That night, the snow was clear, and the neon lights were lit up in the commercial port and the house. The peaceful and quiet atmosphere brewed into a distant state in the just-washed air. This was the Christmas in Yanjing in 1997. There were no fireworks, but only the peaceful mood of people. In this way, I opened the window or walked out of the house to watch the snow.

The restaurant became quieter and just now, talking about food, work, news, love words, and the diners of the children unconsciously stopped these. Songs that spanned the entire era are not always heard. Unless a future goes back to the past, and then in a French restaurant on Christmas night, he is willing to walk on that small stage and sing for his lover so affectionately. The ending king of ning suddenly used a large scale, turned to feel the singing style, and sang "mylove, merrychrystmastoyoutoyou..."

It was not until Wang Qibu stopped teasing the guitar that the applause rang out in his unfulfilled mood. Some people couldn't help but stand up and applaud. Wang Qibu, who was standing on the stage, responded to everyone's praise with a smile. He bowed slightly behind him and returned to his position, returning the guitar to the international student of the Conservatory of Music. He just smiled and did not speak.

"Really, it sounds really nice. Are you a professional singer? By the way, my name is Emmy, Eminem." The international student who was stunned said.

"Uh, the singer's words are right. I sang it once many years ago, and recently I sang the theme song in a movie. Hello, Amy, my name is Wang Qibu." Wang Qibu said as he stretched out his hand and said.

"Haha, I'm so lucky to hear such a nice song." Amy said, making a move that rarely appears among Westerners, that is, to put the 1,000 yuan I just got in front of Wang Fei, and said, "I believe that I will be very happy to work with you on my guitar. So I don't want this money."

"Haha, you are very lucky, and I am willing to believe so." Wang Qibu said, signaling Wang Fei to collect the money with his eyes, and then said to Emmy, "Amy, do you want to hear one of my opinions?"

"Opinion? Does it mean that it is singing? But you haven't heard me sing yet." Amy was puzzled, and even thought that the other party was perfunctory and felt unhappy.

"No, no, no, believe me, I've definitely heard of it." Wang Qibu said, and took out his business card from his arms, then took out his pen and wrote a phone number behind the business card. "Amy, my suggestion is that you will buy a direct flight ticket to Los Angeles right now. After you get to the place, call the phone behind the business card. After finding that person, show him the business card and he will sign you. I will also call to notify that person a little later tonight."

"Oh my God, are you kidding? Will anyone fly tens of thousands of miles just after hearing this?" Amy exclaimed. In fact, as he said, he really thought that Wang Qibu was just kidding.

"Some, but the situation is different. That person is called Rock Will. If you like to watch Universal movies, you will definitely see this name in the subtitles at the end of the movie." Wang Qibu replied calmly. He was very plain and unhappy with something. He wanted to know if he was really lucky. No matter what, it would be fine. He felt that this was a harmless joke for himself and Eminham.

"Are you talking about the vice president of Seven Pictures?" It seems that Emmy really cares about the subtitles at the end of Universal Pictures' films, and there may be other gossips. Wang Qibu needs to think about it before he knows who came from the last Hollywood actress who has been rumored to have an affair with his partner who has known him for ten years?

"Yes." Apart from that, Wang Qibu had no other reaction.

"What you mean is to make me believe that I accidentally met Seven's mysterious Oriental President and was appreciated by him." Eminem asked, inevitably with a sarcastic tone.

"Well, I think that's it. In addition, you mocked him just now." Wang Qibu said with a smile. He could understand what Eminham felt in his heart. After all, if anyone said such words to him, then the man was so cruel that he would cooperate to curse "Beat this dead liar to death!" He would not be unable to do such a thing.

"Okay, I believe you. I'll resign from the owner of this store now. It's impossible to just fly back immediately. After all, I have to go to school to go through the withdrawal procedures. Let's rise next." Eminum said, completely out of Wang Qibu's surprise.

"Uh, then, what's the reason for believing me? If you are willing to tell me, I promise like you that I will instruct the relevant supervisors to optimize your contract treatment." This time, it was Wang Qibu's turn to be interesting.

"China is a magical country!" said Eminem.

"What do you think about adding a gay client who is arranged to accompany the company to have dinner?" Wang Qibu said, and at the same time he sighed that this guy is blind and doesn't have any eyes.

"Okay, it's actually because I suddenly recognized who your female companion was. Wang Fei, the Madonna of China." Eminem said in anger.

"Hehehe." This time it was not just Wang Qibu, but even Wang Fei laughed.

After playing Eminam left, Wang Fei asked Wang Qibu, "You really want to sign him? Have you heard this Emmy sing before? How is it?"

Faced with Wang Fei's questioning, Wang Qibu handed the cut steak back to Wang Fei's eyes and replied, "Well, of course I have heard of it. He is a rare and excellent white rapper. He is also very diligent and persistent in his music."

"Is that so? How do you see that you are obsessed with music?" Wang Fei, who felt that Wang Qibu was perfunctory, asked.

"Because I found that his guitar was full of lyrics. Although most of it was swearing, it should be very rhyme when singing it." Wang Qibu's seamless answer made Wang Fei very upset.

After dinner, Wang Qibu drove Wang Fei home. Although the peak hours had passed, the road was still blocked due to the snowfall and the special nature of today's festival. Wang Qibu, who did not arrogantly drove the car into the emergency passage, took about two hours before he took Wang Fei to the door.

"This is for you, Merry Christmas." After the kiss, Wang Qibu took out a small gift box from his arms and handed it to Wang Fei.

"What is this?" Wang Fei asked.

"The answer is to wait until you return to the room and then reveal it when you have seen it yourself." Wang Qi walked. Then he watched Wang Fei walk into his yard.

When Wang Fei, who had returned to the room, opened the gift box, instantly, the golden color of the light reflected on the whole room.

"Is this a dream?" Wang Fei screamed in shock as she looked at the diamond necklace with golden luster lying in the box. No, there was no need to doubt the authenticity of the dream. Because it was given by Wang Qibu. Well, this reason is very sufficient.

...

Weihang did not steadily where it used to park, but instead parked in front of a villa where the security work was well done from outside the door. Wang Qibu got out of the car. After looking at the watch, it was already past eleven o'clock. He thought it was inappropriate to knock on the door at this time. So he jumped a few times and he came to the windowsill of a room on the second floor. He was familiar with everything and his relaxed movements prevented him from disturbing anyone.

"Dangdang." Wang Qibu knocked on the window with his unique rhythm. Soon he heard the sound of slippers touching the ground from the room. Immediately afterwards, Wang Qibu saw the influence of the pajama girl through the glass window that was already covered with elite frost. It was the kind of pajamas with ears on the hat. Wang Qibu looked out the window and smiled in a daze.

The girl opened the window and said, "Why are you having fun with the stupid outside because it's snowing so heavily? Come in quickly."

"The snow is already there. Have you been sleeping for a while?" Wang Qibu, who flashed into the girl's bedroom, asked.

"Nonsense, is it the same as you? I'll go to school tomorrow. Will I drink milk? I'll give you hot." The girl actually sarcastic and asked.

"Is there no other alcoholic beverage?" Of course, this irony completely hurts Wang Qibu's powerful nerves. He asked shamelessly.

"No! You should drink less that thing in the future, how old are you. And I can't go out to the kitchen, otherwise it would be fun to wake up my parents." The girl butler scolded her like a housewife.

"Tsk, wake up, just wake up. It just so happened that my father-in-law and I had two cups. My mother-in-law would be spared. It was not easy for me to be busy for a day. You go to the kitchen to cook for us." Wang Qibu, who was still on the bed with the girl's body temperature, said. But don't look at him, his voice was not loud.

"Is that so? Are you sure? Then I'll call me dad. Don't bother, I'll cook three dishes for you." The girl, who didn't care much about the scum lying on her bed, said. Her teasing tone didn't look like a girl no matter how she looked. Instead, she looked like a wife who had been married for many years, was using her own old man to make fun of her.

"Li Wanyao, I find that you have become much more evil since you entered junior high school." Wang Qibu was defeated and said.

"Wang Qibu, I also found that you have been getting busier and busier recently. I almost forgot what you look like. Come, come and let me take a good look." Li Wanyao said, and really sat on the bed and stared at Wang Qibu carefully. Although his behavior was ambiguous, it was obvious that the girl was jealous and then got angry.

"What's so good about it? I'm still so handsome and stupid." Wang Qibu said. At the same time, he was thinking about the strategy of making the girl's mood turn as sunny as the weather.

"Yes. But you are becoming more and more similar to when you left me behind. By the way, you filmed "A Chinese Odyssey" a few years ago. You didn't feel anything when you were filming that movie?" Li Wanyao said. As she said that, she rubbed Wang Qibu's face hard and changed the face into various shapes.

"Vomit, Peng Geng, vomiting is a slight consequence of Denai's love and vomiting..." Wang Qibu, whose face was ***, said vaguely.

"What are you talking about? I'll let you go, and you can say it to me." Li Wanyao let go of her hand and said.

"I mean, there was, once, a sincere love was placed in front of me, but I cherish it very well. Whenever I think of it in those years when I was in a foreign country, I regret it so much. Really, it seems that there is no more painful thing in the world than this. Fortunately, God gave me another chance. I am very grateful. I have been grateful all the time for all these years. From seeing you when I was a baby again more than ten years ago, until now, I have cherished the time I can spend with you. I really fell in love with you. This is love. I know. I am sure that no one can add a deadline to this love. It will definitely be forever." Just as he said himself, Wang Qibu said such love words very firmly.

"Wang Qibu." Li Wanyao said with a choking feeling as if she was slightly choking.

"What?" Wang Qibu touched Li Wanyao's hair and asked.

"I want to cook for you." When he said this, Li Wanyao was as sure as Wang Qibu's.

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(Okay, I saw a comment on the book review saying that Wang Xiaoyou is shameful to use poems and songs to make up the words. Because from the perspective of basic logic of affairs, if a person says it, there are probably some guys who have the same idea but have not said it. So at the beginning of this chapter, I will talk about this matter carefully.

You may have discovered that Xiaoyou rarely defends readers' doubts or anything. The reply is usually "You are right." "Uh, I'm wrong, I will change it in the future." "Well, that, okay, the commentator won't be like this in the future." Why? Because Wang Xiaoyou always thinks that readers are the most adorable guys. Especially today when novels are flooded like sea water, and a few days ago when Xiaoyou updated her very unconventional, they are all the cutest beings. Therefore, the gratitude for you is entirely from the sincerity. I believe that your proposals are all kind-hearted. So even if it is not so gentle, I accept them all. But today I saw this statement using poems and songs, and I don't want to accept them anymore. The reasons are as follows;

First, this book is not a buyout work at the moment, so how many words I write have nothing to do with my income of one cent. I can understand that I have a word to make up as if the quality of this novel should be a buyout praise. But I still have to emphasize that the number of words really has nothing to do with my income.

Second, some authors who understand Zongheng rules may say that even if it is not for buying out, it can be for full attendance. Zongheng 3000 words = 300 yuan, 5000 words = 500 yuan, 10000 yuan is available on the welfare notice. Well, even if I am a thief, I give up the income of more than 1,000 yuan a month, and then I have to compete with the minimum living allowance of several hundred yuan. That must be the number of words that can help me meet the conditions for full attendance. From this month, I insist on updating 5,000 a day, but when will I write only 5,000 characters? If I really want to fill up the words and attendance, why do I have to write so much more? Yesterday's last oneime that I personally think is very good for the situation is only a few hundred, and I say one thousand more, but my update volume yesterday was 7,000 characters! If it is a thief, what am I trying to do? Is my attribute a thief + two-wife and add a model worker? Meow!

Third, okay, third point let’s talk about poetry, well, only poetry. For example, in the second season 32 chapter, "In the first month of return, heavy rain hit the city, sitting upright on the pavilion, looking at the flies and dogs indifferently, the bamboo buds in my chest are prosperous, and my spirits are all calm. Pretend to do this. I can’t see the red water of the Xiang River, leaning on the small building to smell the wind and fishy wind. The evil officials and bandits are as fierce as evil, who is afraid? A sea of ​​blood rafting. The lotus moon is drifting in the clear house, the city is attacking, and the opening and closing are dangerously walking on thin ice. When you climb to the bleak place, the mist gathers, and the clouds and the wind are also stomping on the punctuation marks." Wow! Including the punctuation marks, there are 117 words, the author, you are too shameless. You are famous masters hundreds of years ago

Adding classic poems to your own novels to make up the word count. Are you too immoral? I feel ashamed of you! By the way, where did you find this poem? There is no ancient book in Baidu except your novels. Are you secretly kept by your family? Morality! But, the sister of the festival! Where should I find this kind of Dingfeng storm that is completely consistent with the plot? "A Complete Collection of Ancient Poems Needed by the Young Master in Military Costume"? Is this my own writing? I wrote this for nearly two hours. I used these more than 100 sons to make up seven or eight thousand words in these two hours? I must match the plot, suppress the rhyme, catch up, and respect the words

Is there any miserable thing like me in the online literature industry? The data male Fenghuo Manager quoted some ancient texts, "The Rich Country" made the protagonist pretend to be a slut and show his vast knowledge. Well, if you want to compare the reading volume, before I became sensible, my father and mother collected famous books from various countries and early economics books. Some were still very pretentious in some places that I was not going to say, so I bought them by pound, of course, there were also books by pound at the scrap purchase station; for example, some early text collections published during the Republic of China, and even enlightenment books during the Westernization Movement. Wang Qibu is two

I am very ashamed of studying at the age of 20,000. I could recite more than 500 poems before I was five years old. There are still some tapes in my family, which I don’t remember at all. I was babbling and carrying "Huang Si Niang’s house is full of flowers, thousands of flowers are low..." At the age of seven, I just went to school and read "Gu Wen Guanzhi" without any translation reference books. I said that these were just to let those readers who are not so cute know that Wang Di was writing a book very carefully. He also had a certain ability to write this book well. It is somewhat nonsense to say that I used poems to make up my words.

Fourth, income. I have basically no income when I write this book. I don’t have it on the shelves or buy it out. Not only that, I have not even given up some income before these books have given up. For example, resigning. For example... Well, I won’t talk about the big ones. Let’s talk about the necessities of writing cigarettes. I have two packs of cigarettes a day, and I smoke at least one pack when writing. It’s fifty-seven yuan. I have to drink a jar of red wine, about seventy or eighty yuan. Well, because the cigarette box and goblet are placed in front of me, I thought of it very directly. In other words, if I don’t make 12 or 30 yuan in a chapter of novels, I’m just losing money. The book has been written until now, including the rewards of several hundred yuan for the deputy moderator. Now, I would like to ask someone who would use the word "collect" to say something about me?
Chapter completed!