Chapter Eighty-One Whose Song Is It

  Xiao Danxue's family came out, and Wen He was alone in Qingzhou. The last bus had just departed from the street where the technique was located, and this place was a bit remote, making it difficult to find a taxi. Wen He scratched his head, looked around, and the quietness of the street was a bit scary. The wind blowing through the treetops made a rustling sound, adding a few more terrifying elements to the night.

  What's wrong, can't go back?

  The Telecommunications Bureau under the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications issued China's first nationwide unified telephone card, the Yellow River Card, in 1993. I don't know who came up with such a bright name, but soon afterwards, phone booths swept across China like the flooding of the Yellow River, without tarnishing the name.

  By the end of last year, 7 billion yuan of North Card was issued nationwide, with a total sales volume of over 100 billion. Creating a business miracle. And the country has spent ten years under this communication system, bringing great convenience to daily life.

  China also began to enter the era of smart cards from then on. When going out, if you don't have a dozen or so cards in your wallet, you'll feel embarrassed to greet others.

  At this time, it was the old year's eve, and Wen Xiang had not yet enjoyed such treatment. All kinds of shops with public phones were already closed. Reborn in a clever year, Uncle Wen had never been as helpless as he was now. In the end, he could only sigh: Why pretend to be so helpless? He might as well just take over Luyu Xi's phone and use it! A reborn person like him, who could eliminate a deputy director with a wave of his hand, was standing on the cold and windy street, racking his brains about how to get home.

  Wen Qian walked three steps and turned his head back. He hoped to see the distinctive red top light of a taxi, but things were so weird that he didn't even see a bicycle for a while. When he finally met a taxi on the main road, it wasn't far from home, so Wen Qian took a deep breath and ran all the way back home as exercise.

  Almost home. Fortunately, Wen Ze woke up at 6 am to practice his skills after giving birth and never stopped. Otherwise, he would really be exhausted halfway through. Ding Mei surprisingly hadn't slept, lying on the sofa yawning constantly, with the remote control turning back and forth in her hand, many channels already had no programs, full screens of snowflakes crackling away.

  Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ding Mei straightened up. She asked listlessly: "Back so late again? Or should I tell Teacher Si to forget about it? Learning isn't something that can be rushed, your body is more important."

  Wen Cheng's stomach was full of anxiety, and he sat down to hold Ding Mei's hand: "Mom, if I don't do well this time. Will you be angry?" Ding Mei rubbed his head, smiling with her eyes open: "How could my son not do well? It must be fine. Don't worry, son. I've calculated it. You will definitely be in the top ten of the class this time!"

  Not bad, at least it's not as severe as Siya Jing's Great Leap Forward.

  "Alright, if you guess correctly this time, we might as well close down our agricultural machinery factory and go set up a fortune-telling stall in Fulu Alley instead!"

  Ding Mei couldn't help but burst out laughing, and whenever she talked about the agricultural machinery factory, she became happy: "This afternoon, a large group of people from the Organization Department, Discipline Inspection Commission, Workers' Committee, and Municipal Light Industry Bureau went there. Director Liu of the Light Industry Bureau announced the punishment decision against Wei Wang. You didn't see the scene at that time. The cheers of the workers almost blew off the roof of the meeting venue."

  "Many injustices will ultimately lead to one's own downfall, and the factory director has reached this point. It's also a kind of tragedy. What can be done now? Has Zhang Changqing recovered from his illness and been discharged from the hospital?"

  Ding's eyes widened in surprise: "How did you know? Zhang Changqing will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and return to the factory to take charge of work."

  He pointed at his head and smiled: "Anyone with a brain would have thought of that."

  Ding Mei got up with a happy smile, yawning and walking towards the bedroom: "Come back early tomorrow, don't make me worry at home. Have you eaten? The kitchen has left food for you, if you're hungry, heat it up yourself and eat. I'm going to sleep first, I still have work tomorrow morning."

  Only now did Wen Jie feel a little hungry, and he had actually forgotten to eat dinner at Zuo Yu Xi's place that night. It was indeed true that men and women made a good pair, as they could appreciate the subtleties of food together!

  That night he slept very late, but the next morning he still woke up at 6 o'clock on time. After practicing the kung fu of his past life, Wen Jian gradually felt more and more energetic, no matter how tired he was during the day, resting for six hours at night, waking up in the morning was always refreshed and invigorated.

  All those who have achieved great things have one thing in common, which is often overlooked but most important: they all have sufficient energy. This is a necessary prerequisite for dealing with complex events and coping with difficulties.

  As soon as she entered the campus and walked past the gym, she saw Xǔ Yáo and Níng Xiǎo Níng holding hands not far ahead. They would burst into laughter from time to time. Wēn Chén's curiosity was piqued. She secretly followed them. As she got closer, she heard Xǔ Yáo scolding herself.

  "You want Wen Chuan to sing? That silly kid will sing what song. He looks so stupid, with a foolish appearance. When he sings, I've heard it before, his voice is off-key, and it's scary, it would scare everyone to death."

  "No way, I think his voice is still good, rich and powerful yet clear and melodious, he should be able to sing Jacky Cheung's songs well?" Ning Xiaoying was relatively fair-minded after all. "Besides, I see you're always talking about him in a warm and gentle tone, so that's how you really think of him, huh?"

  "Hmm, never mind, I'll think of another way. Anyway, that silly kid won't be singing."

  Wen Qian suddenly stretched out from the shoulders of the two... children, and said in a trembling voice, "Who's been talking bad about me?"

  For ordinary girls, the first reaction at this moment is to jump open and shout loudly, then scold or rage at the perpetrator. Unfortunately, Xu Yao and Ning Xiao Ying are not ordinary people.

  The two of them took a step to the side, one person grabbed an arm, and with their feet hooked inside Wen's legs, they simultaneously exerted force and threw him forward. Poor Uncle Wen was caught off guard and was thrown over by the two little Rophis, his back slamming into the ground with a dull thud.

  Crossing two time and space, more than a decade of love and hate like a dream. On the night when Wen Xiao rejected her, looking at his resolute back as he left, Xu Yao stood alone under the Chinese parasol tree in front of the boxing gym, crying out all the tears of her first half life. But Xu Yao was different after all. She spent one night wiping away her tears, tidying up her emotions, and insisted on beating Wen Xiao badly on the competition field, then telling him, I like you, it has nothing to do with you!

  Unfortunately, after three failed attempts, on the fourth attempt, she directly kicked Wen Qian back to her previous year with one kick, and her wish was still not fulfilled. See Chapter 1 for details.

  But unexpectedly at this time, under a series of unfortunate events, Wen Qian was finally knocked to the ground.

  A gentle and subtle moment. Suddenly, memories of past events flashed through his mind, and for a moment, it was sweet. A little heart-wrenching, he closed his eyes, lay on the ground, and a strange smile escaped from the corner of his mouth. Xǔ Yáo and Níng Xiǎo Níng saw that it was Wēn Qiān, and they both exclaimed in surprise. Seeing him lying motionless on the ground, their hearts panicked, and their faces turned pale. This wasn't the usual sandy or cushioned training ground, but hard, solid concrete!

  "Wen Qing, Wen Qing, are you alright?"

  "What's wrong? Didn't hit your head, where does it hurt?"

  Four small hands were placed on his back and chest, as if boneless softness was mixed with the faint fragrance on her body, it was really comfortable. Wen Qing let out a low moan, and the rhythm of their movements was like a perfect harmony, almost as if she had mastered the true transmission of the four great romantic movie goddesses. Two pure little girls, although they didn't understand, felt that Wen Qing's cries seemed somewhat improper, making people blush and feel weak in the body.

  Xu Yao's eyes welled up with tears as she said: "Ning Ning, he... is he broken or something? Why is he like this?"

  Ning Xiao Ning was also shocked and uncertain, saying: "You watch him here, don't move him, I'll go to the infirmary."

  Wen Qian let out a burst of laughter, and the two women were overjoyed. They grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Are you okay now?"

  Wen Cai opened his eyes, with a face full of regret, and said: "What a pity! What a pity!"

  "What's a pity?"

  "What a pity it's not summer now, why don't beautiful women wear skirts?"

  The two girls exchanged a glance, unaware that they had been played by this kid. They stood up at the same time. Ning Cong coldly snorted and said, "Wearing a skirt isn't impossible, but let me step on you first." She raised her right foot to step down, but Wen Jian quickly flipped over and stood up. While brushing off the dust from his body, he smiled and said, "Alright, just kidding. You guys threw me so badly, I should at least get some benefits back, right?"

  "Pshaw!"

  The two women both raised their heads first, then heavily fell down, and at the most powerful moment, they spat out this "hiss" from their red lips. With the same beautiful appearance, the same lovely and cute look, even when scolding people, it was also delightful and pleasing to the eye, wonderful beyond words.

  From time to time, classmates would pass by and glance over with their heads tilted, Xiu Yao didn't want to be gawked at like a monkey. She pulled Ning Xiao Ying's hand and walked forward. Wen Da Shu's face was thick enough that he naturally followed them from behind, after all, his relationship with the two girls was no secret. Nobody didn't know about it. In school, there was no need to maintain too much distance either.

  "Hmm, Xu Yao, someone just said I'm physically and mentally disabled, tone deaf, stupid and foolish. Did you hear that?"

  Xu Yao let out a soft "ah". She twisted around a couple of times, looking somewhat embarrassed, and asked Ning Xiao Bing: "I didn't hear it. Did you?"

  Ning Xiao Ning suppressed her laughter and said: "No, I didn't hear a single word!"

  "That's right, we didn't hear anything, so it must be your hallucination. Wen Qian classmate, you're not mentally healthy, need to go see a doctor."

  The warm and gentle breeze carried the faint sound of teeth chattering, but from the few words he had just heard, one could guess who it was. Probably, softly singing: "I'm willing to stay by your side like this, I'm willing to spend my whole life not forgetting you, I opened the window of love, but saw a long and desolate night."

  "Ask you if you would mind my heartache"

  Ning Xiaoning's eyes lit up. She was clearly moved by the warm and gentle singing voice. She seemed to have understood something, and after glancing at Xu Yao's face, she suddenly asked: "Have you heard him sing before?"

  Xu Yao bit her lower lip, her eyes misty and dreamy, recalling the love song he had sung at the reservoir and in a small alley. She let out a soft sigh and said in a low voice: "It's gone, I've never heard it before either. It was really terrible, really terrible!"