Longing for the Art of Life King

"In a park over there, drinking until six o'clock in the morning."

"I'm fine, brother Chao, the whole person walks wobbly, and he keeps feeling uncomfortable."

......

Drinking and blowing, these are the two eternal themes in the chat between men, and those who can drink and blow will definitely occupy a place in this men's party.

Obviously, Cheng He is like this.

"Then you're amazing." Su Yang touched Cheng He and said, "The worst time I drank was in Russia, when I was blowing against a group of burly men, with a bottle of 67-degree golden piano, holding The bottle just blows.

With that one bite, the whole person seemed to be on fire. "

"Jinqin, it's amazing." Huang Lei on the side shook his head repeatedly and said, "That wine tastes like it's burning, it's not drinking, it's just suffering. If you like spirits, I recommend you, old people Burning knives, super delicious. I have a bottle at home, and when you go to Kyoto, you go to my house for dinner, and we have a good drink."

"I'll find you when the time comes. I still have a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1896."

Hearing this, Cheng He and Huang Lei's eyes lit up.

"Baimazhuang 1896, good stuff, is it out of print?"

"This is something money can't buy, where did you come from?"

"At the end of the year before last, I did a little favor for them. They knew that I love wine, so they gave me a few bottles, and now they drink a lot."

Hearing this, Huang Lei laughed immediately: "You are a little busy, but it is not small at all."

"hey-hey......"

Su Yang swayed a little every day, and after getting along for a few days, everyone knew Su Yang's virtues, so they didn't continue to struggle.

On Cheng He's side, he suddenly said, "Hey, by the way, I almost forgot to sing."

"Okay, just sing "Qilixiang", okay?"

"Come, come!"

Everyone cleared the scene emotionally, and Reba, who had been sitting beside Su Yang without speaking, ran in and took out the electronics. Every time Su Yang sang, she was the most active.

Everything was ready, Su Yang played the electronic song, and the rhythm of "Qilixiang" slowly floated over the whole mushroom house.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause.

"Amazing!" Cheng He held Su Yang's shoulders and said, "When will the single be released? I will be the first to buy it, and I will buy a thousand copies. I want all my friends to hear such a good song. "

"Eh...haven't thought about it yet."

"I never thought about it, don't!" Cheng He said loudly: "It's a pity that you don't become a singer."

"Singing is just a hobby." Su Yang continued shaking his head.

Seeing this, Cheng He no longer struggled.

"Xiaoyang, I heard Teacher Huang and the others say that every time a guest comes, you will sing a new song. I am here today. What is the new song you want to sing?"

"what's the situation?"

Su Yang was stunned when he heard this.

Chapter 40 Short paper and long love (the third update, please collect it!) -->>(page 1/2), please click the next page to continue reading.Su Yang was stunned when he heard this.

Looking at the smiles of Mr. He and Huang Lei's chicken thief, I knew that I had fallen into the trap without knowing it.

How to do?

What can I do, sing.

"Okay, I want to sing something."

As soon as Su Yang finished speaking, Reba got up and said at the same time: "I'll get you a guitar."

"No need." Su Yang pulled her back, picked up a chopstick on the table at the same time, and shook it at her: "Just use this."

"kindness?"

Reba waited for the big eyes, and before she could shake her eyes, the chopsticks in Su Yang's hands were already light or heavy, and they began to knock on the wooden table very rhythmically.

Immediately afterwards, a low, hoarse, drunken cry resounded through the entire night sky:

I really miss you

......

"Ok!"

With a single voice, everyone on the scene was taken aback for a moment. This was not like music at all, but more like a daring expression from the depths of the heart.

Just then, the singing came:

in every rainy season

What you choose to forget is what I hate the most

Paper is short and love is long

There are too many ripples

My stories are all about you!