"Walking alone to the hot street, there are all kinds of ridicule around, and the rumors are like cold freezing rain."

Xu Yijie stood on the stage with an electric guitar in his arms, howling at the top of his throat.

The sound of rough and matte like ghosts crying and wolf howling, rolling around the lakeside and dissipating in all directions.

"What are you singing? It's so ugly!"

"My husband is like a duck!"

"Anyone who yells on the street can sing better than him!"

"Didn't this grandson plagiarize Zhao Chang'an's songs? Why do you have the face to sing here?"

"I didn't understand what he meant, rumors, damn~!"

"What a shameless!"

"What's wrong with the organizer? Why did you invite Xu Yijie to come and ask him to come and kick the restaurant?"

"The organizer is Xia Wenyang. How friendly do you think he can be to Zhao Changan?"

"Mah~, is this bullying the people in our mountain city, so don't report it?"

Thousands of people in the mountain city on the lakeside square were talking with confusion and anger.

A fire-like emotion accumulates and brews in the audience.

Xu Yijie, who has lost all kinds of halos, and has been to the countryside for more than half a year. Although he has not earned money, those who have done weddings and weddings have enough to deal with tobacco and alcohol.

My throat, which has not been maintained for a long time, is like a broken bellows leaking air everywhere.

No wonder Fatniu, the pillar of the grass team, looked down on him. With his real singing skills now, any lead singer can crush him in those grass teams that traveled to villages and villages.

"Ah~uhhhhhhhhh--"

In a high note, Xu Yijie sang so hard that he was suffocating and dying.

“Hahahahaha——”

Thousands of viewers below were ridiculed.

"Get down!" Suddenly, a girl shouted in a sharp voice, "You don't deserve to carry your shoes to Zhao Chang'an!"

Suddenly, a stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves.

"Not to mention carrying shoes or licking the hook, he is not worthy of licking the hook!"

Among the dark audience, another young man shouted at the top of his voice.

"Get down!"

Among the audience, someone yelled.

"Get down!"

"Get down!"

First, a few people yelled, then more people yelled, and finally became a yell of thousands.

Pei Pingjiang, Xia Wenyang, Xia Wuyue, Qiao San, Guo Keke, Zhang Xuelong, Yu Yingming, Song Ming, Qiao Qinqin, Qiu Jinhui, Qiao Jianwei,—

All have changed colors.

"Swoosh~bang!"

At this time, a mineral water bottle with half a bottle of water in the audience flew over a distance of thirty or forty meters and smashed it on the stage.

"Swoosh, swosh~"

Suddenly, more bottles were smashed.

——

The moonlight was bright, and Zhao Changan and Wen Ye sat on the chicken heads of the rooster stone, drinking wine and eating cold dishes.

"At this time, that Xu Yijie should be on the stage, right? Prince, you can really do it!"

Go to Zhao Chang'an and shook his head.

"Only by putting out the conflict between you and the Xia family sharply so that all people in the mountain city can see clearly that Xia Wenyang and his son and Qiao San, the group of ghosts and monsters, dare not play with uncles and aunts. The smelly mice in the gutters that adapt to the dark environment are most afraid of light."

Wen Ye smiled and said, "Actually, I have brought you all your guitars to you. It's just now at the Taohua Lake performance. If you come on stage and have a new song "Existence", it will definitely detonate the whole audience; what a pity!"

"It's a pity."

Zhao Changan was also very sorry when he thought about the wonderful scene that might have happened.

——

Taohua Lake Scenic Area.

After the party, Pei Pingjiang, who was originally arranged to take the stage to shake hands with the singers and talk to the audience, was cancelled.

Pei Pingjiang stopped looking at Xia Wenyang and got in the car and left straight.

Xia Wenyang returned to the luxurious private room and first entered the small bedroom. He sat alone silently for half an hour before walking out expressionlessly.

Xia Wuyue, Qiao San, Guo Keke, Zhang Xuelong, Yu Yingming, Song Ming, Qiao Jianwei, Mo Haier, Zhang Xiubing, a room full of people, as if they were forbidden.

"Wenyang, everyone blames that little bastard Zhao Changan,——"

Qiao Qinqin poured Xia Wenyang a glass of water with concern and cursed Zhao Changan in her mouth.

"You go to the inner room."

“Uh~”

Qiao Qinqin knew her man's temperament and dared not disobey her. She looked at her son and brother worriedly and entered the large bedroom in disappointment.

"The Qiaojiashan brick and tile factory is still short of people, so you two will stay there first."

When Xia Wenyang said 'you two', he didn't expect anyone, but everyone knew who he was talking about.

"Dad, how long will it last?"

Xia Wuyue suddenly felt as painful as Huang Lian and asked with courage.

"Bang!"

Unpredictable, Xia Wenyang slapped Xia Wuyue, who was unable to defend, and fell on the sofa.

"Stay until you two wake up!"

Xia Wuyue lay on the sofa and was beaten by his father in front of a group of subordinates. His hostility in his heart also increased.

It wasn't because he had been raising the backlog for years that he had endured it, and it would have exploded long ago.

"I'll leave the rich man to you, including Xiao Yu, Xiao Song, Xiubing, you can hold shares. At that time, this little bastard invested one million yuan and got back one.5 million yuan; after more than a year of depreciation and friendship, I'll give you 500,000 yuan."

"dad!"

In Xia Wuyue's opinion, this rich man was called on the wind and rain to play with countless careers of fighting gold and playing girls. At this time, he did not care about the pain on his face and the hostility in his heart, and begged for mercy with a pitiful face.

"Either you keep doing it, I will pretend that it doesn't have you as a son, or you can sell the shop and stay in Qiaojiashan for a few years, and you can choose it yourself!"

Xia Wenyang's face was gloomy like the thunder that was about to explode. Xia Wuyue was so scared that he didn't dare to squeak: "Go back to pack up now. I will call the office of the brick factory at two o'clock in the morning. If you didn't answer it, I, Xia Wenyang, would have thought that I, did not have you as my son!"

Mo Haier, Guo Keke and Zhang Xuelong quietly exchanged eyes with each other, and their hearts were filled with ecstasy.

Even Yu Yingming and Song Ming couldn't control the increasingly unrestrained smiles on their faces.

Only Zhang Xiubing's eyes were a little happy and surprised.

——

Taohua Lake Building.

Xu Yijie asked for a bottle of Shancheng Liquid from the hotel front desk, and then entered the house and poured half of it in one breath.

His eyes were red and he sat on the sofa with gasps.

I was hit by a beer bottle that I had hit on my forehead. Although I had applied a cool ointment, I still felt a scorching pain.

Just like his hot face as red as a monkey's butt.

He has no face anymore!

Tonight is the greatest humiliation in his life.

Thousands of people in the audience shouted in unison, "Get down, go down", completely suppressing his singing "Rumors".

Then there is the mineral water pure water bottle, the Sprite Coke bottle, and finally the beer bottle!

"This group of little red guys, rustic buns!"

Xu Yijie cursed in a drunken and hoarse voice.

In the dark, he had a terrifying and sad premonition. His singing career on the big stage will be the last end tonight!

——

The next morning, Zhao Changan drove down the mountain with Wen Ye and Grandma Wen Ye.

Although on the road, Grandma Wen Ye was always full of love looking out of the car window and talking about the familiarity she had been here.

However, Zhao Changan and Wen Ye both felt her nervousness.
Chapter completed!