary and live a new life, but then he thought about tomorrow's rent and food expenses, as well as what he owed to buy a mobile phone, and the unpaid mobile phone loan.

"Dry!"

He finally turned around and went to the brick factory.

It was a hot day.

The boss looked at the back of Xiaoqiang leaving, and then turned his head to look at the woman lying there: "I see that he is your classmate, and I gave him extra money."

"Come on, he moves bricks, you come and play a song for me to cheer up."

Chapter 180 The world is never perfect, but there are countless beautiful things

Xiaoqiang is moving bricks.

Female students are playing music.

Summer is still hot.

In the classroom of Bingcheng No. [-] Middle School.

Countless students chose to be quiet at this moment.

They listened to the boy's song on the radio.

Some male students who tried to make noise and make trouble were quickly stopped.

The song is over.

The senior students all looked dazed.

They have reached the time when they are about to face the college entrance examination and face the juncture of life.

The grades that I can't get up at this time, the ardent hopes of my family, and the more I realize that my IQ is not outstanding, I can probably go to an ordinary university if I work hard. If I don't work hard, I will become the underdog stepping stone.

Students in the lower grades may not be able to hear it clearly. They are still in the middle school and can still dream. The rebellious period of the second disease.

Each has its own thoughts.

in the office.

"Old Cheng, is this Lin Nan in your class?"

A middle-aged female teacher at the table next to Cheng Wenhua turned her head at this time and looked at Cheng Wenhua: "I remember last time you said in the office that this student is hopeless, is this Lin Nan?"

"Ah? Ah... yes."

Cheng Wenhua is still immersed in Lin Nan's song.

His emotions haven't come out yet.

People.

Either the more you live, the more you understand, or the more you live, the more confused you become.

Cheng Wenhua recalled that when he first entered the education field, when he first became a teacher, he was young and vigorous, full of enthusiasm, and determined to make every student he taught succeed in their studies.

At least after graduating in the future, you won't have to serve people dishes, and you won't have to do coolies on construction sites.

He thought that as long as he was serious and responsible enough, he could change the fate of many children and even their families.

But it backfired.

How can there be any good things that can make everything go well?

For so many years, Cheng Wenhua's enthusiasm has gradually cooled down. He has seen too many students who are not sensible at this age and are still messing around and not studying hard. A child who hides his face and cries because of his poor performance in the exam.

He also found that he became more and more ordinary, just a very ordinary teacher.

"This student sings very well, and his grades are almost not good. If he can become a singer in the future, it may be a good way out."

The female teacher said a few words with a smile.

She heard a lot of emotions from the singing.

in the office.

The other teachers also nodded when they heard the words.

They were grading homework just now and preparing teaching plans there.

He didn't pay much attention to the sudden singing voice.

But at the beginning of a song, from the prelude to the first sentence, they gradually put down what they were doing and listened carefully.

"This child has other talents. It's really good, Mr. Cheng."

"As teachers, we just want children to be healthy and have a better future, so we force them to study."

A teacher took a sip of steaming tea, and it was a little hot, but a warm current flowed down from his throat and pierced his esophagus, making him feel a little warm: "It's not that there is no other way but study, but for For most students, they have no special talents, no outstanding abilities, and no way to match their parents and backgrounds with others, so the only way in front of them is to study."

"But many children don't know this truth, and they still haven't really been beaten by this society."

Several teachers chatted, and what they said was all admiration for Lin Nan's song.

Cheng Wenhua sat there, looking out the window, his mind was inexplicably complicated.

teaching for so many years.

There are quite a few students under his hand, but Lin Nan, who can sing and write poetry, is really the only one.

In the studio.

Lin Nan exhaled a foul breath, singing this song was unprecedentedly easy.

He glanced at Bai Keke beside him. Bai Keke looked at him eagerly, and blinked when he saw Lin Nan looking at him.

Over there, Liang Liangliang and the others stood there without moving, and they all looked at Lin Nan blankly.

"Then the next song, "The beauty of the world is intertwined with you."

Lin Nan spoke into the microphone.

The sound spread to every corner of the school.

"This Lin Nan's singing voice and breath are well controlled, and he plays the guitar so well, what did you think, what did you think!"

Liu Baohua followed behind Zhao Hai, and the two walked all the way from the parking lot.

Lin Nan's singing echoed throughout the school.

When they passed the classroom corridor, they found that the students in each classroom were listening to Lin Nan's song consciously and seriously.

The popularity of Lin Nan and the charm of Lin Nan's singing far exceeded their imagination.

"I don't know either, this..."

Sweat dripped down Liu Baohua's brow, and there was trembling and anxiety on his fat face.

"It doesn't matter, you must sign it, sign it!"

When Zhao Hai was talking, he suddenly found a few people who were also walking in the school.

"The feeling of listening to him sing live is really different."

Director Wang sighed.

A few of them entered the school and stood at the door of several classrooms for a long time.

Listening to Lin Nan's voice reverberating in the school campus, the breath of the student days blowing towards him was far stronger than before.

"He's a genius."

"Perfect performance, I feel that this is a bit like an idol drama performed on TV."

The two people following Director Wang nodded.

They are also the first time, the first time they have experienced such a thing.

The campus singer in the school sings for all the teachers and students to listen to.

Under normal circumstances, it is completely impossible.