Change your life: I leave my life to God

Early the next morning, Liao Cong was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. He was not uncomfortable sleeping on a single bed in the east room at night. After regaining consciousness, he hurriedly washed his face, opened the courtyard door and trotted out.

People in the village are very hard-working. It's bright and early. Many people are already riding bicycles and tricycles to the fields. Liao Cong also saw a three-wheeled diesel vehicle with a carriage body. It made a lot of noise when it started. , black smoke billowing, full of horsepower.

Liao Cong ran towards the chicken room. By the time he arrived, his work had already been finished, and his parents were about to lock the door and go home.

"Why did you come here?"

"Help"

"Quite positive."Liao Cong's mother touched her son's short hair, her eyes were bright. Her son looked energetic like this,"Let's go to your aunt's house for dinner later."

In the morning, it was a big pot of food. Watching Liao Cong eat four or five big steamed buns in a row, Liao Cong's father sighed while eating:"A half-grown man is a poor man, at your age!"

"You could eat better than him when you were young! Liao Cong's mother was very protective,"Are you hungry at school?" Er Cong, you’re not going to spend all your money online again, are you?"

Liao Cong said with a guilty conscience:"Our school is under closed management and there is no Internet cafe. Liao Cong's father didn't care:"

If he spends money randomly, can he get back the five hundred yuan?" Just know that you have made progress."

This time is not like before when there was not enough food to eat. People in the village also believe that eating is a blessing. Neighbors have a harmonious relationship. Seeing Liao Cong devouring a large amount of food, a group of uncles and aunts couldn't help but joke a few words. The host's wife The happiest smile, which also shows that the family is warm and hospitable, and that they are not outsiders.

For half a day in the morning, Liao Cong and several younger generations were directed to light fires, boil water, and wash the rented dishes, chopsticks, and dishes. There were dedicated cooks to cook the dishes. While the pot was simmering, the parents sat in small groups on the long red stools, drinking tea and smoking. Some chatted and some played chess. It was very lively and leisurely.

Liao Cong was glad that he was not assigned the task of washing dishes. , these bowls are usually only used for red and white events, and the white porcelain bowls are covered with a layer of dust. He was assigned the task of boiling water. Pot after pot of boiling water was boiled and sent to places where it was needed.

The fire that boiled water The stove stood next to the wall of Liao Cong's house. Liao Huan was cracking melon seeds and leaning against the door to chat with his brother. Dinner started at about eleven o'clock. The steamed buns were bought ready-made, and several large baskets of hot steamed buns were delivered directly from the steamed bun shop. , the aroma of the big pot of food made Liao Cong salivate, and his stomach became round after eating. The food stewed in the big pot is delicious, the cabbage is fragrant, and the meat is large, as thick as a finger. It is very enjoyable to eat, even soaked The fried tofu with juice is so delicious that you can’t stop eating it.

In the afternoon, it became the home of a group of aunties. They set up the table, spread out more than a dozen large chopping boards, chopped stuffing, kneaded noodles, and made dumplings. They chatted loudly and indifferently. The impact was lively and lively.

Liao Cong talked less and watched more. His efforts were not in vain. At least he was able to correspond with the neighbors in the nearby houses. He also recognized the Liao family's surname. We met again. We can recognize that we are a family, and we will talk about it later if we can match up the names and seniority. After eating dumplings in the evening, the host’s family set up a few tables, a few plates of cold dishes and wine, and the guests made fists and drank together, and it was very lively.

A group of Liao Young men of Cong's age are not married and are not qualified to serve. They are crowded in the living room of Liao Xin's house watching movies.

Most of these people have not gone to school. Many of them have stopped going to school after graduating from junior high school and work at home to farm. Or they work odd jobs, and some work directly in nearby factories. Liao Cong’s status as a student, coupled with the fact that he is a soul wearer, is not familiar with anyone, and it feels like he can’t fit in. The movie is playing, and a group of people are drinking in the yard. The half-drunk parents started to play and play again. The noisy atmosphere made the host family very happy, but made the half-grown children complain endlessly. In the movie, the male protagonist rides a motorcycle to carry the heroine. The beautiful scenes and interludes are all popular. The sound of horns and drums disturbed me.

It was a rebellious teenager, and the occasional swear words can really highlight his personality. Several teenagers changed to a new movie and continued watching. In comparison, Liao Cong preferred to stay with his parents. , strolled out and sat on a long bench, cracking melon seeds and looking at his parents who were working hard in the ensemble. The lively scene made Liao Cong very happy, but he still preferred the feeling of being on campus. The embarrassment of not being able to fit in just now made He felt more or less lonely

"Oh, the bond value with Zhou Yushuang is +1."

He peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth. A system prompt sounded in Liao Cong's ears. Zhou Yushuang's smiling face immediately appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. This must be Yushuang. I missed myself a lot.

One song after another, not only Liao’s family joined in the fun, but also nearby neighbors came over. Liao Cong saw his father sitting on the account table, holding a calligraphy pen and writing down the greetings of the villagers. Every time the name and amount are written on a piece of red paper, someone will post it on the wall outside.

"No, I'm smelling bad after drinking alcohol."Liao Xinxi's neighbor's surname is Mao, and his family owns a steelmaking factory. Although the scale is small, it is definitely considered a relatively wealthy family in the neighborhood. Such people like lively occasions the most. They are well-informed and well-spoken. It is natural for them to become the C position. I heard this uncle surnamed Mao shouting:"We brothers should take a break and let my eldest daughter play a song for everyone. She majored in music in college."

Soon, he asked his eight or nine-year-old son to call someone. After a while, a tall and slim girl came over holding a guitar. She had single eyelids, a round face, and was shy. She looked four or five years older than Liao Cong. Years old, standing next to her are her brothers and sisters, who are like guardians on the left and right

"Meizi, play one for your uncles, aunts and ladies, let them listen to pop music too!"Mao Jianying was obviously drunk, and he yelled for his daughter to show off.

The guitar sounded, the tune was soothing, the girl's voice was very steady, and a classic old song [Fruits of Midsummer] had a bit of flavor, but He was almost good at playing the guitar, but this didn't affect Mao Jianying's expression of utter dismay. Not many people in the village had seen this kind of instrument in person. Listening to everyone's comments, he felt comfortable all over and felt that he was incomparable.

Everyone knew his character and started to express their feelings. He made a few compliments out loud, but they were all from the village, and they all praised Meizi's appearance. When it came to guitars and songs, there was only one dry comment:"It sounds good." How could

Mao Jianying appreciate such a broad compliment that was almost meaningless? Seeing Liao Cong sitting aside and watching his daughter's performance leisurely, he rolled his eyes and came over:"Er Cong, you, a future college student, must be knowledgeable. Tell me, how is your sister Mei Zi's playing? Please correct me if you have any shortcomings."

"fine."Liao Cong was very perfunctory. His father and Mao Jianying were playing in the same ensemble, and the relationship between the two families was not bad, not to mention that the two families were so close to each other.

Mao Jianying did not let Liao Cong go. He put his right hand on Liao Cong's shoulder and opened his mouth to drink. He rushed towards Liao Cong angrily:"It's okay, tell me, your sister Mei Zi has only been learning for two months and has never touched a guitar before, but she has learned singing specifically."

Liao Cong refused:"Well, it's really good. This song is called"Fruit of Midsummer" and it suits Sister Meizi's voice very well. It's just that she is young and can't sing the emotional elegance in the song."

"Yo! ?"Mao Jianying suddenly became interested. He usually likes to play musical instruments, such as trumpet, trombone, and erhu. It is because of his love for music that he sent his daughter to learn music.

"Huh, I guess I can talk too much."Sister Mei Zi's younger sister Mao Wenyan is the same age as Liao Cong, but she is in a different primary school class. She has freshly washed wet hair and seems to be embarrassed that Liao Cong said something bad about her sister.

"Liao Cong is not wrong! Mao Jianying commented realistically, then turned to Liao Cong and said,"Er Cong, do you know any musical instrument?" Your dad plays the trumpet very well, haven't you inherited any musical talent?"

"I can play guitar."Liao Cong's words were shocking.

Liao Xin's eyes popped out:"Hey, are you really good at it or are you just talking nonsense?"

"……"Liao Cong smiled and said nothing.

Mao Jianying was also drunk and yelled:"Meizi, give your guitar to Er Cong and let him play a song."

Mao Wenmei, who obeyed his father's orders, carefully handed the guitar to Liao Cong, as if a little afraid that he would damage it. , stayed by his side and watched him warily, and the guardians on the left and right also looked at Liao Cong eagerly.

Liao Cong took the guitar, crossed his legs, and waved the strings casually. The smooth intro immediately made his jaw drop.

Liao Xin screamed:"Yeah, he really knows how to do it!"

Sister Mei Zi's eyes lit up and she stopped the excited Liao Xin:"Stop talking!"

"When youth blows your long hair, let it pull your dreams……"

This is the classic song"Dream Chaser" from the movie"Love Is Love" just now. Just one sentence has the effect of reducing noise. Many eyes gathered, and Liao Cong's voice quickly attracted the attention of the villagers. Even The teenagers who were watching the movie in the room heard the sound and ran out one after another.

Liao Cong skillfully strummed the guitar and sang the lyrics affectionately, and Zhou Yushuang seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Just halfway through the song, Liao Cong was interrupted by the sudden cry of a child. As soon as the guitar sound stopped, everyone looked at the crying child. It was the snot-nosed child on Liao Cong's lap last night.

"You are so awesome! Liao Xin approached Liao Cong and asked,"When did you master this skill?" Learned it at school? Are you teaching music in high school now?"

Liao Cong didn't know how to answer a series of questions. He glanced at Sister Mei Zi next to him and handed the guitar to her.

Sister Mei Zi looked at Liao Cong with admiration:"You play much better than me!"

"Practice makes perfect."

When Mao Jianying saw that Liao Cong had stolen the limelight from her daughter, not only did she not complain, but she said excitedly:"Er Cong, why do you stop? What other songs are there? One more song"

"Ercong, can you rock and roll?"Liao Bin, a junior from Liao Cong's neighbor, asked aloud.

"Little bastard, is that what you call Er Cong too?"Liao Xin grabbed Liao Bin's ear. Although she, Liao Cong and Liao Bin were born in the same year, Liao Bin was younger, so his name was Liao Cong and Liao Xin should be called uncle and aunt.

Sister Meizi did not pick up the guitar, but urged her Said:"Er Cong, you sing another song, I will follow suit."

Liao Xin also said:"I want to hear it too. Liao

Cong shook his head and refused:"You have to sing out of emotion. I don't know what to sing now.""

"Humph, just wait!"Liao Xin dropped her words and ran to Liao Cong's house. After a while, she dragged Liao Huan over.

"Er Cong, can you sing? Liao Huan looked in disbelief,"Sing me a song and listen.""

"Uh...sister, you are here, what do you want to hear?"Liao Cong looked at the triumphant Liao Xin. This woman is so insidious. She actually invited her own violent sister. This is a clear move!

"The best!"Liao Huan sat down on the bench with his legs crossed, and Liao Xin handed over the melon seeds awkwardly.

"Rock, rock!"Liao Bin squeezed in the front of the crowd and shouted. Under his influence, the shouts gradually became more uniform. They were all shouted by young men.

"You have to stand up and sing rock music!"Liao Xin pushed Liao Cong to stand up.

What else can you do? Let's sing!

"I walked by you alone and had nothing to say to you.

I didn’t dare to look up at you, oh......face……"

This song"Girl in the Flower House" was very popular, and Liao Bin and the others sang along very well. Liao Cong looked at the little brothers who were still somewhat estranged before, pretending to be heartbreaking and affectionate. Liao Xin and Mao Wenyan They were chasing Liao Bin and the others, and they were dissatisfied with their tone-deafness and shamelessly sang so loudly. The boy's playfulness could be heard far away from the dark night.

Liao Cong suddenly smiled, and it seemed that he had slowly integrated into it.

My previous guitar lessons were not in vain.