Along the way, Xie Wenjun briefly told Yuan Jia what they were doing. Yuan Jia seemed to understand rather than understand. He didn't think that they could really make money by doing so, but he thought that although Xie Wenjun was young, he was much more powerful than many adults he knew, and he was more curious about him.
Liu Hua has been sorting out foreign paintings from morning to night these days, but there are still some unfinished works. Xie Wenjun asks Yuan Jia to help him sort them out. He and Liu Hua are discussing things in the yard. Yuan Jia is reluctant to stay in the room with a small mouth and bag foreign paintings, but he is very happy.
According to Xie Wenjun's requirements, Liu Hua collected 17 sets of foreign paintings without wrong versions from more than 80000 foreign paintings, 219 for each set. In addition, he found 14 wrong versions, 8 climbing pillars, 6 Wei Zhentian, and the remaining 75000 foreign paintings were packed in a bag of 100.
Great. There are only six wrong versions in more than 80000 foreign paintings. The fact proves that his strategy is correct. Xie Wenjun is excited.
"Brother Hua, we don't have any money. I'm afraid things will turn yellow." Quick talking Zheng Gang burst out as soon as he arrived.
"What should we do? Xiaojun said that 3000 yuan is enough." Liu Hua frowned. He had saved 700 yuan for a long time. If things go wrong, he should not be depressed.
"It should have been enough, but... don't talk about it. I still have a way to prevent you from losing your hard-earned money, but..." Xie Wenjun was embarrassed
Liu Hua scratched his head: "You mean to cheat students to buy?"
"We don't cheat them to buy, we just tell some... non white lies. It depends on them whether they buy or not," Xie Wenjun thought for a while. "If you had enough money, you only had to tell a small lie. Now we all have to tell, and we have to tell a big lie."
"It doesn't matter what you say. Anyway, you should say that as long as you can make money." Li Qiang still carries out his mother's method of selling clothes. Liu Hua and Zheng Gang both nodded their heads in agreement.
Alas! He has trained three profiteers, which is not his intention. Forget it. Occasionally, Xie Wenjun comforted himself for it, and then told everyone what to do. Then he asked, "Brother Hua, have you found someone to help you?"
"Yes, my former brother, Tan Hui."
"Is it Huige, whose nickname is Malahui?" Zheng Gang asked eagerly.
Liu Hua nodded and smiled: "You students don't necessarily know what to ask you, Zhang Liangxiao. What kind of brothers in the society are more familiar than me."
"Of course, Brother Hui and Brother Xiaoma are known as the two dragons of Linxi, and they are famous." Zheng Gang also poses as outlaws, and these gangsters are his idols and dream lovers.
"I didn't," Li Qiang quickly clarified
"No," Liu Huayu said with a long focus, "Xiaogang, a powerful young gangster looks very beautiful, in fact... Well, you have seen my example, let's not talk about it first, let's just talk about Tan Hui. Why did I ask him to help him come here just to show loyalty? More than that, mainly because of life, Xiaojun promised to give him 10% of his shares. He didn't want to continue to work and wanted to find something serious to do. They fight and kill all day long. Can they not eat or drink? may not. Where did you get the money? impecuniosity. What should I do when I get old? Begging? You have to be able to beg. The Tan Hui family is almost out of steam now. You know, he is different from Ma Dekai. He just fights. Ma Dekai also collects protection fees everywhere, but this is against the law. Sooner or later, the boat will capsize. So you should study hard. It's good to make money like Xiao Jun. Don't think about working in the society. There will be no good results. "
I always thought that the little gangster was a very promising career, but I didn't expect to be so down and out. Is it wrong? It seems that I have seriously considered what Zheng Gang said to Liu Hua.
"Oh no, Qiaoqiao is coming too." Xie Wenjun jumped up.
"Come on." Liu Hua didn't know why Xie Wenjun was so excited. "Thanks to the coincidence of coming to help me sort out foreign paintings these days, otherwise I couldn't be so quick."
It's true that Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrived, and Liu Hua came right before his words fell: "Why are you talking ill of me? Brother Liu Hua, I'll help you sort out the foreign paintings." Qiaoqiao went into the room after saying that.
Xie Wenjun listened to the door for a long time, holding his breath like a thief, and said to himself, "Why is nothing happening?"
"If there is any news," Liu Hua said with a smile, "you boy, if you have a problem, please tell us quickly and honestly."
"No...... Problem, what's the problem?" Coincidentally, he was a childhood partner, and Yuan Jia was a classmate. What's the problem.
Zheng Gang and Li Qiang laughed loudly, and Liu Hua shook his head, sighing that today's children are really precocious, so they went back to their childhood to cook.
Three big boys with childlike innocence played "human cannons" in the yard. Zheng Gang lost the most and was kicked dozens of footprints on his buttocks. Just as he was enjoying himself, Li Qiang suddenly ran into the room. Xie Wenjun and Zheng Gang looked at each other, and a clear childlike voice came from the TV
The big windmill spins creaking
The scenery here is really beautiful
Good day
The ground is beautiful
And a group of happy friends
……
As soon as Zheng Gang slapped his head, he rushed into the room and changed the TV to another station. He wanted to watch the "Little Dragon Club". The Liu Hua family's 14 inch black and white TV set suffered a lot, and they fought with each other for a while.
"Don't be silly. You are not naive. When you are old, you still watch cartoons. My sister Qiaoqiao and I want to watch popular golden songs." Yuan Jia pushed the two strong men aside, turned the TV to his favorite channel, and Guo Fucheng, with his McDonald's hair on, was showing the classic action of love and love.
The two girls were sitting there holding hands like sisters, just like Guo Fucheng, humming. Uncle Xie Wenjun couldn't figure it out. How long has it been so good? Women are really strange.
Seeing Xie Wenjun standing at the door in a daze, Yuan Jia ran over and pulled him to sit down, saying, "You know, Sister Qiaoqiao and I are really bosom friends. We have a lot in common."
"It's impossible. You have different personalities." Xie Wenjun knows the two very well, and they are not the same kind at all.
"What are we not? We have the same hobbies," Yuan Jia began to gush. "I am the same as Sister Qiao's idol. We all like the four heavenly kings, the Little Tigers and Lin Zhiying."
"Yes, we both copied the same song from the lyric book." Qiaoqiao looked like he felt sorry for each other.
God, these are the people that girls like these days. If a sign falls down on the street, it will hit dozens of pairs. It's really not deep. Xie Wenjun is secretly funny, but it's also good to avoid becoming a wolf when two people meet.
"Can you change the channel, my sisters?" Zheng Gang is not interested in pop songs at all. "If you want to listen to songs and let Xiao Jun sing, he can also play guitar."
"Really, Xie Wenjun, please sing to us quickly, handsome!" It was a surprise. Yuan Jia did not expect Xie Wenjun to play and sing. These days, more than one boy who can play guitar can describe "handsome".
Xie Wenjun's hobbies in his previous life still remain. He occasionally writes songs and plays guitar at home.
"Junjun, I haven't heard you sing for a long time, so you can sing for us. Brother Liu Huage has a guitar here." Qiaoqiao grew up listening to Xie Wenjun's singing, and has already been under his mantra.
Xie Wenjun taught Liu Hua to play the guitar. The two used to play and sing together. Xie Wenjun took the guitar down, tuned it, and asked, "What song?"
"Wow, you can also order songs?" Yuan Jia thought for a while, "sing" Red Dragonfly "."
Xie Wenjun was stunned: "Change it."
Yuan Jia saw a trace of sadness in Xie Wenjun's eyes and asked carefully, "You... can't sing?"
"I......" Xie Wenjun stopped talking again, his eyes were slightly red, and the air suddenly gathered. Everyone looked at him with a trace of curiosity.
Now you are Xie Wenjun. What are you thinking about? Play and sing. A voice rings in Xie Wenjun's ear. Let the past go with the wind. Xie Wenjun's voice is slightly hoarse: "Well, sing Red Dragonfly."
Fly, fly
Look at the red dragonfly flying in the blue sky
The game keeps chasing its dream in the wind
The sky is an eternal home. The earth is its kingdom
Flying is life
Our childhood is also like the wind from chasing growth
Blow the dream gently and lift it up slowly
The red dragonfly was my little hero when I was young
How I wish I could fly with it one day
When troubles are more and more, glass marbles are less and less
I know I have grown up slowly
Once upon a time, red dragonflies
It has also disappeared in my years
We've all grown up. Many dreams are flying
Just like the red dragonfly I saw in my childhood
We have grown up, and we have many dreams to fly
Just like the red dragonfly in my mind now
……
The two girls were mesmerized, and even the two boys were beating time with the rhythm. Their hobbies were hobbies. At the end of the song, Xie Wenjun was still not satisfied. He played and sang the title song of the same name of the album "Love of Oracle", which he wrote lyrics and composed and won awards in previous generations. His thoughts drifted to the distance with the song, hitting the boy's heartstrings, The past life that has long been vague is clear again, every familiar person, every warm thing, every moving song
Past life and present life are like chocolate and milk. Things that have not been thought of for many years suddenly fill my head. It's hard to turn the river into the sea. I thought I had lost it, but actually I just forgot it.
Is she okay? Did she hear the song Red Dragonfly? This is their song! Did she hear The Love of Oracle? This is the song he wrote for her!
Always remember the last words she said to him: this life is not destined to be continued in the next life!
But where should we look in the vast sea of people? The butterfly effect has changed all the people and things around us. The familiar things in previous life memories can not be found. Maybe it is really the end of fate.
Cherish the present people! Even if you reread the file, you can't go back to the original track. You still have to grasp everything by yourself.