Chapter 96

“bang！”

Blond JK kicked open the door of the headmaster's office. He was so frightened that the headmaster who was enjoying his new antique trembled, and the handle of the magnifying glass was directly inserted into his nostril.

"Oh, my grandmother, you're going to scare someone to death!" the headmaster quickly pulled out the magnifying glass and covered his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense!" blond JK didn't bother to care about this and said directly, "I want to buy a song now. You have culture. Think of a theme for me quickly."

"Ah? When did you like listening to songs?" the headmaster's mind suddenly didn't turn around. "Didn't my father become a senior official instead of a singer because of your opposition?"

Although he is the headmaster now and she is in senior three, she is actually the adoptive mother of the headmaster's father. Calling her grandma is not fear, but real generation, that's it.

"Let you think, who let you ask questions!" blond JK slapped on the table, shaking everything on the table by a centimeter. The headmaster hurriedly protected his antiques and was in a cold sweat.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, don't you just want to think about the theme?" the headmaster sweated out behind him, and his brain turned rapidly. Suddenly, he saw the antique in his hand, "grandma, what do you think of this?"

"Hmm?" blond JK looked at the antiques in his hand and wondered, "why do you show me an urn? Are you mocking me for living too long?"

"No, no, no, where can it be?" the headmaster's desire for survival broke out and shook his head. "I mean, the theme of the song can be set as blue and white porcelain. Isn't this cultural relic that condenses the essence of the ancient culture of the flower country worth a song?"

"Isn't it just a porcelain?" blonde JK wondered. "This kind of thing used to be used to hold dog rice. I don't know what you want."

Emerge in an endless stream of Qing Dynasty, it was the last bubble period of blue and white porcelain industry, and all kinds of treasures and counterfeits were uneven in quality. Her greatest memory of blue and white porcelain is probably that she was chased three blocks by a vicious dog for a bowl of dog food.

That time, if she had not met the leader, she might have been bitten to death by a dog.

"But since you say so, it's settled." blonde JK immediately took out his mobile phone.

……

Simon Qing was looking at the dialect version of cat and mouse when he suddenly heard the wechat prompt.

When she opened it, she was stunned: "hmm? Blue and white porcelain? Shit!"

For a moment, she almost thought that the other party knew that she had crossed over and might be setting him up. However, after calming down, she immediately ruled out this possibility. After all, she has published so many songs. It should be confirmed long ago. There is no need to do such a thing.

"But... Blue and white porcelain." as a post-90s generation, Mr. Zhou must be an indelible part of his childhood. From nunchaku to Dongfeng break, from snow to unspeakable secrets, to nocturnes, thousands of miles away, advertising balloons... There are too many classics to count.

She can sing all these songs without even the memory assistance of the heavenly girl.

Before that, she had been trying to avoid using Dong Zhou's songs. After all, normal people who would come up would lose Wang fried.

But since it's such a coincidence this time, she doesn't have to hide.

So she replied, "OK, blue and white porcelain, I'll give you a sample a week."

Put down her cell phone and she found xiaogua immediately.

She is typing the code at this time, and XiMenqing can't understand it. According to her, she plans to develop an app. Although the child is similar to his peers elsewhere, he can really make most programmers ashamed on the computer.

"Do you want to record songs again?" Xiaoguai is used to it. Ximen Qing's songs are very good. It's also a pleasure to record songs for her every time. Although she doesn't like some, for example, the song "serious snow", she can't understand the love in it.

"HMM." Simon nodded.

Xiaoguai has quickly set up the software, and then give way to Ximen Qing.

Ximen Qing cleared his throat, and then after brewing for a while, he began to sing: "plain embryo outlines the blue and white pen edge from thick to light..."

"Hmm?" Xiaoguai found that Ximen's feeling this time seemed a little different from usual. It's not just that the music style has changed again, but that she sings more deeply. From her song, you can even see a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the swaying plantains.

Unconsciously, she has finished singing a song. This time, although I still didn't understand the lyrics, I felt I understood the general meaning. There is reluctance, missing and love... All feelings are integrated into the song, which makes people seem to be echoing in their ears after listening.

Ximen Qing looked at Xiaoguai and asked her with a smile, "do you like it?"

The latter nodded: "it sounds good."

"It's good to hear. I'll have to ask your friend to make up a song for me," Ximen Qing said. "But it's not good to always let others work for nothing. Why don't we give someone a red envelope? What do you think of 10000?"

Little darling said, "it's all right. She will ask me for help. She doesn't owe her."

Simon Qing said, "then even if I owe you, when the song comes out, I'll take you to barbecue."

"Barbecue!" little darling's eyes lit up and nodded happily, "Hmm!"

In this way, XiMenqing gave the follow-up of the song to Xiaoguai, and he continued to go to salted fish. The blood should be saved these days.

Although the kindergarten teacher's work can ensure her daily blood needs at the beginning, her appetite seems to be growing recently, so that hunger will attack from time to time. If she doesn't find a way to make money, she will be more sad now.

XiMenqing guessed that this might be related to her becoming more and more proficient in controlling the body. The power of the eight evils is powerful, but it does not belong to him. He is just an outsider. It will not be achieved overnight to fully grasp this power.

But sooner or later, with the passage of time, the soul of "he" becomes closer and closer to the body, and the corresponding strength becomes stronger and stronger.

The seal of the charterer is constantly broken, and the increasing demand for blood is the most direct embodiment.

Maybe one day, Ximen Qing will become the real eight murderers.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help showing a sad color.

This scene happened to be seen by Qin Yuyao passing by: "sister Ximen? What's the matter with you?"

"Ah?" Simon suddenly realized, "what's the matter?"

"I just looked at you as if you were very sad." Qin Yuyao asked with some worry, "what happened?"

"No," Simon Qing shook his head decisively, "just remembered some past events. I'm fine."