Chapter 88 B-4

Shen Jie really likes to call her "little girl". He didn't allow her to call him uncle, but he stubbornly called her "little girl"-some kind, some joking, some unspeakable feelings.To her ears, it was as if she was calling for a kitten or a puppy, which was a bit petty. It's not that she doesn't miss Shen Jie like this. But Liang Weisong also began to rush to urge at this time: Xiao Sang, if you want to come to Beijing, you must hurry up, you will graduate in more than half a year, you can't be so in a hurry! Just looking at the text messages he sent her, everyone would think that this is a process of Bole looking after a horse - how much respect, how much love, no matter how you look at it, it is the guidance of the elders to outstanding young people.

Probably only Sang Li knew about Liang Weisong's vague thoughts. Vaguely—it was because she was not sure whether her judgment was right or not. After all, Liang Weisong was probably a god in the mind of a student majoring in vocal music. But fortunately, Shen Jie has never been a procrastination person, after only a few weeks, he told her: You go to Beijing. It was Valentine's Day that day, and he took her out for dinner. The atmosphere in the western restaurant was very good. He suddenly said something that shocked Sang Li. When the answer was revealed, Sang Li even suspected that he was hallucinating because it was too unexpected.

She hesitated and asked, "What did you just say?" Shen Jie took a sip from the glass, looked at her and said, "Go to Beijing." His tone was calm and calm, without resentment or joking, Sang Li was a little unexpected. "What about you? Aren't you going back to Shanghai?" Sang Li asked in a daze. Shen Jie smiled: "Fortunately, you still remember where I'm going." He pushed a beautifully packaged small box in front of her and said with a slight smile: "Fortunately, there are many flights between Beijing and Shanghai. If I have free time, I will visit you. In fact, this is also good. Once I return to the headquarters, I must be very busy and have no time to take care of you."

Reach out and tap the box: "This is a Valentine's Day gift for you." Sang Li couldn't help laughing brightly.While laughing, she happily unwrapped the ribbon on the box, then carefully opened the wooden box, and saw a small and round teapot lying in the box! Looking at her puzzled eyes, Shen Jie patiently told her the allusion of "Mansheng Eighteen", the inscription on the bottom of the "Round Pearl Pot", and his hidden worries and implicit instructions... and Sang Li had been looking at Shen Jie thoughtfully, and for the first time felt that Shen Jie was not just a transaction partner or an uncle to him.

In this way, with the acquiescence of Shen Jie and the full support of Liang Weisong, Sang Li became the only undergraduate graduate of the music department who signed up to a well-known art group in the capital that year.Liang Weisong did not break his promise. As a famous singer and also the leader of the cultural and art department, his administrative position allowed him to give Sang Li an excellent cultivation just by saying a few words. So, in September of that year, newcomer Sang Li got the opportunity to participate in a large-scale opera performance and play a small role; in January of the next year, during the Spring Festival tour season, her fresh and beautiful image won her the second female lead in the tour Opportunity for the B corner; in March, the TV station launched a new column program introducing vocal newcomers, she is young and beautiful, and became popular after the first episode; in July, on the first anniversary of her graduation, a series of activities to celebrate "July 1" She even got a chance to sing a solo, and she performed quite well...

At this time, Sang Li can be described as "happy in the spring breeze" in four words - facing the CCTV camera, her smile spread to thousands of households through satellite TV. However, few people know how many things happened in the middle. After Sang Li arrived in Beijing, Liang Weisong's tentacles finally fully spread out. He invites Sangli to drink tea, invites Sangli to clubs, takes Sangli to a concert, and occasionally teaches her to sing in the house that Shen Jie rented for her.He doesn't care about the extra masculinity in this room. Anyway, he thinks he has seen a lot of girls like Sang Li, and he never intends to last forever. If he plays day by day, then who will she belong to in the end? care.

He just cared about how to get her quickly. Because he could see that Sang Li was not stupid, and he was also full of guard against him. Perhaps, this kind of vigilance is also a kind of trade-off, as if weighing whether the effort is worth it.He thought the girl's thoughtfulness was ridiculous, so he took every opportunity of contact with her to brainwash her, which was also a reassurance for her. For example, when he was teaching her to sing, he would ask her nonchalantly, "Hasn't Shen Jie been here recently? You seem to be very free." Sang Li couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he just replied lightly: "He is also very busy."

Liang Weisong smiled: "That's not how chasing girls is, so he won't be afraid of you being chased away by others?" Looking at his kind eyes like an elder, Sang Li was even a little confused: what does he mean? Liang Weisong looked at Sang Li, pressed the keys of the piano beside him a few times and said, "After all, she is a girl, and she must have a home. If Shen Jie really made up her mind, you should also urge him, and you should see her parents, right?" .” Sang Li's face darkened, hating Liang Weisong in his heart for bringing up a topic that both he and Shen Jie had carefully avoided, so he darkened his face and did not speak.

Liang Weisong took a look at Sang Li, and gradually got an idea, so he invited: "I'm going to perform in Dalian next week, do you want to go?" Sang Li's eyes lit up: "Is it possible? What about our regiment?" Liang Weisong smiled lightly: "It's not difficult, I just say hello to them." Sang Li suppressed the faint uneasiness in his heart and forced himself to be happy only for such an opportunity.