On the spacious Second Ring Road, Jiang Yichen slowly recalled the learning courses in the driving school. Soon, the operation movements that seemed stiff at the beginning gradually became smoother. Automatic driving is actually very simple. It is necessary to change to the previous manual transmission car. Novices can get on the road alone and have to adapt for a while.

With a good driving skill, his mood became more and more pleasant, after all, this was a brand new experience.

The feeling of driving on land is completely different from driving a speedboat in the sea, and the reference objects are different. For example, the same speed is fifty kilometers per hour, which is very slow for a car, but if it is placed on a speedboat, it will almost be a flying speed.

However, there are many rules for driving a car, various traffic rules restrict and restrict the road conditions, and there is no such unrestrained pleasure as the sea surface. This is also helpless.

Qingqing reached out to open the CD, and suddenly, light music floated out, flowing everywhere in the car, and the surround sound of the eight-horn surround sound was also excellent.

After listening for a while, Qingqing tried to change into the USB flash drive, and suddenly, a strange female voice came out:

"Gold...Call...Riggri's...Riggri's...Ahhaha...Ahhaha..."

Hearing Jiang Yichen's hair suddenly stood up and he had goose bumps.

"What kind of song is this?"

"I don't know this. The most popular "Golden Cudgel" now talks about Monkey King Sun Wukong, it's fun. Hehe." Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled.

"Is this the Monkey King? I'm looking at it, why do I change it like a lunatic? Change it." Jiang Yichen couldn't stand the ears and hurriedly urged.

"It's so old-fashioned." Qingqing muttered, reluctantly pressing the button to jump.

"What's this?" Jiang Yichen listened to the lyrics of Fahai and Fahai, which seemed to be related to the Legend of White Snake. But the tune was still unpleasant.

"This song is called "Fahai, You Don't Understand Love". It tells the story of Bai Snake accusing Monk Fahai of not allowing her to be with her husband Xu Xian, which is very desolate." Qingqing patiently literate the old-fashioned.

"What a mess. If Snake White really has this kind of virtue, I firmly support Comrade Fahai's just actions. Suppress her under the Leifeng Pagoda and will never turn over. It's closed." Jiang Yichen ordered impatiently.

Qingqing had no choice but to do so, take out the U disk and put it in.

Jiang Yichen felt it was necessary to correct the little girl's musical aesthetics, so he criticized the contemporary pop music industry.

Most of the popular songs today are unpleasant, far worse than the old songs from the 1980s and 1990s. The songs have no sense of melody, the lyrics are vulgar and not rhyme. What kind of people are the so-called composers? The titles and education are higher than the other. This professor and the famous musician praise each other and carry a sedan chair. The songs they make are similar to the noise. It is more difficult to find a nicer one than to make gold in the sand.

In addition, the singer is not very good, his singing skills are not good, and he has no intention of training. He just keeps holding on to funny and play alternatives and makes a name for expressing his personality.

The reason why they can't make good songs is probably because their living conditions are too good, and they eat and drink so much that they are full of energy. The fat blocks the brain nerves, causing poor thinking and lack of emotions. In theory, they should be sent to the bottom of society to live a hard life. Experience life, such as setting up a stall in underground passages, playing musical instruments, singing and begging.

"That's too much. When beggars are hungry and cold, how can they still have the heart to make music?" Qingqing obviously found it incredible.

"Why can't it be? There are great musicians among beggars. For example, A Bing was a purely illiterate person in the Republic of China period and had no diploma or title. When he was young, he unfortunately suffered from eye disease and had no money to treat him. He was blind. He leaned on the street to play the Erhu and beg for life. His life was so miserable. But he had a sense of life and his mind became enlightened. Later, he made the folk music classic "Erquan Yingyue", which was spread at home and abroad, and has been passed down for a long time. To this day, he has been a group of senior professors who cannot make any good music in the music academy. Doctoral supervisors are regarded as treasures as fixed teaching content and research topics for making money for students." Jiang Yichen explained verbally.

Qingqing heard Jiang Yichen's words. Surprisingly, the senior professor and doctoral supervisor went to study the musical works of blind beggars. This time, she couldn't turn her mind. So she frowned her curved eyebrows and thought for a while. She still couldn't figure it out, and she could never connect the classic music with the dirty beggars on the street.

"Okay, this thing is too deep, and we will slowly understand it in the future. We will go back to our hometown in a few days. We also have cars now. You should consider what New Year's goods to prepare to bring them back." Jiang Yichen reminded.

"Okay, I want to buy a coat for my parents. Well, I also have to take all the things I sent in the store back." Qingqing turned her mind and began to discuss the New Year's Day.

"By the way, there is another thing that my dad said, I will invite my aunt this year. My uncles are all coming to the city for the New Year, and everyone will be lively together." Jiang Yichen continued.

"Oh, that's great. My parents haven't entered the city for several years." Qingqing was very happy to hear the news.

This time we can celebrate the New Year in Puheng County. There are temple fairs and lion dance parades in the county, which is much more fun than in the countryside.

Jiang Yichen explained the specific itinerary. At that time, the four of them would go together. After arriving in Puheng County, they would go home to rest for one night, then drive to the countryside to Mopanzi Village, send Xizi and the others to the station, and then pick up his aunt and uncle into the car and return to the county town.

"Brother Chenzi, you don't have to go to the village. Just let me drive over to pick up my parents." Qingqing hurriedly volunteered.

A girl drove back to the village in a car, thinking about how majestic it was. This is probably the first time in Mopanzi Village. The villagers were surprised.

"Can you do it? The road over there is not easy to walk. If the tire is broken halfway, you won't change it." Jiang Yichen questioned.

"There are Xizi and Shi Suoer in the car, so let them help. If the car accidentally gets trapped in a pit, they will push it. Anyway, they can't take the car in vain." Qingqing still insisted, not wanting to miss this opportunity to make a big splash.

"Then, you have to practice well these days and be familiar with the car condition." Jiang Yichen also understood the little girl's thoughts, so he slowed down the car and found a place to stop on the side of the road. Then the two of them exchanged positions, and Qingqing was the driver.

Qingqing took a deep breath and got on the battlefield nervously and excitedly. After all, the actual driving on the road is very different from the school's training grounds.

Jiang Yichen took care of her and corrected her irregular movements.

Facts have proved that although Qingqing is not very good at female celebrities, literary and aesthetics, she learns driving skills very quickly and has a good sense of driving. When she was in the driving school, she was praised several times by coaches, which made other female students in the same group who were often scolded envious and jealous.

After a while, Qingqing began to feel comfortable. The 300,000-yuan car was sensitive and lightweight to operate, and it was far from comparable to the old cars in the driving school.

Seeing that she was driving pretty well, Jiang Yichen stopped giving advice and put the backrest of the passenger seat back behind her, half lying down, and put her hands crossed on her chest, which was really comfortable.

While excited, Qingqing's courage also became bigger. Not only did she speed up, she also continued to add lines in the traffic flow, overtaking and going around.

The driver who was overtaken was irritated and honked her horn to protest, which made her giggle and her face turned red.

"Slow down, slow down. If you don't let you drive like this, you will not be able to drive." Jiang Yichen quickly sat up and warned. With this inattention, Brother Qing'er's wildness broke out again.

"Okay, okay, I can't practice overtaking skills." Qingqing pouted, but still stabilized the driving route.

Unexpectedly, I had just driven steadily for a while. Woooo, a motorcycle suddenly flew past the side of the road, and it was fast. It almost swept across the left side of Tiguan, and went to the front.

Qingqing was so scared that she was too scared.

After seeing clearly, it turned out that there was a high-power unmarked motorcycle in front of it. There was also a slim young woman wearing a helmet and a small leather jacket sitting on the back seat of the car. She held the driver's shoulder with one hand and raised the other hand high, screaming loudly, and her index finger and middle finger also made a "v" shape that symbolized victory.

Qingqing suddenly became furious and shouted angrily along the half-opening of the car window:

"I don't want to die?! The little girl."

At the same time, he honked the horn a few times and stepped on the accelerator, trying to catch up and teach the guy in front of him a lesson.

"Stop it. This is a new car, and we still have to get it done." Jiang Yichen saw that the little girl was angry, so he quickly stopped her.

"I hate it. I almost wiped it on just now. If I had turned on the steering wheel, they would have to fly out. No wonder people often say that if you want to die quickly, just buy a kick." Qingqing accused angrily, reluctantly slowing down the car. That moment just now really shocked her, and she was scared when she thought about it. Fine sweat beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead, and then took out a tissue to wipe it.

"Okay, don't bother with the racing party. They are all little boys who are full and have nothing to do, and their brains are empty. The little girl is looking for excitement. I heard that there are more than ten people who sacrifice their ideals every year in Linjiang, and there are more people who have broken legs. Let them go. Breathe calmer and don't drive a fighting car. It is not good for the body to be too strong in liver fire." Jiang Yichen looked at the back of the arrogant motorcycle that was getting farther and farther away, shook his head and persuaded him.

For some reason, once this person gets in the car, his temper becomes bigger and he becomes more angry when he encounters something. It is said that this is a common problem, both men and women are the same. He must be enlightened.

"Well, I know." Qingqing took a deep breath and stabilized her emotions.

Next, the two of them caught the wind on the ring road for an afternoon, and they drove back to the Dingxiangyuan Main Store and parked in the backyard. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!