After careful consideration, An You felt that the current Anyang was too incredible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not that a person who doesn't learn and fights since he was a child, and is considered by many people to be a negative teaching material can't succeed, on the contrary, even if she looked down on An Yang at the beginning, but whenever she heard someone talking about what her brother had done something deviant, she would feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart, and even annoyed, and had the urge to rush over and tear the mouths of those sluts!

After a long time, she slowly became indifferent, and whenever Anyang made trouble, she felt that her face was dull.

But Anyang's time is too short, he has only graduated for a few years.

If an ordinary graduate of Yizhou University could easily achieve such great achievements from scratch, Yizhou University would have been a world-famous university long ago.

An You frowned and thought, a faint worry flashing between his eyebrows.

After getting on the BMW X5, she looked at the decoration in the car, and suddenly asked: "Anyang, what are you doing?" ”

An Yang glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said, "What, do you want to graduate and mess with me?" ”

"Who's going to mess with you!" An You pursed his lips and said coldly, "Look at you, you have been wasting money in various ways since last year, as if you have too much money to spend, and now you know the senior management of the An Group, and you don't drop money in the sky, where did you get so much money?" ”

An Yang replied with a smile: "Why, do you still think it's a crime?" ”

An You said expressionlessly: "That's not for sure." ”

An Yang pursed his lips, he didn't want to tell them about his industry so quickly, even if the An Group was just a little decoration of his power.

But Anyang Group is still too big, he has technology beyond the world, has top elite talents, and used a lot of special means to establish this business empire in such a short period of time, it can be said that the Anyang Group across all major fields has already surpassed any company in the world.

A person who has the ability, has the opportunity, and has mastered the times, may spend half his life to open up a business empire close to this level.

For example, Microsoft, for example, Alibaba, for example, Google.

But their development potential and momentum will never be as good as that of An's across various fields, let alone that An's is still making great progress now!

But if a young man can create this country with his own hands in just two years, it is simply incredible!

However, Anyang has a way to shut up An You.

"Xiaoyou, ask so clearly, do you care about me?"

Sure enough, An You suddenly sneered, but replied in a somewhat strange tone: "Who cares about you!" ”

An Yang shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking.

You're in control.

Xiao Xueer kept looking at them with a smile on her face, and always felt that the way they got along was actually quite interesting.

Anyang found a restaurant that looked good and took them to dinner.

At the dinner table, An You's original form was revealed, and he ate silently at high speed.

Now she has learned the skill of directly ignoring An Yang and Xiao Xue'er's conversation.

After eating, they decided to go shopping and go back.

An You rarely had no objection, it should have been hard to find a job, relieved, and wanted to relax.

Anyang went to park, and when he came back, it didn't get dark, but the temperature was much cooler than in the afternoon.

He didn't feel anything, but for other ordinary people, the whole hot summer was a rare time for a walk at night.

If you think about it, you can see that half of your two goals when you were eager to get in touch with the monastic world have been accomplished.

has not yet achieved immortality, but it can already be warm in winter and cool in summer.

Xiao Xue'er and An You held hands and walked in front, the backs of the two young girls were slender, and the highlands seemed to be just right, projecting two slender and slender shadows in the faint light, and the street became more hazy and beautiful, as if it had turned into a very beautiful picture.

An Yang still followed behind them, just as he did at the beginning, but he was not left out at this time.

Xiao Xue'er turned around and talked to him from time to time, and when she saw interesting things in the shop window on the street, she would share them with him, and when she saw something new, she would ask him, and occasionally she would talk about it if she didn't see anything, and even An You would interject two sentences, and the feeling between the three of them was quite tranquil at this time.

An Yang felt a little that although An You was still so special talking to him now, it was no longer as cold as it was a year ago.

At that time, she didn't want to talk to him!

Anyang touched his nose in embarrassment, not knowing whether he should be happy or feel indifferent.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot of people gathered in front of me, and the faint sound of music came, very light and elegant.

An You paused, and immediately pulled Xiao Xue'er to trot over.

Xiao Xue'er glanced back at An Yang slightly, smiled sweetly, and had been pulled to the edge of the crowd by An You.

Anyang followed the past unhurriedly.

He also played the guitar to bubble Jiang Xinrou in college, although he became a liar girl in Ji Weiwei's mouth, but he did learn music, and now he still has a skill that he is proficient in a primary instrument that he accidentally extracted, so he can naturally hear the guitar accompaniment in it, and the level of the performing singer is not bad.

Beginner instrument mastery, even if it is beginner, it is also proficient!

It was a very clean male voice, which sounded very young, and he sang songs that were easily intoxicating, and there was a faint emotion.

Xiao Xue'er stood on tiptoe and looked inside, and quickly turned around and whispered to An Yang: "Brother Anyang, we are here." ”

An You also tried to tiptoe, but she was not as tall as Xiao Xue'er and couldn't see anything, so she hesitated a little and immediately pulled Xiao Xue'er away and squeezed in through the crack.

Because they are all slender, the onlookers of the street performances are not so crazy, and the sparse crowd gives them a lot of opportunities.

An Yang approached a little and did not go inside.

The people around here don't seem to be very tall, and there aren't many of them, so he can't stand tall and can see the inside clearly when he stands on the periphery.

An ordinary-looking boy was holding a guitar, playing softly with his eyes closed, and he was wearing black-rimmed glasses, which was particularly bookish. Standing next to her was a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a guitar at her feet, wearing white-washed jeans and a cheap t-shirt.

Soon, a song was finished, and many people donated generously.

An Yang noticed that even Xiao Xue'er smiled and took out fifty yuan, and politely put it into the boy's piano case.

The songs sung by the boys in the past obviously did not conform to the aesthetics of most middle-aged and elderly people, so the onlookers were mostly young people, and the call soon became enthusiastic.

"One more song!"

"Handsome guy, one more song, will you sing see-you-again?"

Most of the people who shouted were young girls, and some were even girls in high school, as if they were completely fascinated by this boy with a small temperament and a fresh singing voice, and it seemed that they had to admit that even if they didn't have looks, as long as they had artistic cells, they could actually attract the attention of girls.

The boy smiled shyly and turned to talk to the little girl, as if asking for her opinion.

Soon, he turned around again and continued to pluck the strings.

A soothing piece of music flows out, accompanied by his clean voice, making it easy to relax and enjoy it.

An Yang listened quietly, his eyes scanning the two girls as if he were nothing.

At the end of the song, there was calm applause in the audience, and there was a lot more money in the piano box.

Many of the girls almost shouted for another song, and the young men on the lookers cheered up, eager to hear him sing again.

But this time the boy refused to sing anymore no matter what, only to see him nod his head in thanks, put away the guitar that did not look very good, but took out all the money in the case and handed it to the little girl, and then carried his guitar on his back, politely asked the onlookers to get out of the way, and wandered away into the crowd.

At this time, the people were stunned, looked at the little girl, and the applause began to thunder.

The original little girl picked up her piano and put on a posture of playing and singing, but she was a little overwhelmed when she looked at the noisy crowd.

After a long time, her voice sounded, as clean and clear as a boy, but her singing skills were obviously inferior.

An Yang also felt a little, looking at the back of the boy's disappearance, he suddenly thought of a lot.

In World of Warcraft, Medivan, as a guardian, has obtained a vast amount of knowledge and culture in the Guardian Inheritance Ceremony of Tirisfa, which is the crystallization of the strongest mages of mankind in the past, and the accumulation of generations is terrifying, but when he is called an astral mage to the next level, in order to seek more wisdom and experience the connection between various lives, he still often travels across the world, experiences various lives, and sees various customs.

In Anyang's understanding, the process of traveling to seek wisdom is a spiritual practice.

It's just that this kind of practice is different from the meditation of magic, and unlike the practice of a cultivator, he is not only embodied in strength, but in the mind. This is a process of pursuing the spiritual realm and realizing life, whether it is a mage in Azeroth or a cultivator in the Divine World, they will choose this way.

Looking at it this way, isn't this boy who sang in place of her in order to help the poor little girl also practice?

If this is not an extremely ordinary earth, but a world of cultivation with thousands of avenues, or a mythical world where you can become a Buddha with your own understanding, or a world of immortals who can attain the great avenue with your own path, this young man should be able to count him as a cultivator on this path, right?

After all, his state of mind is very clear, as clean as his singing voice and eyes.

An Yang thought about it, and he seemed to have heard many legends.

Some people have very high musical attainments, and suddenly they are enlightened, and they are ascended to immortals; Some people paint lifelike, can draw dragons out of thin air, or write a real fairyland in the painting, and step into it to become the master of a fairyland; Some people are calm and indifferent, and they have always been kind and charitable, and they will naturally become Buddhas after death.

It's a pity that this is the earth, and this young man can only be a mortal.

I just hope that his state of mind can be maintained forever.

An Yang thought lightly, swept the little girl who was playing and singing, and left silently.

He's not on this path.

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