Recast youth

Chapter 1484 Fans
Kong Zhong was a little embarrassed.

Just like this, he and Kong Jingke were in a stalemate, and no one paid any attention to the other. Fortunately, little Pianhong was good enough and didn't cry. He kept blinking and looking at this unfamiliar environment with his dark and bright eyes.

At this moment, Kong Jingke suddenly stood up.

"Can the DVD still work at home?"

"can have."

Kong Zhong asked: "What do you want to do?"

"See a movie."

Kong Jingke said something, then took an umbrella, went out and ran out. She remembered that in the alley not far from the door of her house, there was always a man on a tricycle selling pirated CDs.

I don’t know if he is still here on this rainy day.

Drizzle.

Kong Jingke searched for a while based on his memory, and then finally saw the vendor closing his stall at the entrance of the alley just before exiting the alley. He ran over happily, looked at the CDs on the stall, combed his hanging hair, and asked : "Hello boss, do you have the CD of Westward Journey?"

The vendor was a young man in his 20s. On a rainy day, when he was about to close his stall, a pleasant voice of inquiry rang in his ears. The moment he raised his head, he was startled, as if he did not expect that the woman who spoke had a long hair. So beautiful.

It's nice to see that one doesn't have a trace of blasphemy.

Then he looked at Kong Jingke in surprise and asked, "Are you Kong Jingke?"

"Great, great."

The vendor couldn't restrain himself and stammered: "I'm your fan. I really didn't expect to meet you here. Can you sign an autograph for me? By the way, Westward Journey, I'll find it for you."

As he said that, the hawker quickly searched in his tricycle. Soon, he found "Westward Journey: Moonlight Treasure Box" and "Westward Journey: The Marriage of the Monkey King". He took the CD and said, "Can you please give it to me?" Can I sign it? I'm really your fan. I can sing songs like "Someone Like Me" and "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky"..."

As he said that, the vendor realized that the Westward Journey CD was for Kong Jingke, so he took out a tape from the tape recorder in the No. [-] bus. It was the tape of Kong Jingke's published album, and it was genuine.

But there is no pen.

The vendor glanced around anxiously, then told Kong Jingke to wait for him while he went to buy a pen, and then hurriedly braved the drizzle and ran to a store diagonally opposite not far away.

Kong Jingke looked at the hawker in astonishment. From beginning to end, she didn't have time to speak. The hawker was talking to himself, and then he hurried to the store to buy pens.

Then Kong Jingke held an umbrella and stood there with a smile waiting.

The vendor bought pens very quickly. He ran back less than a minute after entering the store, wiped the rain off his face, and excitedly handed the pen and album tape to Kong Jingke.

He also said: "I didn't expect to meet you here today. I am so lucky."

"I'm quite lucky too."

Kong Jingke smiled and wrote his name on the album tape. The font was very beautiful. Are you lucky?She does feel very lucky to be able to meet her fans at home when she returns to China.

Kong Jingke returned the pen and tape to the vendor, and then asked: "Do you know who wrote my song?"

"do not know."

The vendor happily took the album tape and put it in the cover. He thought to himself that there is no need to store this tape. He can go back and show it off to his friends. Then he asked in surprise: "Didn't you write all your lyrics and music? "

"No, it was written to me by a very important person of mine."

Kong Jingke said softly, then picked up the two CDs "Westward Journey: Moonlight Treasure Box" and "Westward Journey: The Marriage of the Great Sage" and asked, "How much is it?"

Although Kong Jingke said that her songs were not written by her, it did not affect the hawker's status in the eyes of the seller. No matter how good the song is written, what's the use of not being able to sing it well?Sing, sing, you still have to sing well.

The hawker felt that the song "Someone Like Me" had reached his heart. Why did the rich second generation in Yanjing live in mansions and drive sports cars, while outstanding people like him had to brave the drizzle and push three-wheelers? Taking turns selling pirated CDs here?

Hearing that Kong Jingke was about to give money, he came to his senses, waved his hands hurriedly and said: "No, no, no, no money."

"The money still has to be given, otherwise I won't want it."

Kong Jingke was unwilling to take advantage of this, so she took out her wallet, and then suddenly remembered that she used Swiss francs in Zurich, so she took out a 100-franc note, handed it to the vendor, and asked tentatively: "I just returned to China. If you don’t have RMB, can I give you 100 francs? 1 franc can be exchanged for about 6 yuan.”

"No, no, it's too much."

Where can the hawker be willing to ask for it?

"Take it." Kong Jingke smiled and handed it to the vendor.

The hawker looked at the Swiss francs with the foreigner's face on it and wanted it in his heart, so he thanked him repeatedly, then took 100 Swiss francs and said to Kong Jingke embarrassedly: "Can you also sign your name on this money for me?" ?I’ll keep it too.”

Kong Jingke then wrote his name on the money.

When the hawker saw that the name was written, he was so happy that he thanked Kong Jingke again and again. Then after Kong Jingke left, he picked up his PHS phone, and soon the call was connected. He said ostentatiously: "Hey, buddy, guess what I just met. Who? I met Kong Jingke. Let me tell you, she is really a goddess. She is so beautiful that Fan Bingbing and the others can’t compare to her. Really, why did I lie to you? She even signed an autograph for me, by the way. , and she gave me 100 francs..."

……

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After Kong Jingke came back, he first went to the lobby to take a look and saw Kong Zhong taking little Pianhong. Little Pianhong didn't cry, so he returned to his room, then opened the DVD and put the disc in.

No fast forward.

Kong Jingke hugged his knees and looked up.

……

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G3 high speed.

Close to Cangzhou, Hebei.

Ye Feng, who was on the highway at this time, did not know that Ke Meng did not come back from Zurich alone, nor did he know that Kong Jingke had not only come back, but also brought his daughter with him.

For Kong Jingke.

Ye Feng's more idea is not to bother. The relationship between men and women is like this. It doesn't mean that they don't love each other anymore. It just means that once they miss it, they really miss it and can never get it back.

……

2 points in the early hours.

Ye Feng finally returned to Dongzhou. At this time, Ye Feng was driving the car. Two years ago, Ye Feng gave Pan Kun a house and let him live with his wife.

The Chinese New Year is now less than 10 days away.

Ye Feng plans to give Pan Kun a break now and let him reunite with his family.

After returning home.

The lights in the computer room on the second floor were still on, and the sound of typing on the keyboard was crackling.

Ye Feng walked up lightly, and sure enough, Ye Qing was not asleep yet, sitting in front of the computer playing the Audition game. Then Ye Feng walked over and unplugged Ye Qing's computer.

"Uh-huh?"

Ye Qing was staring at the computer and pressing the direction keys to dance. Then the computer screen suddenly went black. She was stunned. Then she found that the room light was still on, and then she realized that the computer was turned off.

She turned around and saw who was standing next to her if it wasn't her brother?On the ground nearby, a power cord was thrown into the corner.

"I'm dizzy. I'm competing with someone. Why did you unplug the power?"

Ye Qing was extremely depressed.

"What time is it? Are you still playing on the computer?"

Ye Feng said tiredly, and then seeing that Ye Qing still had the momentum to not give up, he said: "Go to bed early, I will take you to a place tomorrow."

"Huh? Where to go?"

Ye Qing's attention was suddenly diverted and she quickly followed Ye Feng.

"I'll tell you tomorrow."

Ye Feng, who had been sitting in the car for more than ten hours, said tiredly.

(End of this chapter)