The Widow King's Handbook

Sure enough, when heaven opens a door for a person, it will definitely close a window.

Miao Xi wiped away the tears from laughing, and belatedly realized that Fu Nanxing had come down from the pavilion.

"Ahem, oops, it's pretty good." Miao Xi comforted dryly.

Only then did the others realize what they did just now, they fell silent for a moment, and glanced at Fu Nanxing with some guilt.

After Fu Nanxing came down from the pavilion, he didn't go back to his little corner to stay, but went straight to Jiang Yan and sat down next to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan watched Fu Nanxing sit down next to him, reached out and patted Fu Nanxing, and said, "There is still room for improvement, keep going."

Although I haven't seen him make any progress in so many years, but the necessary encouragement still needs to be given.

Fu Nanxing: "..."

The others saw that Fu Nanxing didn't look unhappy, so they quickly found a topic to expose the matter.

"Who else didn't play? Zhou Yuening? Sing or not?" Luo Luo scanned around, focusing on Zhou Yuening.

After Fu Nanxing sat down, Zhou Yuening looked a little unnatural, but Luo Luo's call lifted him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Sing, here we come." Zhou Yuening yelled, and then stood up from his seat.

Zhou Yuening was well prepared, took a guitar and went on stage.

Zhou Yuening whispered to Luo Luo that there was no need for accompaniment, and then pulled a chair and sat down.

"I'll just sing a few lines." Zhou Yuening smiled, and said, "I'm not very good at guitar, so you can just listen to it."

Zhou Yuening came out of the talent show after all, and he is still in the C position. No matter what, his business ability is really excellent.

As Jiang Yan remembered, the vocals were excellent.

Jiang Yan supported his cheek with one hand and looked at Zhou Yuening, while the other hand subconsciously tapped the rhythm on the stone table.

Zhou Yuening's voice is good, and his basic skills are also very good. It is already outstanding to be able to sing so well with limited equipment.

Jiang Yan suddenly remembered the matter about the concert guests that Mr. Wu had mentioned to him earlier.

In fact, it would be nice to have a guest.

The rhythm of Jiang Yan's tapping on the table was two beats slower.

Fu Nanxing glanced down, then raised her eyes to Jiang Yan, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yan didn't expect Fu Nanxing to be so sensitive, "Suddenly remembered about the concert guests."

Fu Nanxing paused, then squinted at Zhou Yuening, and said in a heavy tone, "You want to find him?"

"I'm thinking about it." Jiang Yan didn't say anything dead, and put his gaze on Zhou Yuening, "And he might not agree."

Fu Nanxing leaned back, folded his arms around his chest, and said quietly, "If you ask him, he will definitely agree."

This sounds weird.

Jiang Yan turned to look at Fu Nanxing inexplicably.

Fu Nanxing's eyes are beautiful and smooth, with the tails of his eyes slightly upturned. They are always slack and closed on weekdays, making people unable to see his emotions. It was not until he raised his eyelids to look at people that he could catch the sharpness and seductiveness of his eyes. aggressiveness.

Fu Nanxing raised her eyes and exchanged a glance with Jiang Yan, then closed her eyelids without saying a word.

Jiang Yan: "..." What's wrong with this?

After Zhou Yuening sang, he left the stage, put away the guitar and returned to his seat.

Compared with the uneasiness before leaving, Zhou Yuening's expression became much more natural when he came back from singing. While sitting down, he didn't forget to ask Jiang Yan for his evaluation, "Brother Jiang, what do you think of my singing? "

"It's pretty good." Jiang Yan boasted, and then said, "The beginning is a little flawed, it's not stable, and you should pay attention to the articulation."

Zhou Yuening listened carefully, and returned to the time when he participated in the show in a trance.

At that time, it was Jiang Yan who pointed out his problems little by little, and then led him to make changes little by little.

Zhou Yuening suddenly felt a little lost, and raised his eyelids to look at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan got close, and his porcelain-white skin became more and more abrupt in the night, and Zhou Yuening's beautiful facial features were clearly seen by Zhou Yuening.

Jiang Yan's upper lip was very thin, while his lower lip was fleshy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. Zhou Yuening stared at it for a while, and suddenly remembered his delicate cat.

"Ayu." Fu Nanxing said suddenly.

Jiang Yan replied subconsciously: "Why?"

Zhou Yuening was stunned for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his gaze from staring at Jiang Yan, and looked up at Fu Nanxing.

Fu Nanxing's eyes were frighteningly cold.

"My tablet is still in your room." Fu Nanxing coldly withdrew his gaze from looking at Zhou Yuening, and lowered his head to Jiang Yan.

A fish.

My tablet is still in your room.

Zhou Yuening's heart beat fast, and Fu Nanxing's words circulated in his mind again and again. Zhou Yuening chewed it several times, almost breaking apart every word.

"Oh." Jiang Yan remembered, turned to Fu Nanxing and said, "I'll bring it to you later."

"It's getting late, let's go back." Jiang Yan glanced at his watch, raised his head and said to Zhou Yuening, "Fu Nanxing and I are leaving first, you tell them."

Zhou Yuening was still thinking about something, but he still answered Jiang Yan quickly.

"Okay, you...you go back first."

Jiang Yan and Fu Nanxing went upstairs side by side.

Zhou Yuening looked up at Jiang Yan's room, and looked away after seeing the lights in Jiang Yan's room turned on.

"Hey, are they gone?" Miao Xi glanced at her and asked Zhou Yuening if she saw Jiang Yan and Fu Nanxing.

Zhou Yuening nodded woodenly and said, "Well, I just left."

"That's okay, let's withdraw too. Hey, I'm too tired." Miao Xi stretched her waist and said, "I'll clean up these things tomorrow, I can't do it anymore."

After finishing speaking, Miao Xi greeted Luo Luo, and took Luo Luo to leave together.

Zhou Yuening took the guitar temporarily stored in the living room back to the dormitory. When passing the corridor, he caught a glimpse of Fu Nanxing coming out of Jiang Yan's room.

Zhou Yuening paused, watching Fu Nanxing leave.

Zhou Yuening hesitated until he could not see Fu Nanxing's back, but still hesitantly stood at the door of Jiang Yan's room.

"Zhou Yuening?" Jiang Yan was taken aback when he opened the door and saw that it was Zhou Yuening, "Is there something wrong?"

"Brother Jiang..." Zhou Yuening froze for a moment, and whispered, "Can I go in and sit down?"

Jiang Yan subconsciously looked back.

"come in."

Jiang Yan stepped aside.

After Zhou Yuening entered the room, he took a quick look at the environment.

The room was very tidy, almost all the things prepared by the program team, and there seemed to be no personal belongings of Jiang Yan.

The decoration style is also very uniform.

It's just that the fish-shaped pillow on the bed is a bit abrupt.

Zhou Yuening's gaze stayed on the pillow on the bed for a long time.

"What do you need from me?" Jiang Yan didn't close the door, but gently put a little on it.

Zhou Yuening pursed her lips, suddenly her mind became a little confused.

There are many things he wants to ask.

I want to ask about the relationship between Jiang Yan and Fu Nanxing, I want to ask why Fu Nanxing calls Jiang Yan Ayu so naturally, I want to ask why Jiang Yan responds reflexively.

But after these questions went around in his mind, Zhou Yuening threw them all out.

He is not qualified to ask at all.

Zhou Yuening licked his dry lips, lowered his head and pushed his glasses, and said, "I haven't finished my evaluation just now? Is there anything else I need to correct?"

Jiang Yan was at a loss.

Zhou Yuening's relationship is so formal, she just came to study.

Jiang Yan glanced at Zhou Yuening and saw that he was standing stiffly, so he patted the sofa and motioned him to sit down.

Zhou Yuening quickly sat down, sitting next to each other, to make room for Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan glanced at the narrow sofa, and sat down at the end of the bed without any reluctance.

"The other problems are fine. Your vocal level is very high." Jiang Yan shook his feet habitually after sitting down. After realizing that Zhou Yuening was not an acquaintance, he restrainedly put his legs down, "With you I improved a lot while participating in the program.”

"Really?" Zhou Yuening became visibly excited after being praised by Jiang Yan, "The company has arranged vocal lessons, and the teacher taught them very well."

Jiang Yan didn't have the time to listen to Zhou Yuening's talk about his study history, so he tilted his head slightly and continued: "Well, that's probably it, there's nothing else, just keep going."

"Okay, I will." Zhou Yuening replied firmly, seeing that Jiang Yan stopped talking, and only looked up at himself before realizing that he was chasing away customers.

"Well, I'm leaving if there's nothing else to do." Zhou Yuening stood up with insight, and apologized, "I'm sorry to disturb Brother Jiang, you are resting."

"It's okay." Jiang Yan replied, his eyes turned around Zhou Yuening.

It wasn't until Zhou Yuening was ready to take the door and leave that Jiang Yan stopped Zhou Yuening hesitantly.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Zhou Yuening asked.

Jiang Yan still hesitated, frowning and thinking for a long time before looking up at Zhou Yuening and asking, "Would you like to be a guest at my concert?"

Zhou Yuening's pupils dilated instantly, and the hand pressing the door suddenly tightened, and his mind went blank for an instant.

Did he hear it wrong?

If it wasn't for maintaining a good image, Zhou Yuening would almost dig out his ears in front of Jiang Yan to make sure that his hearing is fine.

"Would you like to be a guest at my concert?" Jiang Yan repeated patiently.

"Yes, I am willing!" Zhou Yuening was sure that he had heard correctly, and quickly responded.

Zhou Yuening's eyes are amazingly bright.

His face was flushed with excitement, as if he had won a million-dollar jackpot.

Jiang Yan took a few glances at Zhou Yuening and wondered to himself, is the charm of his concert so great?

"Then, I'll talk to you about the details then." Jiang Yan said again, "Maybe I need to coordinate with your company. Can I ask my agent to connect with you in a few days?"

Zhou Yuening can't listen to anything now, and only nods in response to Jiang Yan's words.

Jiang Yan couldn't bear to look directly and waved at Zhou Yuening, signaling that he was fine and let him go back.

Zhou Yuening turned around and left immediately.

This symptom lasted for a long time.

Zhou Yuening was so excited that he didn't sleep all night, and sat down at the dining table the next morning, suppressing his joy and waiting for Jiang Yan to come down for breakfast.

Then make sure again.

Fu Nanxing and Luo Luo were still sitting at the dining table.

Both have jobs and get up early in the morning for breakfast.

Luo Luo glanced at Zhou Yuening, who was fidgeting, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? It's as if you've been beaten? You won the lottery?"

Zhou Yuening was eager for someone to ask him what was wrong, and when Luo Luo asked, he immediately replied proudly: "I won the lottery, Jiang Yan, Brother Jiang invited me to be a guest at his concert."

"呲-"

The knife and fork made a sharp sound on the plate.

Fu Nanxing glanced at the sliced ​​fried egg, then raised her eyes to Zhou Yuening, and asked.

"Jiang Yan invited you?"

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