Siheyuan: It started with Yu Li's door-to-door work

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She thought the singer must smell like laundry soap.

It smells like gardenias.

Or Molly.

But not until midnight.

The old man at home came out to look for her.

Lin Yuzhu said it was the old man.

The man said he was under 55.

You can't call me an old man.

The old man's daughter seems to be a singer.

The old man bought her an old guitar. .

Then I never saw her come back for the New Year.

Sometimes an envelope is sent back.

Some money was sealed inside.

The whole article said that he was doing well.

You can hear her songs in the streets and alleys soon.

Chapter 216 The Singer Who Sings Qiyu

hear here.

Lin Yuzhu angrily found paper to write a letter.

"Old man, write to her, ask her why she didn't come back, and tell her to go home even if she earns as much."

"Don't bother her, I'm doing well alone."

"It's not bad, you don't even know how to cook, and no one else can eat the cooked rice except you."

"My girl can't cook either."

"Two people are always better than one, and I don't even know how to cook alone."

"You come, I know what to do."

"You think of me as your cheap daughter."

"Yes, can't you?"

"Okay."

Lin Yuzhu acquiesced that she was the cheap daughter of the old man.

Succeeded the singer daughter.

Lay by and act like a spoiled child to her all day long.

Since she ran to the bar to listen to music.

The old man came to pick her up every day.

Here we go again today.

The waiters at the bar door all knew him.

"Can I go home?"

"He hasn't finished singing today."

"The young man who sang Qi Yu?"

"I don't know what's wrong. He's been singing better and better recently, and there are fewer and fewer songs. The ones inserted at the beginning and the end are too uncomplicated."

"All the men who come here must like to listen to Teresa Teng."

"I'm also a customer..."

"Order a drink and sit all night?"

"Old man, you should reflect on this store. No matter who the customers are, their behavior is wrong."

"I know. Come back."

"No, there is one more."

The prelude sounded.

Lin Yuzhu immediately raised his head to listen.

The dim light hit the face.

Cold and thin body.

And white arms dangling in clothes.

Thin and long white clothes.

The old man whispered.

"My daughter is also skinny."

"Girl, I like to be thin."

"It's too thin. Parents don't want their baby to be so thin."

"is it?"

"Sure."

"I don't know if this person's parents are the same."

"This baby is not from here."

"You don't know."

"It's the same as the dialect you learned randomly. It's crappy. His accent sounds like it's from somewhere else."

He did come from elsewhere.

Lin Yuzhu and the steward's mother gradually became acquainted.

Heard a lot.

This person is from Taiwan.

When I was a child, I was lost in mainland China with my parents.

His mother picked him up and raised him.

He doesn't like to talk.

It's always been that accent.

Until now, I can't speak an authentic dialect.

"No wonder she sings so well, her voice is sweet like a woman's."

"That's what other people said about him. It's not a good thing to be like a girl. Being chased by other little boys and saying bad things, holding up that stone, scolding him and beating him."

"Why is it not a good thing to be like a girl? They are also born of women."

"Yeah, a bunch of bad kids. There are a lot of kids like that here, you bastards, you know."

"Know..."

Lin Yuzhu thought of the person on the stage emitting white light being hit by a dirty stone.

I can't wait to catch the gangsters of the past now.

Pull their ears to make them apologize.

The villain who brought the fairy down to earth.

Worse than those who beat mortals.

Just in time for him to sing on stage.

Mom was also caught in the memory.

Sorry to say.

"I'm too busy to take care of him. I think he was cute and well-behaved when he was a child, but now he talks less and less and only sings. There must be a reason why I didn't protect him well and was bullied by those bad boys."

One song finished.

The man came down and talked to mom.

"Mom, let me sing to Linlin the last song tonight. I'll go out first."

"Why, isn't your last song about singing birds and fish?"

"how do you know?"

"Mom said..."

Lin Yuzhu asked in a hurry.

He was softened by the clear boyish voice again.

"You like this song?"

"like."

"Thank you, but at that time no one listened, you can still listen."

"I can, I think you sing the best among these people. Really."