"It's my home in the beautiful grasslands.
The wind blew the grass all over the ground..." I nearly pissed myself when I heard a mad shriek.
It turned out that it was the head soldier of the Ministry, Cao Liwen, who had started to sing.
I'd heard Fengqing introduce this teacher to me before.
He said that teacher Cao was a well-versed teacher, and that he was easy to help.
No matter what kind of collective activity he had, he was the one who could adjust the atmosphere.
However, he didn't have a chance at all.
After working for more than ten years, he hadn't been promoted.This time, he was probably repeating the same trick to please everyone.As expected, as soon as he took the lead, the rest of the audience were all excited.
A man wearing glasses named Zhanglin volunteered to play a song on his computer.
Everyone, one song for me, one song for me, one song for me.
As soon as you finished singing, I stepped onto the stage.
Some were even accompanied by men and women, singing love songs in pairs.
It was such a joyous experience.There was a rumor circulating in society that the media industry was messy, but it was related to the entertainment industry.
I didn't take it seriously when I heard it before, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I understood that it wasn't just an empty story.
Although it wasn't insane, it was enough to make people speechless.Fengqing patted me on the shoulder and teased, "You didn't expect this, did you?
You won't be surprised if it's too long.""Come and drink!"I lifted the bottle and touched it.
I pursed my lips and explained, "I don't have much alcohol and I like to be impulsive.
It's better if you don't drink...""How can a reporter not drink alcohol?
Besides, you're still a man of the Meng Clan.
You drank seven or eight taels just now, but you can't do it.
How can you live in this state?
I advise you to exercise more."I could understand Fengqing's good intentions, but when she mentioned the Mongolians drinking again and again, I couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
Indeed, I could drink, but there were many Mongolians who didn't touch a drop of alcohol in real life!
How could I take it for granted that all Mongolians could drink so much?
If an outsider who didn't know anything heard what Fengqing said, wouldn't they think that the Mongolians were all big drunkards, soaking themselves in a wine jar all day long?
This was too arbitrary and misleading!.Yes, I could drink it, but there were many Mongolians in real life who didn't drink a drop of alcohol!
How could they possibly think that all Mongolians could drink big wine?
If an outsider who didn't know anything heard this, wouldn't they think that the Mongolians were all drunkards who were soaking in wine jars all day long?
This was too arbitrary and misleading!Fengqing didn't notice the change in my mind, and he continued to ask casually, "Xiaohan, how's your singing?
Why don't you give me a song?""Forget it.
Didn't you see Maiba participate in every single song?
I don't want to compete with him." I'm talking about Maiba, who's surnamed 'demonic man'.
This guy is simply too boring.
His voice isn't much stronger than Cao Liwen's, and he might not be as good as Cao Liwen's.
Cao Liwen must have at least a low male voice.
He's great.
He's like an egged hen, and he's still in a good state of self-opinion.
He's always shouting with his other microphone.
He thinks that he's talented and can sing any song..Fengqing said disdainfully, "Ignore him.
He's just like that." He turned around and berated Maiba loudly, "Birdste!
Aunty bird!
Stop!
You don't have any manners!
Let others sing for a while.
I suggest that we sing a song for Xiaohan.
It's been such a long time, but everyone still doesn't know what kind of hobbies he has."..."It turned out that fellow's real name was Niaojie, nicknamed Aunt bird.
I had only heard of Niao Shanming in Nippon, but his surname was Niaoshan, not Bird.
Looking at Niaojie's appearance, I couldn't help but snicker in my heart -?His nickname is really nice, and his image is very appropriate.
His real name isn't anything special.
Niaojie's speed and agility are completely different from his own.His gray, triangular eyes, his messy hair, and his head were all fleshy.
He should have learned the name of his senior from the East Sea, Niao Shandun.Everyone agreed with Fengqing's suggestion.
Auntie Bird interjected, "Han Chunlin, since you don't drink, there shouldn't be any problems with your singing, right?"I was enraged by his questions and sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes and said rudely, "No problem, give me a song of 'A Promise between Me and Mao'!""There are a lot of high pitches in this song.
It can't be sung without my skills." Auntie Bird didn't know how to pretend to understand.
I didn't respond to him.?I'm really looking down on people.
Why are you pretending to be a grandson?
Let's use our strength to talk.
I'll show you how the song is sung later.
I know that aside from drinking, Mongolians can still do something else.It wasn't hard for me to sing.
When I thought about it, there was a hobby I loved the most when I was studying in province B.
It was music.
Whenever I had nothing to do, I would hold a broken guitar and sing in the dormitory all day long.
Every time there was any performance in the faculty, I would be invited to perform in a grand way.
And every time, it would cause applause and screams from below the stage.With this kind of special ability, many students in the surroundings quickly recognized me, who was shy and a little lonely.Haha, the feeling of being envied by the stars and the moon is really amazing...
I thought about it and couldn't help but smile.
I took the microphone from my colleague's hand and cleared my throat on the sofa.
I stared at the screen on the wall and prepared to sing.I always wanted to see your smiling face.
I always wanted to live in your room...
As soon as I sang the first two lines of 'A Promise between Me and Primordial', everyone's eyes shot toward me with surprise and excitement, followed by applause.
My eyes were filled with warmth, and my expression was even more focused and intoxicated.Ah-Dad was a well-known pop singer from his hometown.
With his excellent genetics, he shamelessly said that my voice was clear and clear without any impurities.
At this moment, with the encouragement of others, the song became even more sonorous."Xiaohan isn't bad at all.
I can't tell that singing isn't bad at all!" Cao Liwen praised.
"It's alright, isn't it..." This was Auntie Bird's sour response.
A female colleague named Tianmi liked to play pranks, and he even skewered two grapes with a toothpick and offered them to me respectfully.
He even pretended to be an international friend and gave me a gentle hug.Someone chimed in, "Tianmi, you're already the second boss, yet you're still taking advantage of the younger generation?!" Tianmi chuckled, but I couldn't hide the embarrassment on my face.
Fortunately, the room was dimly lit, so I didn't notice it.I hurriedly sang the entire agreement.
Cao Liwen raised his wine bottle and shouted, "Come, come, everyone, pay the bill and give me some encouragement!""Xiaohan, you're singing a translated version of the language, right?" Fengqing asked."Yeah, I translated it myself!" I wasn't modest at the moment."It's really good.

It's just that everyone doesn't understand the words and the effects are discounted.
Otherwise, it will be even better.
""I only sing in a muddled way.
It's always been the way it is." I was so excited that only a mummer could sing the bleakness of the plains, and that was the only way to express my feelings.
Maybe it was a little extreme to others.The performance of the reporters continued and the song was accompanied by wild waves of laughter in the big private room.I drank half a bottle of beer and went to the washroom.
I had to empty the alcohol and check if there were any police officers following me along the way.
When I went out, I saw that the door to the bakery was open and there were fake 'Know-Who's Love' coming from inside.
I looked at the screen and saw that it was the old man surnamed Wu singing love songs with Sunyang.He placed his left hand on Sunyang's shoulder, consciously or unconsciously, and his eyes gleamed with intimacy.
Just do whatever you want and don't provoke me.
I went straight to the washroom and washed my face with cold water.
Then, I took out a small comb from my suit pocket and began to serve the boy with his long, elegant hair.The mirror was clearly a tall and handsome young man.
I'm not afraid that you'll laugh at me, but it's a shame that I'm handsome and handsome.If he stayed in a stupid place like a newspaper, would he still have the chance to stand out in the future?
Would he still be able to realize his dream?
Thinking back to how Huhe Hehaote had given up so many good opportunities when he graduated and left school and didn't stay in his well-developed heart, he chose this unfamiliar Huhe Hehaote and even claimed that he relied on his hard work to start his own business.But who could be blamed for this?
It wasn't a momentary decision that Haote had made.
Even if he didn't get along with Qi Huan, he would still take this step forward.I warned myself not to regret my decision.
There was no need to compare Huhe Hehaote to province B.In fact, these two cities were equally important to me.
Hu and Hoat were the head of province N, and they were the home to my soul.
The four years in province B allowed me to gradually see the difference between myself and myself.
Then, I established the correct view of the world.
More importantly, that piece of land also left behind a sad and beautiful love that I had carved into my heart forever.Thinking up to here, a beautiful girl with long fluttering hair appeared in his mind.
She walked over with a sweet and graceful smile.For some reason, in the blink of an eye, the girl burst into tears and begged me not to leave.
Yes, she was Qi Huan!
What a gentle and lovely girl!
When I thought of how pitiful she was crying, my heart ached like a knife.I hadn't contacted her for more than four months.
I wondered how she was doing right now.
Was she happy?
I suddenly had the thought of calling Qihuan."Sir, are you alright?
Do you need any help?" a slightly Mongolian Chinese voice asked.I turned around and saw a tall waiter wearing a tight-fitting uniform.
His hair was slightly yellow, and his eyes were small and his cheekbones were thick and fat.
Judging from his appearance, he should be an eastern Mongolian."I'm fine.
Are you alright?""I thought you weren't feeling well when I saw you in front of the mirror.
""Nothing much, I just drank a little too much.
Do you have a cigarette?""Yes!" The waiter looked around cautiously.
After confirming that there wasn't any suspicious situation, he touched his ass pocket and slowly took out half a box of cigarettes made from Haotian.
I lit one and signaled for him to smoke one too.
The waiter shook his head and said, "We don't allow smoking while we're at work.""I nodded and didn't say anything else.
I continued to look into the mirror."Brother, I think you look familiar.
Have I seen you somewhere before?""Is that so?""Have you been to the Meng courtyard before?
At the beginning of September?""Yeah, how do you know?""Now that I think about it, you must be Yongsheng's cousin.
I'm his classmate.
We're in the same dormitory.
You accompanied him through the formalities when we started school, and you even talked to us in the dormitory.
Yongsheng said that you worked in a newspaper office, and I was envious of you, so I had a deep impression of you."...""Oh, really!" I immediately switched to talking to him in my misspoke.
"What's your name, brother?""My name is Changfu.
I'm working at this club tonight," the young man replied in a muffled tone.
Indeed, it was the accent of the East District's Tong Liao.Through a few words of conversation, I had a rough idea of the child's poor background.
He used his free time to supplement his daily expenses.
What a sensible child, compared to his cousin, he was much stronger."Bro, can you tell me your contact information?
I'll ask you to play when there's nothing else.
Look at your work.
I'm envious!"I felt extremely ashamed.
The industry of reporters seemed to be extremely impressive to outsiders, but in reality, even eating was a problem!
I cursed inwardly, but I still braced myself and told him my phone number.
Zhangfu quickly jotted it down and left happily.
I looked at his silhouette and forced a smile.
Then, I returned to my room.The love songs in the private room stopped singing, replaced with a beautiful song that danced slowly.
I didn't mean to peek, but when I passed by the door, I couldn't help but glance inside.
This time, the scene inside was even scarier.
It was like a dance of demons.
The women that Gu Hailan had called over were all draped in formations, accompanied by the so-called leaders in the small open space of the private room.
They walked on the rhythm under the flickering lights, shaking their heads and turning their butts intoxicatedly.This group of people were really amazing.
They didn't have a dance floor or a DJ.
As long as they had women and alcohol, the singing room could also be changed to a dance hall.
It was too creative.Sometimes, the more people didn't want to face something, the more they would use magic to stimulate your brain.
I merely glanced at it, and my eyes were fixed on the old man from the same hometown.
Chief editor Wu's shrivelled arms were raised above his head, and he waved them around a few times.
In the end, he grabbed Sun Yang's hand and shook it without batting an eyelid.The Soul Summoning Dance of a feudal remnant.
Look at that disgusting look, I'm going to puke to death!My stomach churned as I ran back to Fengqing's side and said, "Teacher Feng, I feel a little uncomfortable.
I want to go back first.""Are you okay?
Why don't I drive you home?""No, it's okay.
I live in a single apartment in our company.
I'll be there in ten minutes or so.""Then you should be careful.
Go back and rest early.
We don't know how much time we've spent here.
""I understand.
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