You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

The boy's lung capacity is amazing, he can blow for so long.

The stall didn't close until 11 o'clock in the evening. The boy stood in front of the stall, drinking water and breathing slightly.

After resting for a while, he started packing up the toys, packed up his things and started walking back.

Seeing this, Song Buci quickly ran up and called out to the boy, "Wait a moment!"

The boy was called and turned his head slightly, looking at Song Buci in the noisy environment.

After seeing Song Buci's appearance, his eyes widened a lot, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"

Such a beautiful girl called me, there must be something wrong.

Otherwise, why would someone call out to a loser like him?

He is covered in dirt and good for nothing, and can only make a little money by selling toys.

She is so beautiful, and her clothes, bags and mobile phones are all worth a lot of money.

"I've been listening to you play music here all night." Song Buci stepped forward and said with a smile, "You play beautifully."

It turned out that she was complimenting him on his saxophone playing. The boy nodded and said in a good mood, "Thank you."

The saxophone was the only thing he could use to show off at the moment, and he felt extremely satisfied when the beautiful woman praised him like that.

He was grateful again to his mother for forcing him to learn this.

"Would you like to join my band?" Song Buci began to invite people.

I was a little nervous and hoped not to be rejected.

Orchestra?

What it is?

The boy looked at her puzzled and asked, "What does the band do?"

"It's just a band that can perform on stage and make money." Song Buci explained to him.

The boy frowned and asked, "Can you make money?"

Seeing him frown, Song Buci quickly opened his bag, took out his business card and handed it to him.

Fortunately, she asked her second brother to get some business cards for her, otherwise it would be embarrassing now.

"This is my business card. If you're interested, you can find me at the address above."

The boy looked at the business card, flipped through it repeatedly, and then responded, "Okay, I understand. I'll go back and think about it."

Song Buci smiled after hearing this, and the boy was stunned for a moment when he saw the smile on her face.

What a beauty.

How come some people are so beautiful?

Song Buci sat in the car and breathed a sigh of relief. If the other party agreed, their band would be officially completed!

I'm also looking for a teacher to teach conducting and saxophone.

I feel very busy.

After returning home, Song Buci turned on the computer and started looking for someone.

Fu Nanfeng next door immediately opened the door and came out after hearing some movement at the next door, but he was a few minutes late.

Song Buci had already closed the door and went in.

Fu Nanfeng sighed and could only go find her tomorrow.

Song Buci wanted to call and ask the good guy, but when he looked at the time, it was already half past twelve.

"So fast?" Song Buci was surprised. It was already half past twelve without her realizing it, and she hadn't done anything.

We can only fight tomorrow. Fighting now will only annoy the other party.

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The boy came home on his tricycle. When he pushed the door open, he saw a light on in the entrance hall.

It was specially prepared for him. Looking at the closed door of the room, it seemed that his mother had already fallen asleep.

He took off his shoes and took the clothes to take a shower. In the bathroom, he was holding the business card and felt very conflicted.

do you want to go?

The money he earns from selling things on the street is not stable now, and sometimes it can barely support his life.

If this job has a stable income, then you can consider it.

Putting the business card aside, the boy thought while taking a shower.

Come out and sit at the dining table, eating the leftover food.

He hadn't made up his mind until he lay in bed.

He fell asleep and continued practicing with his saxophone the next day. His mother said, "What's the point of practicing this every day? There's still no orchestra that wants you."

"No matter how good you are at training, you're still destined to be a street vendor."

All these words were said in a sarcastic tone, and it showed that a lot of money had been invested in the boy's music.

But the effort was not proportional, and my son was not liked by the orchestra members as the music teacher had said.

Now his mother feels annoyed when she hears him bragging, and thinks that she was too easily fooled in the past.

It’s nearly 100,000 yuan, and I don’t know if I can earn it back.

"Stop bragging, why don't you get to work?"

Looking at his mother's impatient face, the boy's hesitant heart settled down.

He wants to prove it to his mother.

"If I had known earlier, I would not have let you learn this." The mother muttered, and everyone heard it clearly.

The boy felt a little bitter. After his father left, his usually gentle mother became like this.

Life at home is getting worse day by day.

"I know, Mom." The boy stood up, picked up his cell phone, put on his saxophone and went out.

When he got downstairs, he hailed a taxi, told the driver his name, and closed his eyes to rest.

I don't know why, but I feel a little uneasy.

I don’t know if I will pass this interview.

After arriving at the place, he looked up at the tall buildings in front of him.

I feel a little excited. If I really succeed, will I get to work here in the future?

We took the elevator up and arrived at the entrance of the Phoenix Orchestra.

There was no one in the hall, but there was someone in the small room.

He stepped in and looked around.

I couldn't hide the excitement in my heart.

When he arrived at one of the practice rooms, he knocked on the door, and the person inside opened it after hearing him.

He is a boy with a fair and clean face.

Compared to him, I am just a black coal ball.

"Hello, I'm looking for Miss Song Buci."

Hearing that they were looking for Song Buci, Wen Xuyan nodded and then took him to the office.

Song Buci was busy looking for the teacher inside, and when he heard the knock on the door, he let them in.

Song Buci was a little surprised when he saw the person coming. "Are you sure you want to join our band?" Song Buci asked.

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

"Okay, Xiao Wen, call some people over and let them hear how good he is." Song Buci nodded, then looked at Wen Xuyan next to him and said.

Soon everyone was called over, and the boy started blowing in front of everyone.

This time he was not playing a nursery rhyme, but a piece of music that required more skill - "On the Shores of Lake Baikal".

The blowing is very gentle, making people feel as if they are in it.

After the song ended, the boy looked at them nervously.

Everyone applauded, saying the music was very nice and full of emotion.

"Let's discuss it." Song Buci said that he would call Liang Si and Mu Qing into the office just like last time.

The final result was unanimous approval.

After leaving the office, Song Buci smiled and said to him, "Congratulations, you passed the assessment."

When the boy heard that he had passed, he jumped up excitedly!

Now that all the people have been found, Song Buci is happy.

Her career has successfully taken another step forward.

"What's your name?" Wen Xuyan asked, looking at his excited expression.

The boy quickly replied: "My name is Wen Xiaoxing."