Liang Liang lazily strolled ahead, carrying a hoe, while Xu Mei followed behind him, empty-handed.

Liang Liang felt tired from working and walked around listlessly. He had been working for two and a half hours, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't tired.

He's not a plugged-in robot.

"Hurry up! If you don't hurry, I'll step on your heels!" Xu Mei urged Liang Liang from behind.

"If you don't raise a child by stepping on their heels, they'll grow up to be a butt-splitting stick."

"Hahaha! You still remember this routine?" Xu Mei laughed heartily.

When we were kids, if someone stepped on whose heel, this was a story we'd always bring up.

“When you were little, you always stepped on my heels. One winter, you stepped on my shoes and they fell off, and my heels were frozen.”

Xu Mei curled her lip: "You didn't even bother to pick up your own shoes after you stepped on them, and now you're shivering and blaming others for it."

"Hey, what is this thing? Why are you being unreasonable? You stepped on my shoe and my heel is freezing, and you still think you're right? I'll slap your butt until it's ripped off."

Upon hearing this, Xu Mei took off running, but Liang Liang's voice came from behind her: "Stop! Don't run!"

Xu Mei ran even faster, but after running for several dozen meters, she felt something was wrong. Why did she go silent?

Looking back, she was furious. That guy had already slithered thirty or forty meters along a small path, and after seeing that Xu Mei had noticed him, he slithered even faster.

This time it was Xu Mei's turn to chase Liang Liang, but she couldn't catch him even after chasing him all the way to his doorstep.

Enraged, Xu Mei wanted to turn into a dog and eat someone's flesh.

Although Liang Liang gave the song "Harvest" to the farmers' band, he didn't just leave it at that. He still went over and gave them some guidance when he had time.

The original version of this song, Daoxue's "Bamboo Song," has a flute prelude, which Liang Liang used.

After listening to the ensemble once, Liang Liang felt that the band's accompaniment was missing something. He felt that the band still needed a keyboard and a keyboardist.

The keyboard itself isn't the problem; it's only a little over two thousand yuan. But whether they can find a keyboardist is another matter.

There was a Casio electronic keyboard that had been replaced at the Haiyun Dance Hall. Liang Liang called Mu Shuihua and asked her to hire a car to bring the keyboard and a simple set of audio equipment that had been replaced last year to Yahe.

Mu Shuihua is very efficient; Liang Liang made the call today, and the items were delivered tomorrow.

A Santana taxi delivered a keyboard and what Liang Liang considered a rather simple audio system around 10 a.m.

After Liang Liang paid the fare and sent the taxi away, he started wondering what to do with all these things.

Send it to Gao Xing's house. His house isn't very big, and besides, if this thing keeps rattling around in the house, the family members will inevitably suffer a concussion sooner or later.

Putting it in your own home is also not advisable. Firstly, you haven't finished building your own house, and secondly, you're often not home. It's not appropriate for them to be knocking on your own property.

After thinking it over, I decided to send it to Gao Xing's house, no matter where he was being punished.

Liang Liang drove his Volga to Gao Xing's house and delivered the equipment there, also teaching him how to connect the devices and how to tune the sound.

This audio system also includes a rather low-end mixing console. Although it's low-end, it still has quite a few buttons, so if you don't know how to use it, you'll be completely lost.

But it's not very complicated; you'll get the hang of it after fiddling with it a few times.

I'm so happy this time!

“Many young people in our village idolize you, and quite a few are preparing to dedicate themselves to music.”

That's ridiculous. Playing music isn't as simple as just going to the basketball court to join in the fun. It requires time, wealth, talent, and luck. You could say that none of these are dispensable.

Making music is extremely difficult to succeed in. In rural areas, you can find places known for basketball, football, volleyball, and even long-distance running and swimming, but you will never find a place known for bands within the next ten years.

If you dig into the backgrounds of those who played music in the 80s and 90s, you'll find that many of them were ordinary people.

Besides being a member of a performing arts troupe yourself, or having parents who are members of a performing arts troupe, you also have relatives in a performing arts troupe.

However, there are also people who have no relation to the performing arts troupe whatsoever, but whose families are within the system.

From south to north, almost everyone who played music during that period came from this kind of family background.

In this context, Liang Liang's situation was definitely an accident, much like her having a child out of wedlock.

Against this backdrop, Liangliang doesn't think rural youth have much of a future on this path, unless they encounter a benefactor who helps them; otherwise, it's just wishful thinking.

Liang Liang didn't take Gao Xing's words seriously. After briefly teaching Gao Xing how to use the stereo system, he left Gao Xing's house.

From now on, they'll have to figure it out on their own; Liang Liang doesn't have time to teach them.

On April 10th, the foundation of the house reached the curing period, and the bricklayers gathered at the Liang family's house again to pour concrete for the entire house's frame.

Once the entire frame of the house is cast, building the house becomes simple and quick.

Pouring concrete is a very important task for bricklayers. These bricklayers worked almost all day long to complete the frame of Liangliang's bungalow.

Next, I will need to undergo another two weeks of health maintenance.

However, Liangliang won't be able to stay at home for the next two weeks.

There are only about twenty days left until Su Ennan's concert, so I can at least have one or two rehearsals with Su Ennan. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't make any mistakes when I go on stage.

"Brother Liang! Will you miss me after you leave?"

Liang Liang had just returned from the shop to sleep when Xu Mei slipped in like a cat.

"You brat! It's already 9:30, what are you doing sneaking into a boy's room? Aren't you afraid your old man will break your little legs?"

“My dad knows I came to your room, but he doesn’t care!”

This old man is incredibly careless. Isn't he afraid of kidnapping and selling his daughter?

Or perhaps he tacitly allows his daughter to seduce him.

"Hehe! What if I leave you in this room tonight? Will he care?" Liang Liang asked in a low voice.

"What are we going to do staying here?" Xu Mei asked, her face flushed, clearly agreeing with Liang Liang's idea.

What am I doing? Of course, not doing homework.

Liang Liang sighed: "You're only fifteen this year, and you still have a year before graduating from middle school. Don't think about such nonsense, okay?"

"What if I graduate?"

"Let me be honest with you, I'm not a good person, really! When you didn't know, all I saw was my dazzling wealth and I thought I'd marry no one but you, but one day you'll find out the real me..."

Are you worried I'll yell at you?

"Scolding? That's too lenient; you'll definitely beat me up."

"Huh? What have you been doing?"

"Of course I can't tell you that. Who would tell others their shameful secrets? Alright, alright! Go back to sleep now. Your mom might have ears that are longer than a rabbit's ears."

Why are my mom's ears standing up so long?

Eavesdropping!

Listen to see if your daughter has been taken advantage of.