Finally, the song ended slowly.

Hu Li closed her eyes and listened to the ending sound of the guitar slowly stopped.

Try to calm yourself down.

Open your eyes again and smile like a flower.

Gao Xiaofang was immersed in the singing and did not come out for a long time.

Liu Xiaoxia put her hands in a snack bag and forgot to take it out for a long time.

a long time.

The two of them applauded together.

"I sang so well and played the guitar very well. Hu Li and Zhao Peng, you are simply born with a pair of people. I will give you 10 points in this show, and I am very satisfied."

Gao Xiaofang has both appreciation for good programs and good wishes for the singing itself.

She is very happy.

In order to hear such a beautiful sound, I also see a warm and beautiful scene.

Hu Li smiled shyly and said, "I don't sing well, Xiaofang, don't praise me."

"You sing really great." Gao Xiaofang ran to the podium, holding Hu Li's hand, and his eyes were filled with joy: "I heard all the songs combined in the morning, and they were not as good as you sang. Don't worry, your program will be passed steadily."

"Haha, if you don't pass this kind of program, I'll go find Lao Cao." Liu Xiaoxia spoke in a rough voice, like a leaking bellows.

But she has a pretty good personality, just a little boyish.

"Zhao Peng, I didn't expect your guitar to be so good. Why didn't you say it before? Every time our class reports a program, I don't see you taking action."

Gao Xiaofang shifted the topic to Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng put the guitar in the piano box and said with a smile: "I have learned it recently, and I didn't know it before. If I could, how dare I not sign up and bring honor to the team."

"Haha, then you learn so quickly. Yes, you said that your songs don't participate in the rehearsal. I was a little worried at the time, but now I'm not worried. I'm just waiting for you to make a big splash when rehearsals in the class."

Zhao Peng nodded.

"I will definitely work hard and live up to my mission."

Zhao Peng and Hu Li left the classroom and walked on the campus road.

The students also happened to be over at noon and walked out of the school gate in groups.

Many people showed curious eyes when they saw the guitar on Zhao Peng's back.

Hu Li was a little embarrassed, but Zhao Peng was calm and gentle.

After walking out of the school gate, Hu Li barely relaxed and said softly: "Zhao Peng, thank you for your guitar. You played it really well."

"Haha, isn't you surprised again?"

Hu Li did not refute and nodded: "It's a surprise. I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"There are countless more in the future. Don't be satisfied with this little surprise. As long as you keep looking at me, I won't let you down."

"You are so outstanding, I need to watch."

Zhao Peng smiled and heard the slight loss in her words, so he restrained his hippie tone and said softly: "Don't worry, no matter what I do, I will wait for you. I don't want the things in the song to become a reality."

"What do you mean?" Hu Li lowered her head.

"That is to say, I don't like others to hold your long hair, let alone wear other people's wedding dresses."

Hu Li suddenly looked up and stared at Zhao Peng in surprise.

Zhao Peng's eyes were firm and there was no dodge.

"Zhao Peng, do you know what you are talking about?"

Zhao Pengzheng nodded and looked at her beautiful eyes, "I mean, if you are willing to wait for me, I will tie up your long hair in the future and put on the wedding dress I sewn for you with my own hands."

"Zhao Peng..." Hu Li's face turned red and hot. She took a few steps, trying to stay away from Zhao Peng, but just took two steps, she slowed down again.

"So, you have to believe me in the future. Don't worry or have any psychological burden. We are not at that age and our studies are not over yet. No matter how my business is, I hope we can go to college in the future. The road is still long. I will accompany you and you have to work hard."

"Yes." Hu Li nodded slightly.

"Do you have confidence?" Zhao Peng suddenly raised his voice.

"Ah... Why are you so loud? You're going to scare people to death?" Hu Li was startled and kicked him angrily.

"Haha, I just like you're angry, very cute."

"It's cute," Hu Li suddenly rushed up, twisted Zhao Peng's arm with lightning speed, turned around and ran into the crowd.

Zhao Peng grinned in pain, and looked at her back running away, but her heart was as sweet as honey.

...

On Saturday morning, Zhao Peng was about to get up early and pulled the sleepy Zhao Yong to work together.

Taking advantage of the rainy weather on Monday, all the white radish seeds were planted into the ground.

Five or six days later, he wanted to check the germination conditions, and by the way, he saw that some places were not well planted and replenished the seeds.

After all, some tractors cannot plow or sow in some corners, and they need to be manually replanted in the corners.

When there are restaurants in the street, my father still deals with the eggs, and my mother sells tea eggs.

There were only two brothers left in the family.

The two of them came to the wasteland, and Zhao Yong pointed to the ground from afar and said, "Brother, look, it seems that the snow in the ground has not been digested yet."

Zhao Peng was not as good as his younger brother's eyesight, so he didn't pay attention at first and smiled and said, "What nonsense is it? It's June soon, where is the snow coming?"

"Look, the white pieces are shaking, what's not snow?"

Zhao Peng looked in the direction Zhao Yong pointed, and found a large piece of white thing in the ground. He was also puzzled, "Is it that plastic paper from where it floated over?"

"I don't think so, where is there any plastic paper that is so open?"

"Go and go over and take a look!"

Zhao Peng stepped up the speed of the bike and drove Zhao Yong to the ground.

When I looked closely, I couldn't help but the fire rose from my heart.

It's not snow, nor plastic paper.

It's just a bunch of chickens.

There are a total of one or two hundred white chickens,

At this moment, these chickens were scattering in their fields and looking for onions to eat.

"Zhao Yong, go and drive the chickens!"

"What awesome! Look at my meteor flying!!"

Zhao Yong is at the age of 2, and he watches cartoons a bit nervous.

He shook his arm, turned himself into a helicopter with a propeller, and ran away to the flock of chickens.

The chickens were eating happily. When they saw someone coming, they fled wildly, jumped over the low wall beside the ground and ran towards each other.

"Go and go and have a look."

Zhao Peng and Zhao Yong chased the chickens all the way, and after running to the ground west of the low wall, they all jumped into a yard surrounded by wooden fences.

They went over and climbed on the fence and found that there were no people living in the yard, only chickens.

"Brother, what do you think no one will do?"

"Wait, I don't believe that these are pheasants." Zhao Peng and his brother sat down behind the corn stalk pile in the distance, waiting slowly.

They thought the master would come soon.

But after waiting for half an hour, no one came.

This is for me to play hide-and-seek. Zhao Peng sneered and said to Zhao Yong: "Go, take some lumps of soil and throw them into the fence."

"How many are you thrown away, brother?"

"Don't stop if you throw one in a minute."

"So good, obey the order!"

Zhao Yong was very disobedient when he was a child and bullied Zhao Peng's honesty. Now that he has grown up, the relationship between the two has become much more harmonious.

Moreover, a series of things happened at home recently, which made Zhao Yong discover that his brother was not an ordinary person. Otherwise, why would his father be willing to listen to him and give him pocket money.

There is nothing wrong with listening to my brother.

A lump of soil was thrown into the yard, alarming countless hens.

Without looking, you can think that the chickens inside must be flying around and the ground is full of feathers.

Zhao Yong ran back and waited for a minute, but found that no one came to take care of him, so he ran out to throw lumps of soil.

Finally, after losing seven or eight bumps, someone came out of the yard next to him and walked straight to the place where the chickens were raised, and said impatiently: "These chickens are going to die, and they keep calling."
To be continued...