It was a touch of respect and kindness. Brother shange always thought that they could only perform in the street all their life. He never thought that they could stand on the stage with dignity one day, accept the tide of applause and harvest flowers with love.

When the crowd dispersed, shange and their instruments were gathered on the stage. Wenqiao went over, stretched out his hand, sat on the edge of the stage, shook his legs leisurely and called out shange.

Shange just put the erhu away, heard someone call him, immediately turned around, saw Wenqiao, smile blooming.

The lights of the stage went out, only one remained, and the red curtain was reflected behind him. Wenjo was very happy to see him smile.

"Why did you come?"

Wenqiao smiles: "I heard that there is a very special band in the theater nearby, so I came to have a look. I didn't expect it was you. It was very good playing."

Shange sat down next to her. The theater was empty and the dome light was out. It was quiet.

"Fortunately, I don't know from what channel the owner of this theater got to know us and gave us this place to stay. I am very grateful to her."

Wenqiao smiles: "now the network we media is developed. Maybe someone put your performance video on the Internet. The boss here saw it and appreciated you."

Shange: "I haven't seen the boss until now. I really want to thank her in front of her."

"You can make money for the theater. It's just a win-win situation. After all, businessmen still want to make money."

Shange looked around and sighed: "at the beginning, every day felt like a dream. When I woke up, I went back to the street. At that time, I was most afraid of rainy days. No one would watch our performance on rainy days. Haicheng once had a full month's rain, which really made us sad."

Wenjo shook his leg. "It's all right now."

"Yes, now."

Wenqiao and he chatted a few words, and then said goodbye, a Hai with one arm helped shange to stand up.

Shange looked at the girl's back: "when I donated money to her, I didn't want her to repay me. I didn't think she was wrong. She was a good child with cold outside and hot inside, but I didn't expect her to have such great ability."

"What do you mean?"

Shange bowed his head and laughed, "it's nothing. We can't live up to the kindness of others. We must repay her and the audience with the best performance."

Wenqiao always felt that her injury recovered faster than ordinary people. The last time her wrist was broken, it was said that she had been injured for 100 days. In fact, she almost recovered within a month.

Another example is that she has been stabbed in the waist. The blade is not shallow. It will take months to recover, but it only took her a week to recover.

When I returned to Fu Nanli's apartment, I met Shen Tian pressing the password at the door.

"Aunt, I'm looking for you."

Wenqiao put his hands in his pockets and glanced at him coldly: "what's the matter?"

Shen Tian dragged people into the room: "our school's test results have come out, we need to sign the name of the parents on the report card."

Wenjo: I'm not your parent

"My mother entrusted me to my uncle. My uncle was busy, and my aunt signed the same thing."

The report card was spread on the tea table in front of the sofa. When Wenqiao saw the numbers above, his eyebrows trembled imperceptibly: "is the reform of high school now?"? Isn't the total score 660? "

"It's 660."

Wenqiao's question mark: "so you only got more than 200 in the exam?"

"So let you sign, I was a bit of a waste some time ago."

If Wen Chi had been Wen Chi, she would have been killed by Wenqiao. She closed her eyes, bit her teeth and told herself that although she called her nephew verbally, she had no blood relationship with you, so she could not fight or fight.

Wenqiao instinctively pushed his head. Shen Er Shizu fell on the ground and looked at her innocently: "what are you doing?"

"Why? I want to beat you! "

"Aunt, you can be flexible. My uncle will hit me if he knows."

Wenqiao raised his foot and kicked people: "do you think your uncle is a violent man? He won't hit you for such a thing. "

It's true that he won't. He won't lose his mind unless it comes to wenjo.

Shen Tian went to the side to hide: "please, save a life. It's better to build a seven level butcher."

Wenqiao sitting on the sofa: "help you, but you have to give me a military order certificate, how many points can you get in the final exam?"

Shen Tian looked distressed: "there is less than a month before the final exam, how much do you think I can take?"

"Three hundred points."

Shen Tian's face collapsed: "it's too cruel."

Wenjo took out his mobile phone and said, "I'd better ask your uncle to come back and sign for you."

"No, aunt!"

Shen Tian reached out to grab her mobile phone. His feet slipped. When he was about to pounce on Wenqiao, his fierce desire for survival made him stretch out his hand on the armrest of the sofa.

If he dares to touch his aunt, he will break his leg.Fortunately, rein in time, did not meet his little aunt a hair, is this posture, a little ambiguous.

Click, the sound of closing the door was accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Shen Tian looked back and saw his uncle's face, which was so handsome and so gloomy that his soul was flying, that he was suddenly shaking.