His eloquent talk was both comprehensive and specific, both simple and profound. Many of the contents simply touched the hearts of Mr. Zhou and his wife.
Therefore, it didn’t take long for Xu Guangling’s knowledge or ability in medical skills to gain initial but considerable approval from the two of them.
After chatting for a while, Mrs. Zhou suddenly looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then slapped her leg: "Oh, I'm just here to chat. It's getting late and I have to go shopping. Xiao Xu, what do you want to eat? Huanshi
Report everything to me."
"Master, please make me some pork ribs. I'm still greedy when I think about the meal I had at your place." Xu Guangling said.
"Hehe, the braised pork ribs made by mom are delicious." Zhou Lanlan spoke for the first time now. She had been watching and listening silently before, "Mom, I will go with you. I will buy the ribs. I will
pick!"
"You know how to pick a big-headed guy!" Mrs. Zhou laughed and scolded her, but she was still held by her daughter, and they went out together.
After the mother and daughter left, there were only two men left in the living room.
Xu Guangling seemed to be less restrained and more direct, and said to Lao Zhou: "Teacher Zhou, your body must be in a sub-healthy state. Why don't you let me use acupuncture to help you recuperate?"
"Are you really good at it?" Lao Zhou looked sideways at Xu Guangling, who was more direct.
Lao Zhou is a very qualified class teacher. Not only students with good grades, but also those with poor grades, he can get along with them and gain their trust.
Therefore, he is also a very prestigious class teacher in the eyes of the students in the class.
It's prestige rather than majesty.
"It will definitely work!" Xu Guangling almost assured him by patting his chest.
"Then give it a try." Lao Zhou responded readily, and then asked: "Does it hurt?"
"I promise it won't hurt at all!" At this moment, Xu Guangling seemed to have turned into the kind of doctor who traveled around the world selling Dali pills in ancient times, and almost dropped the slogan of "all-inclusive insurance".
However, Xu Guangling did not bring any silver needles when he came here this time. Mr. Zhang gave him several sets of silver needles, which were packed in a small box. They were small and easy to carry around, but not convenient to carry close to the body.
Xu Guangling quickly returned home and returned with the silver needle.
So, when Zhou Lanlan and her daughter came back from shopping for groceries, what they saw was that the air conditioner in their home was running hot, and there was plenty of room for recliners next to the small coffee table in the middle of the living room.
Lao Zhou was lying on it, with his arms bare and covered with rows of silver needles.
"Hey, this is..." Mrs. Zhou looked at her husband like this, then looked at Xu Guangling, "Xiao Xu, are you giving your teacher an acupuncture?"
"I'll let Teacher Zhou see my skills." Xu Guangling said hehey.
Mrs. Zhou was a little dumbfounded and had nothing to say for a while. She just said: "I'm going to cook."
Zhou Lanlan stayed in the living room.
"Senior, how long does it take to heal?" Zhou Lanlan looked at her father and then asked Xu Guangling.
Lao Zhou was snoring lightly at the moment.
"An hour or two," Xu Guangling said.
Then Zhou Lanlan took the initiative to report the situation, "Senior, I'm singing those songs, and I'm almost ready."
Xu Guangling nodded, and then said: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
There seemed to be nothing to talk about between the two.
Xu Guangling behaved very clumsily.
Zhou Lanlan's shyness and restraint gradually disappeared, and she gradually started to talk more. She was a cheerful and generous girl. At this moment, she was talking to Xu Guangling about many things in school, about studying, practicing dance, and about things on the Internet.
Things like that.
In short, there are many topics and I won’t finish them all.
Xu Guangling simply agreed, but no matter internally or externally, he was definitely not being perfunctory.
So although he didn't speak much and mostly just listened and nodded, it didn't make the little girl feel cold, so she still spoke.
This situation continued until Mrs. Zhou prepared the meal.
Including cooking rice, stewing ribs, etc., the rest will have to wait until later.
"What are you talking about? You look like you're talking so enthusiastically, little girl." Mrs. Zhou came from the kitchen to the living room.
"Teacher, sit down and drink some water to moisten your throat." Xu Guangling poured a cup of hot tea and then showed his courtesy, "Lan Lan and I are talking about things in school, studying, singing, dancing, etc."
"Exactly, Xiao Xu, please tell me about her!" Mrs. Zhou said, "This girl doesn't know what's going on. She wants to get into art school. Do you think it's not good for her to get into a serious university? She has to
Just think about all that nonsense."
Those art school principals would cry when they heard what you said.
Xu Guangling was amused in his heart, and then said: "Master, do you mean that you are not happy with Lanlan's entrance into the art school?"
"That's for sure!" Mrs. Zhou said, "It's not that those art schools are not good, but how many girls from art schools can find good jobs smoothly? Not to mention those unspoken rules.
Whatever, oh, it sounds scary."
This is true.
There are few mothers who wouldn't worry about something like this happening to their daughters.
The situation is that on the road to becoming a "star", the chance of encountering this kind of thing is very high!
If the college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops walking across it, then the girls who have been admitted to art schools are faced with a longer and longer single-plank bridge with no end in sight. They need to keep walking on that single-plank bridge.
Towards glory, or towards decadence.
Or, turn around, give up your artistic career, and face the ordinary again.
There are really not many people who can really make a living out of art.
This is the most brilliant and bleak industry. What is brilliant is the stage, but below the stage, everything is bleak.
Of course, dimness comes in many forms and degrees.
Mrs. Zhou also said:
"Besides, this girl wants to get into the Conservatory of Music!"
"It doesn't matter if you pass the exam or not, what will you do after graduation? Do you still hope to be a singer? Now that there are no records, how can a singer make money?"
This is not correct, but it is profound.
As a half-musician, Xu Guangling naturally knows a lot.
In the past, even third- and fourth-rate singers could make money by releasing records. At least, it was not difficult to make a living from this. But now, in the digital music era, physical records are something only kings can play.
Even if you are a king, don’t expect to make money from this. If you don’t lose, you will make a lot of money!
Based on the domestic copyright situation, don't expect digital music copyright to bring any stable and reliable income, that is, lottery.
So how do singers make money nowadays?
Commercial performance! Endorsement!
These are the two most important pieces.
Meanwhile, it will definitely be very complicated for a girl to face this.
Then there are concerts, but how many singers can afford to hold concerts?
Therefore, in general, this road is "unstable". Mrs. Zhou's consideration is correct.
Xu Guangling thought about what to say.
From a rational point of view, he agrees with Mrs. Zhou's view. He is also reluctant to see Zhou Lanlan take this road, and then face the ups and downs on this road in the future, not to mention whether he is famous or not, whether he is stable or not.
But it is already doomed.
However, Zhou Lanlan is his junior sister.
In his entire life, he has only been this little junior sister.
There is a saying in ancient China.
Don’t look at the monk’s face to look at the Buddha’s face; don’t look at the fish to look at the water.
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Thanks to "Chen Zhijing" for the recommendation vote.