Of course, simple admiration is not worth the sisterly friendship that they get along with each other day and night, and Zhou Lanlan is also their eldest sister.
How hard is it to practice singing?
After receiving the song list from the senior, Zhou Lanlan focused on those songs almost all the time except studying. When eating, walking, and even sleeping, she had to listen to those songs every night.
It's time to sleep.
Zhou Lanlan was not fat to begin with, only weighing 102 pounds, but recently it seems that she is heading towards 92 pounds. This is something they all know.
Isn’t the reason here?
In the end, all the hard work for so long resulted in just a few words?
Failed!
Do it again!
Then, everyone knew about the text message, and they all started condemning the senior and comforting Zhou Lanlan in unison.
"What kind of senior is this, Lan Lan, forget it, let's ignore him!"
"Lanlan, you sing very well, not at all like the senior said!"
…
Zhou Lanlan bit her lip and said nothing.
About three minutes after the text message was sent, Xu Guangling received a reply: "Senior, am I really bad at singing?"
"For ordinary people, it's good, even very good. But for you, you can sing better."
Zhou Lanlan sent and received text messages under the watchful eyes of her little sisters. She was not even the first to see this text message from Xu Guangling.
"Senior, what do you mean by this? Is it a compliment or a derogation?" a little girl with a little temper yelled. The next moment, she even grabbed Zhou Lanlan's cell phone, typed quickly, and then clicked send.
Zhou Lanlan didn't even have time to stop him.
"Sing better? Can you sing as well as Faye Wong?"
Well, this little girl is either a fan of Faye Wong, or Faye Wong has the highest status in her mind, or is the most famous.
Seeing this text message, Xu Guangling was stunned for a moment.
Doesn’t this sound a bit like Zhou Lanlan’s tone?
But in fact, he didn't have much contact with Zhou Lanlan, and he didn't understand the temperament of little girls at all.
So the next moment, Xu Guangling replied normally: "It's possible."
After receiving this text message, both Zhou Lanlan and her group of little sisters were all a little stunned.
Except Zhou Lanlan.
Those little girls, under Zhou Lanlan's ostentatious introduction, had a "relatively detailed" understanding of Xu Guangling, and the content was nothing more than that they were very bad at studying, hosted various evening parties in the school, and also
Yes, I can write songs and play various musical instruments...
This is simply the standard configuration of "Prince Charming", no, high configuration.
What's more, there is that song that shines brightly.
In their opinion, Senior Xu is not only talented, he is like a rapeseed.
The admiration of little girls is so simple and easy. Without even meeting him, this senior Xu has become a slightly special "senior" in their minds.
The previous dissatisfaction has returned to dissatisfaction.
And at this time, I saw these words...
The next moment, they all looked at Zhou Lanlan with incomprehensible expressions.
In fact, Zhou Lanlan herself looked confused. What did the senior mean by these words?
Is it just a casual comment, or...
"Senior, I want to hear the truth."
Zhou Lanlan's fingers were typing unconsciously, typing and deleting, going back and forth several times, and the last sentence she typed was inexplicably clicked to send.
Then, she waited for a long time, but did not get Xu Guangling's reply.
An originally very enjoyable dinner ended in a very strange atmosphere.
"Lanlan, can you sing it again?" a little sister asked Zhou Lanlan when she was going downstairs.
Zhou Lanlan paused, then pursed her lips and nodded seriously.
Before turning off the computer, Xu Guangling looked at the time, five thirty-eight.
In winter, it gets dark very early, so at this time, it can basically be said to be dusk outside, and the streets must have been brightly lit.
During this period of time, Xu Guangling has been tormented by the itching pain in his body. He spends his time either sleeping at the bottom of Tianchi Lake, or beating each other crazily with a group of wild beasts at the training base. At this time, such a schedule has finally come to an end, and Xu Guangling feels relaxed.
Very.
For a moment, he had the idea of going outside for a walk.
So, after reporting to Mr. Xu and his wife, Xu Guangling went on a casual trip on foot.
This trip has no goal and no time limit.
In fact, it is just a walk. The difference is that the distance and time of this walk are slightly longer.
There is nothing to see in the city, it is just a crowded area gathered for business. Xu Guangling has already seen almost everything that should be seen, but he will not get involved in things that should not be seen or cannot be seen.
So although there is no goal, Xu Guangling's main direction is still landscape.
We had already seen the mountain last time, so the focus this time was naturally on the water.
The map of the entire Northeast was in his mind. After Xu Guangling chose a direction, he "dispersed" directly.
Well, yes, just a walk.
From twilight to the moon rising, to the stars lighting up, to night occupying the entire world, and then to the arrival of morning light. When the sun rose, Xu Guangling was already in an unknown small market three to four hundred miles away.
In the bustling crowd rushing to the morning market, Xu Guangling was eating his first breakfast during his trip.
Hot and sour noodles, steamed buns.
After eating, I strolled around this small street and Xu Guangling continued.
At noon, Xu Guangling came to the Hunchun River, and in the small town by the river, Xu Guangling had lunch.
White fish stewed with rice and sauerkraut.
Walking along the Hunchun River is the Tumen River. In a small county near the Tumen River, Xu Guangling was eating his third meal of the day, mutton steamed buns!
In fact, this is not a specialized steamed bun shop. The store's main business is mutton stick bones and mutton noodles. But when Xu Guangling saw the familiar name, he thought about it and ordered it.
We are in a strange place, in a small random restaurant, and the diners coming in and out all speak with extremely local accents.
This is really a very different experience.
Xu Guangling is not a poet, otherwise, he should have a poem at this time.
Because at this moment, he did feel something in his heart, but what kind of feeling it was, Xu Guangling himself couldn't tell.
After the meal, I walked out of the restaurant and walked onto the street. The evening breeze blew away the feeling.
So and so.
Along the way, there was actually not much novelty to speak of. Xu Guangling just walked so casually.
Walked through morning, walked through noon, walked through dusk, walked through twilight, and walked through the sky full of stars. Walked through plains, walked through water veins, walked through small villages, walked through small towns, walked through cities, walked through the crowds of people,
I also walked through the endless wilderness.
Eat, sleep, bathe, take a bath, decorate it.
On the street, a favorite song suddenly sounded.
In the wilderness, the sound of wind mixed with the roar of unknown beasts came faintly.
These are very common and ordinary.
But Xu Guangling seemed to be addicted. The trip that was originally expected to be only three or four days was repeatedly extended to half a month.
Half a month and thousands of miles traveled.
In half a month, Xu Guangling visited the two major river systems in the Northeast.
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