9. Theatre
Team
Singing
At the beginning of the eighth year, there was a show team from Haut Ling Village.
This is an event in Upper Ridge Village.
This village, with a thousand years of history, came to play movies in the 1970s and 1980s. Whenever the movie team arrives, the village is like a festival. And it’s the first time in the world that I’ve ever been to a movie in Upper Ridge.
From the long van, nine people came down: Director Wu Tong, photographer She Woo, artist east, planning Lee Cho, producer of the film, Bluewood Village, theatre director Weinu, producer Zhou Wenting, female lead performer of the glucose, producer and author of the play.
They are like eggs made from an eunuch, one by one in the eyes of those who found them, and are quickly surrounded by many villagers.
The situation in the village is no less dramatic than last year’s change of son-in-law of the Blues and Rows.
The team that caused the earthquake was also connected to the Blues.
The movie is a family investment. It’s basically a story about the Blues.
The prodigy, the writer, returned to his village, where he had been raised for thirty-three years, with a bunch of grumpy followers, like a panda out there, leading his protégés and grandchildren back to the forest, where they had been born for many years. He went into his house and met his foster father and mother, and surely he also saw his own blue.
Blue Beiwan and Luo Liang were the second meetings. Last time it was the Blues. At that time, the two men did not communicate much, but held hands and greeted them politely or politely, as if the winning and winning sides of the race had congratulated and comforted each other. There is no doubt that Blue Bing was the one who failed. It was hard for him to feel. Thirty-three years of being a rich boy, suddenly turned into a poor child. And the King who is the All-powerful is vanquished and denominate, and the heart of despair and desolation is well known. He was particularly disgusted by the consolation of the winner’s high toes and false feelings.
I’ll see you again this time, and Blue Brewan still feels particularly disgusting. Disgusting for a variety of reasons, like not having a breath.
First of all, Luo-Ling brought Blue Bing’s ex-girlfriend Zhou Wen-ting, who was undoubtedly the current girlfriend of Luo-Lang. With his current girlfriend, she stood up and knew that she was a concubine. They are still living in peace and close to each other like their sisters, who have long been loved. And the lanterns enjoy this strange and harmonious relationship of man and woman, like a pompous, pompous doc. Actually.
Second, the radiant light actually invests in the film and the script itself. This is so fucking ignorant, shameless and fearless! Blue Blanche can’t help but swear.
When the rest of the group went to the village, a deep communication took place between the Blue Beiwan and Luo Gwang. They were sitting under the big tree near the Blue House. It’s still spring, and the tree has just grown new leaves, and there is no buzz. The dialogue between them was clear.
“You’re building a piano? “The light says,
“The piano you saw in my house was made by my master and my father. “Lang Bing says:
“You’re building a piano factory, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
“You don’t seem to know much. I’m sorry.
“I had a gambling debt, and I know you paid it for me. I’m sorry.
“I am a man of my word, not of my debt.” I’m sorry.
“How much is it going to cost to build a piano factory? I’ll invest. If you don’t pay, you win, you’ll be compensated for your loss. I’m sorry.
“I don’t need charity. I’m sorry.
“When you left Lo’s, I knew you didn’t take much money. Besides, the three years you’ve been the president of Ma to Successful Group, you’ve done well. I’ll give you $10 million, okay?”
“You can still make a movie. I’m sorry.
“Do you know how much I invest in this movie? I’m sorry.
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
“200 million. I’m sorry.
“That’s a lot of pride. Congratulations on the movie sale. I’m sorry.
“You really think I invest in movies to sell? I’m sorry.
“Why is that?”
“You know. I’m sorry.
“I don’t understand. I’m sorry.
“For the great wealth that our group has accumulated over the years, it has become clean and safe. I’m sorry.
“You mean money laundering? I’m sorry.
“Do you think there’s no need to wash? I’m sorry.
“In my three years as president, the profits to the group are legitimate compliance. I’m sorry.
“But your adoptive father, my own father, when he was in charge of the company and the company, did much of the money come in mysterious and unclear? I’m sorry.
“This I really don’t know. I’m sorry.
“If it is possible that when the dam of wealth collapses, it is I, my heir, who suffer and suffer. So I have to fix the gaps I found in time. “How can you find a hole in wealth?” I’m sorry.
“My culture is not as high as yours, but my insight is better than yours. Don’t forget I was a gambler, a senior old bird gambler. I can remember all the cards I’ve played and not yet made. I’m sorry.
“How come you still owe so much for gambling? And got stabbed for cheating? I’m sorry.
“That was bad luck. Nope. It was fate and fate. If not, how can I be mistaken? How did I get here today? Of course you’re in trouble. It’s just a shame. I’m sorry.
“I’m living well now. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
“What you have enjoyed now, I have enjoyed it before you.” What I’m enjoying, you don’t have to enjoy it. I’m sorry.
“I admit, I slept with Zhou Wen-ting. That’s your ex-girlfriend. Indeed, you enjoyed it before and I enjoyed it behind. But I think you can see that it’s not her I’m enjoying right now, but the actress I brought in. Besides, what are you enjoying now? North wind in the mountains, water in the river, or the smell I left behind? I’m sorry.
“In addition to the corruption and corruption you have cited, I enjoy it. I’m sorry.
“You feel good, that’s good. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
They’ve been talking about the rest of the group showing up and going back to the Blue House.
The Blue House feast is ready, waiting. In Bluewood village and in Zhang Zhang Wei Nu, Blue Bo Wing and Wei Xiaoxiang have been very active in the hospitality of their adopted children. The good couple, the former son, had no grudges, because the suffering, misfortune and desolation of the son had all been removed and all that remained was love. Their faces are full of laughter, and the footsteps before they are busy generate warm winds. The couple moved. After talking to Blue Beiwan, the lanterns came to the foster parents, lighted cigarettes for the foster parents, delivered tea to the adoptive parents, and scoffed and warmed up like a filial son.
Eight tables will soon be full. Some are invited, others are invited. Of course, there’s no need to come. It doesn’t matter. Ten pedals, one Chinese cigarette, brought with them a radiant lamp, were placed there, like enough ammunition to launch a war.
The war has begun. Villagers mixed up with outsiders and drank and eaten. Most of them are drunk and greedy, and they display a very drunk weather. In particular, Bluewood and Huenu, the men of the village, who returned to their homes, had sharpened their swords and behaved with desolation, causing the killing of their people. They didn’t get a cup, they got a bowl. A man with a bowl of beverages, like a flaming flamingo.
By contrast, the luminous lights appear to be low-key and more rational. He only fights with Blue Bean alone. Like the rivalry of dragons and tigers and kings and kings, he and Blue Bliss lit a sword against each other, and you come to me.
The last one to lose was a radiant lamp.
It’s about the fifth bowl of wine, and it’s like a swirling house.
And Blue Bing is still standing and smiling.
People are surprised at the amount of blue beverages.
“I didn’t think I could drink that much, either. Looks like you didn’t work on drinking. Genes are important. Today’s facts prove again that I am the son of 100 per cent of the village. I’m sorry.
Lights were lifted to sleep in the RV. He’s bringing in the generals to keep drinking.
Zhou Wenting has the opportunity to live and talk with Blue Bing.
They went from the RV to the foot of the hill and went back to the RV. When I heard a thunderbolt snoring in the car, I walked away again.
Don’t sway those who were lovers between the quiet mountains like two hard pens.
But they were in harmony, understanding, even knowing and loving.
He and Zhou Wen-ting met one afternoon in late autumn 2012. In the late autumn of California, in the campus of the University of California, next to the campus’s fake mountain, he was blackmailed by three black classmates, and Zhou Wen-ting appeared as he continued to promise to be blackmailed. She was on the other side of the fake mountain, probably reading. She showed up with a book in her hand. She pointed a book at the black gangs, accused them of extortion, then pulled out her cell phone and threatened to call the police if the extortion was not stopped. Blacks have fun or are deterred. Instead of thanking her, he blamed her, and you shouldn’t worry about us, he said. Why should I not care if I see people leaning against the weak? She said you were Chinese, right? According to Rambowan, yes, Guangxi, China. LIGHT LIGHT. She changed her words to Chinese to Zhou Wenting, Yunnan. He shook her hand and said you shouldn’t be involved. Zhou Wen-ting said, why? He said it was just money. Give them the money and go to hell. Zhou Wen-ting said never! He said, “You’re in trouble, or you’re in trouble.” Zhou Wen-ting said, “Okay!” She swooped and said it was a big deal. He looked at her and said, “No, I’ll pay for peace.” Zhou Wen-ting took a look at him and said you’re not a second generation official or a second generation rich. Everything with money. He said he was rich. She said I’ll be your bodyguard later. He’s just kidding. Be my girlfriend and I’ll hire another bodyguard. I didn’t know Zhou Wen-Ting was serious. Whatever he says. It was like lightning. That night they lived together. During the six months of cohabitation, the two people were in love, in the same way, and in the same way. Six months later, he was on his way home from school and two years later Zhou Wenting, who said he did not want his diploma, followed him back. He didn’t object, only moved.
Zhou Wenting remembers that after returning to her country, she went directly into the group of his father. She was worried about the horse in front of the luminous saddle until the chairman of the board, Roshma, handed over power to the luminous light and took full control of the group. But at this point, the situation is changing so that the Luo-Lange is not the son of the Chairman of the Board. Of course she’s sad, maybe as sad as the luminous lights. She didn’t have a choice. She left the family and came up the hill. The truth is, she wanted to follow, and the luminous light did not agree. Lorraine said to her, “Don’t forget what you’ve been with me for years. Not for love. You have to give up on me, I have to give up on you. But I did it because I love you. Zhou Wenting remembers she heard it. It was tears.
Zhou Wenting said: How are you?
“Good. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you ask me? I’m sorry.
“How are you?”
“I hope you don’t hate me. But if you hate me, I deserve it. I’m sorry.
“Don’t call me a light. I’m sorry.
“The Ma to the Success Group is no longer the Ma to the Success Group. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“I’m not the same person. I’m sorry.
“How good would you be if you helped Luo-Lange launder money? I’m sorry.
“If you need me, I can help you in the future. I’m sorry.
“I have a favorite object now. I’m sorry.
“Who is she? Is she a village girl? I’m sorry.
“She’s different, at least not like you. I’m sorry.
“Like the one you built with a different piano?” I’m sorry.
“I can do anything for the piano and her. That’s it. I’m sorry.
Two former lovers had a brief exchange.
More and more people are coming to the RV. The RV is leaving.
The RV left the village like a ship from the pier.
In Nanning, the Lorraine is still awake. And as you were about to take him to a hospital, the luminous light suddenly set up, like a wounded and unfired battleship, and said, “Go back to me, I will kill you, I will kill you, I will destroy you, I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you!” I’m sorry.
Those around him persuaded them to leave the luminous mountains in fear of no firewood, and it was not too late for a man to avenge himself.
The director of the film, Wu Tong, even said, “We’re not going to go to the village.” I’m sorry.
“Why? I’m sorry.
According to the director, “At the time, according to our visits and visits, the situation and the atmosphere are no longer the same. So I propose to find a piece of land to rebuild the village. In the future, the group will be withdrawn and the film will be released, and the village will be open to the public and will continue to produce benefits. I’m sorry.
The truth or fact of the matter is that the team was strongly opposed by most villagers when they took the view and visited the village. They will not allow films that are prototyped as “blue Breath” in villages where he was once a criminal. Not at all.
I believe the director’s advice was accepted, and he said, “There is, then, a new village, with an additional one and two billion.” I’m sorry.
Privacy
Father Roshma came home late this day and unexpectedly saw his son sitting at home. The son and his mother sat close, but they were not disturbed. Lorraine is looking at the phone, Solene is reading Buddha. When she knew that her husband had returned, Solene remained firmly seated and had spoken.
The son spoke to her before her husband returned home.
The son told the mother that it was highly probable that the father, Roshma, would be having an affair, that is, having a woman outside.
He was found or seen in the company’s statements, and the luminous lamp gave evidence to the mother. He reviewed the company ‘ s books for almost 10 years and found that of the annual charitable expenditure, one million was sent into a private account on a regular basis to a person named Zhang Shui. Who’s Zhang Yi? Is she suffering that much, or does she deserve that much? It’s not hard to find. As long as the mother agrees, he goes through it.
Mother answered that you’re your father’s son, and we have everything today that your father created. As long as your father comes home, you don’t care what he’s doing out there.
The Luo light says even if he did something wrong to you?
Solene said even if he did something wrong to me, it’d be better than that. It’s not easy for him to start this big business. He’s been taking risks every step of the way since he was the county mining director. Every day, there is fear and caution. You were born in the third year, and he quit the Director of Mines. I was against his resignation. What does he say you know? Once again, the director of the mine management department is in trouble, goes to jail and even kills his head. He gave up this important position, gave it to his opponent, went away, went to sea. It’s not real estate in the early days. I don’t know exactly what he told me, I know it was made up to keep me from worrying. Your father’s career was transferred to real estate, and it didn’t start well. He used a lot of very powerful means to put the industry on track. Not easy. If you find out what he’s not, forgive him. I’m at home every day, but I’m walking dogs, and I’m burning fragrance. and pray to your father and your son for peace. Peace is a blessing, and peace is beyond heaven.
Speaking of which, it’s the sound of a lock key twisting. The mother and the son were in a hurry to play, each of them displaying a dim, disfigured spirit and appearance.
Roshma was obviously happy to see his son at home, although not natural. He told his son that he had an old friend from Beijing today and had a nice chat, so he was late. He forgets how late he always gets back when he’s out. That’s right, a woman who’s been raising her for 10 years is an old friend if she does.
And his son Luo-Longlight said to his father, “Dad, I’m waiting for you so late to report to you on the recent work of the group. I’m sorry.
Father Roshma’s swinging, “You’re in full control of the group. I’m sorry.
“But I was afraid I was wrong, so I asked you. I’m sorry.
It was only then that Roshma agreed to listen to his son.
Luo-Lang reported on the transformation of the group industry.
Roshma said, “Do you know how to make money by investing in the film industry?” I’m sorry.
“I can’t make money.” But I am certain that the wealth that our group earns over the years can be washed completely. I’m sorry.
The Roshma’s eyes are shining, as if in the dark there was a light, as if there was healing in the bitterness. He raised his thumb and said to his son, “Yes! You’re better than light blue has a way and can. When he was in position, he did not find ways and means to resolve that dilemma. I’m sorry.
The luminous light said, “I went back to the village last week and saw him.” I’m sorry.
Sulene suddenly opened her eyes and stopped reading. She turned to her son, “How’s the light? How’s he doing?”
“He’s much better than me.” I’m sorry.
“Did he ask me? Say hello to your father? I’m sorry.
Asked. He said he missed you guys. I’m sorry.
“Then why didn’t he come back and see us?” It’s been over a year. Sulene said her eyes were crying.
“He’s working on a factory, a piano factory. “The light says,
“Does he have enough money?” Sulene said.
The luminous light said: “I support him for 10 million, but he will not.” I’m sorry.
“Why not? We should support him. He’s one of ours, right? Sulene said she looked at the radiant lights and focused on the rosy.
“The child’s character, I understand.” He’s a self-respecting, self-respecting man. I’m sorry.
“I’m not proud or proud of myself, am I?” You regret why your own son is me, not him, right? Let’s get him back. I’ll go back to Upper Ling Village! I’m sorry.
Roshma and Solein panic, as if the old and weak kings were threatened by coercion, and each of them went up and grabbed one arm, one for forgiveness, one for error.
There is none but the hideer of the house of Lu’s, lying still. It’s indifferent, like cold-blooded animals. Or it will see the dust turned into Buddha.
Weeds.
The procedures for the construction of the piano factory were finally completed.
Blue Breath went to the bank to lend. He planned to pledge the 20 acres of land he had purchased for construction, with a loan of $4 million.
However, he ran away from four banks and did not receive any money.
The reason the bank refused was that the credit policy had contracted and that SMEs would not lend for the current year.
This strong and ruthless reason, like a high-pressure line, struck Blue Bing back.
He was restless and worried as if he had been castrated by a man who was strong.
He needs money now, urgently.
The factory could have taken a second. That’s what he was planning. Blue Beiwan intends to loan the deposit of the land and then divert it for his treatment and for his desire to move to his grave. It’s a matter of urgency, like Tarzan.
The first stage of embryonic stem cell treatment has depleted all the savings of the Blue Prey. The second course of treatment is under way and the hospital is pressing for contributions every day.
Detailed plans have been drawn up for the relocation of the remains of Zhonggang and Zhong Chong to the top of the hill. The plan demands that his wishes be fulfilled before his family dies. The people of the village have also mobilized, joined together and split up. Everybody’s racing with time.
But how do you get off without money?
The bank’s stop lending is like a whistle-blowing judge on the run-off.
Blue is so sad. His sorrows cannot be told to his relatives, nor to his parents, nor to Jing-soo.
He and Jung-soo only gave good news that everything was going well and in control. For example, in the case of her father’s medical expenses, Blue Brewan said, “I have described your father as a seriously ill member of the disabling militia, reflecting with the civil administration, the provincial civil service. They agreed to full reimbursement of medical expenses. And for example, when the remains of the martyrs Qingang and Zhong Chong moved back to the hill, Blue Bing said, “I’ve raised 180,000 by the crowd, and 200,000 by the group.”
On whose behalf did Jung-soo say we were raised? Where’s the information? How can I not see?
What about your foreign language? Can you open a website abroad?
Jung-soo said no. Not at all.
Blue Blank says I’m a foreign-sponsored group, the German-language website. I have entrusted my German classmates with the responsibility.
Jing-soo stopped asking questions like she had crossed over.
All the problems are covered by Blue Bing.
He wanted to sell the used Mercedes. But the second-hand Mercedes sells it again, and it turns out to be three-handed.
If he had accepted the $10 million that had been expressed earlier, there would have been no dilemma.
But it’s impossible to accept, to accept charity from a small man, who has no self-respect. We would rather borrow usury to find the underground bank, and never beg for the light.
Yes, it’s a way to borrow money from the underground bank! Blue Breathingly resourceful, like Jiang Rong, suddenly inspired.
He found his father’s blue view of the village’s casino and asked him if he could borrow a million dollars, with interest paid according to local rules. Blueview says I run a little casino with water, no money, no $1 million. Where does Blue Brewan say he can borrow over a million dollars? The blue view says I know two families, one faster, the interest is higher, the family is slower, the interest is lower. Blue Breath said the fastest family. Blueview says you need me to take you?
The blue scenery took Blue Bing to the underground money bank in the luxurious part of the county city.
The Boss is a weak old man who’s been to the last mile to make a debt! His son bled Blue Breath.
Both parents are here today.
Both sides were surprised. In transit, the battered party finds the battered party, but not in revenge, but rather in remorse, knowing that the tigers are taking high-interest loans to the tigers.
He now knows the name of the skinny old man Wei. He calls him Wei.
The Blueway parties held discussions and reached consensus.
Mr. Wei said, “You take 20 acres as collateral, I lend you 1 million, 30,000 a month, 10 months, 300,000, and 1.3 million. If I don’t have the money for 10 months, I’ll take 20 acres. Is that right? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
So, I made an agreement and wrote a statement.
The agreement was signed with Mr. Wei’s son. Blue scenery was present and witnessed.
Blue Bing would like to transfer the loan, but only in cash. Mr. Wei’s son said, “There’s the difference between our money bank and our bank. Don’t worry, the cash is printed by the People’s Bank of China. I’m sorry.
A million cash piles and a stack of inventories are put in a knitting bag, weighing more than ten pounds. To be honest, Blue Beam has never seen so much cash. All he’s ever seen before was numbers or numbers, billions, simple, clean. At this time, a million dollars in cash, but half a day, is particularly heavy. It must be a feeling of confusion, excitement and tension for a man to appear in front of himself and to have an important and dangerous relationship with himself.
Finally, Mr. Wei’s son said to Blue Beiwan, who was beaten up by him: “I’m sorry about the last time I went to the house to ask for debt to hit you.” I’m sorry.
“If I can’t repay my own money when it’s due, it’s my fault.” You can take my life. I’m sorry.
After leaving the rich and rich building, Blue Bing gave the car keys to the blue view and let him drive. Blue Breath is holding on to the bag and sitting on the side seat. The money in the bag was hard and cold, and he was attached to his chest like a knife against him.
The car went to the village entrance and blue view stopped the car. Blue Bing thought he was going to give it to him to drive, to change his seat, to see it without moving his ass, to twist his head and look at him with the eyes of a weasel.
“What’s wrong?” Blue Bing said.
The blue scenery says, “I’ll run up and down with you today, and I’ll do you a favor. I’m sorry.
“How much? I’m sorry.
10,000. I’m sorry.
10,000? Too much. I’m sorry.
“I’ve also been a witness, and it’s a risk and a vulnerability. I’m sorry.
“You know what I borrowed this money for? I’m sorry.
“Building a factory to make a piano, everyone knows that. I’m sorry.
“What if it’s for saving lives and doing good?” I’m sorry.
The blue scenery, “You’re talking about saving Jing Jia Ning and moving to the grave?” I’m sorry.
Blue Bing nod.
“Then I’ll take a thousand, and I’ll hang up red, and I won’t be in bad luck.” “The blue view says. This man, who is profit-oriented but knows well, drops the price by nine thousand at a time, just as the ingenious and treachery banker has put the price at a close to the end of the day, and lets the hesitating blue-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank-blank.
A thousand dollars for the blue view.
It saves $9,000 at once, and Blue Bean feels like he made $9,000. He’s in a good mood.
He even talked to the blue view.
“Is your son Namimura coming home often? I’m sorry. He remembers the name of his son in blue view, as if the son in blue view was a nail in his eye or a prick in his flesh.
“When the guys who made the movie came back, they never came back. The blue view says he looks out the window, like he’s missing and hoping.
“He is now the backbone of the group and the heart of the luminous light, and must be busy. I’m sorry.
“Yes, you must fight with your brothers. Luo-Lange, Kimura, and Vanu, they’re like brothers. I’m sorry.
“He didn’t say how much he’d been paid a month or a year. I’m sorry.
“As long as my son and Vanu and Ken are working for Luo-Long Lamp, it must be a shame! I’m sorry.
“I think with your son’s financial security, you don’t have to open a casino. I’m sorry.
“The casino is open, it’s an entertainment park.” People from eight villages in the neighbourhood, not all of them come to casinos for the sole purpose of gambling, but to play. Rural life is boring, boring, casinos are exciting and exciting! I’m sorry.
“Did the police check? I’m sorry.
“Of course. Of course, it’s hard to look at it now. How can we find out? I’m sorry.
“Low Lights, your son, and Weinus, the three mains will be gone. I’m sorry.
“That is. “Even the barking of dogs is quiet, it’s too flat.” When they’re there, that’s a big fight. I’m sorry.
“You mean Nanning’s out of order? Because they took the mess to Nanning. “Lang Bing says:
The blue view understood the sarcasm of blue and blue, and said: “How can they rot better than you are now a loser and a cock!” I’m sorry.
He said he was out of the car.
There’s only Blue Bing in the car. His ears were red and he was hot, as if he had been scolded, as if he had been missed.
It’s time for the aphids to chirp, solo and soothing, like a prelude to the big chorus. The first vermin to change from the mud, like the first and wise scouts before a great battle, infiltrated the enemy. They are hiding in the trees of the village and are sending signals calling for an attack by large forces.
Blue Breath knows that the exciting summer has come again.
Brother.
Gui Su Primary School is super-luxe.
At least a hundred cars are at the door and around the school, and one is more expensive than the other, like a game and exhibition of a cat dog. And their masters are more radiant than a radiant bead, and eager to see through their eyes.
There is no doubt that they are waiting for their children or grandchildren.
In one of the cars, the luminous light was hidden and his father, Roshma, was seen.
Roshma has got off, standing at the front of the car, looking at the entrance to the school. He was surrounded by a woman who waited with him. The woman was tall, because she couldn’t see her face. She was wearing a yellow T-shirt, and she was wearing black hot pants. She’s got her hair up like a ball. Roshma held her hand for a while and carried her waist as if she were a fragile baby and not touched by the activists.
She finally turned back and looked at her face like someone wanted to see her face, or she showed up.
This woman is young and pretty. At most 30 years old, with no makeup, white eyes, compared to the 67-year-old man next to her, more like a father-daughter relationship.
She looked and turned. Her body and her face, in the eyes of the radiant light, is like a fine jade sculpture, both to possess and to destroy.
It’s impossible to have her because she belongs to her father.
The bluewood village next to it told Luo Luo, the woman is Zhang Yi. She was unemployed, 30 years old, living in two happy units 1801. The son is eight years old and in second grade.
“What’s the son’s name?” He seems to be more sensitive to the names of the boys.
“Low Light Fire.” I’m sorry.
As if it’s like being cut through the throat with a blade, but not knowing how serious it is. Are you fucking kidding me? I’m sorry.
He said, “We’ve been investigating for a month. It’s true. It’s Zhang Zhang and Luo’s kid. I’m sorry.
“means that their children are my brother? I’m sorry.
Bluewood said, “The half-brother. I’m sorry.
“What the fuck difference does that make? I’m sorry.
“There’s still a difference.” Bluewood said, “You’re a real-room boy, your brother’s a child.” I’m sorry.
“Is that what I’m saying?” Do you understand what I’m saying? You stupid pig!
The village of Bluewood, which was called a pig, said: “Big brother, I was wrong. But I don’t know what big brother means. I’m sorry.
Luo-light said to Vanu in the front row, “Weinu, what do you mean? I’m sorry.
Huenu touched the wheel and assumed, like a toy of enlightening wisdom, that: “I think the big brother means that, although his brother was born to another mother, if he admits publicly and the old lady accepts it, he will inherit his family’s wealth. I’m sorry.
Vanu is right.
“You’re smarter than Bluewood.” I’ll take you to the office tomorrow. I’m sorry.
“What about me?” said Bluewood, who is now the head of the group’s office. I’m sorry.
The luminous light says: “You have been reduced to deputy director.” I’m sorry.
As I said, school’s off. Naughty children sprung out of school and ran to their loved ones.
Only one handsome child was seen, walking to Rothma and Zhang Yi, being kissed and hugged. Roshma then opened the door and put her hand under the door frame to get the child in the car safely. He also sat in the car.
Zhang Yan took the car away.
“Will you follow me?” I’m sorry.
“You’ve been investigating and following for a month. Can you solve the underlying problem? I’m sorry.
“What do you want to do? I’m sorry.
“How do I solve it with what I think? What good would it be to bring you here at this critical moment? I’m sorry.
“I know what to do. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can. I’m sorry.
“You really understand? I’m sorry.
Bluewood blinked, and said, “Ensure the right thing and keep the water flowing. I’m sorry.
Luo Luang put his hand on Bluewood’s thigh and said, “After this, I’ll promote you to vice president. I’m sorry.
He said: “I shall be the chief of the Cabinet, no change. I’m sorry.
Bluewood said, “At this time, do you want your own business? It’s a great thing to keep Big Brother’s family alive. What we have to do, it is me and you who bear the burden, and we must not be involved with Big Brother. I can’t tell you. Do you understand? I’m sorry.
In response, Vanu said, “Of course I understand. I’m smarter than you, but I’m more loyal to my brother than you. I’m sorry.
The Lorraine listens to the two brothers for their loyalty, their pride and their satisfaction. He’s relaxed, he’s soft, he’s stretching. He was lying on his back in a chair, closed to his eyes, in a luxurious car, like a king resting in the mausoleum.
Drown.
Three days after the disappearance of the second grader, Gui Su, his body was found in the river.
The eight-year-old boy, naked and swollen, was taken out of the river like a dead fish. He’s actually dead.
He drowned. There is currently no evidence that he died as a result of his killing.
He disappeared on 10 July.
That was the day after summer vacation.
Luo Gwang Fu stayed home with her mother Zhang Yi. It’s morning and noon. At 3 p.m., Zhang Zhang Zheng went out to do his work, specifically to do beauty work. This is a regular course that she has had to do since this year, because she found wrinkles on her face, which, like the dam’s cracks, caused her alarm and she had to repair them in time. July 10 was another time she had agreed on. She asked her son if he wanted to go with her. After receiving assurances that his son would not go out, Zhang Zhang went to the beauty salon.
Zhang Zhang went to Lily’s beauty salon on Phoenix Ridge Road. This is Nanning’s largest and most famous beauty agency. She makes beauty here. Three hours later, beauty ends. She came to the parking lot and found a tire in front of her car. She called the auto shop to cheer. After that, it was 7:00 p.m. She did not see her son at home and thought his father had taken him away. She called Roshma and said no. She rushed downstairs, looking for her son in the vicinity of the district and the district. At 10:00 p.m. Zhang Yan and Roshma called the police. Because of the disappearance of children under the age of 10, police stations are not subject to a 24-hour time limit for the filing of cases, and police officers are immediately called upon to search for and investigate them. The police first called out of the district for surveillance. In the 18:01 on the screen, there was an escape fire. He’s wearing a white-blue striped pair of jerseys. He worships the size 10 suit of Argentine star Macy. But he left without the ball. He left the happy neighborhood empty-handed and never saw him back in the video.
The police also moved out of surveillance outside the district and found that the video records in recent days were blank and that the probe had broken. So where’s the eight-year-old Luo Gwang-ho? Or play? The area under surveillance has been expanded one step at a time and no child can be seen.
Both the police and the parents began to suspect that the child had been abducted, but the day passed without any call from Sokin.
On the afternoon of the following day, it was reported that a pair of jerseys and a pair of shoes had been found near the river. It was discovered by a fisherman.
Police and parents arrived. Zhang Zheng confirmed that it was her son’s jersey and shoes.
The rescue workers quickly recovered, but it was not until a day later that the body of the child was found three kilometres downstream of the field’s shoes.
Zhang Zhang Zheng went crazy on the spot. This beautiful woman, who also seemed to be a strong, rational woman, had a nervous system that could not withstand the loss of her son and was destroyed.
The man she relied on was not crazy. He cooperated with and assisted the police in the investigation and reasoning of the incident in a quiet and honest manner and accepted with reason the police ‘ s initial conclusion that his illegitimate son had died as a result of suffocation:
After post-mortem examination, the deceased had pulmonary cavity water, which contained impurities in the sediment and other water, which at the time of the examination showed silican positive reactions; internal organs of blood; haemorrhage from hysteresis, mucous membranes, mucous membrane bruises; visible multiple dim red foams in front of the mouth and nose cavities; light red in the body; hand scratching of foreign objects and embolisms in the arctic gutters; respiration and mud in the respiratory tract; severe oedema in the lung; redness in the left and right heart blood changes and the active internal membrane. These were signs of drowning and asphyxiation.
The police ruled out the possibility of dumping the body after he was killed. In other words, the child was alive and drowned.
The moustached Rushma returned to her house in Phoenix and to her legal wife. His old wife is paying attention as if she had no interest in or knowledge of the outside world. Actually. It may be an accident and a comfort to a husband who has had an affair and is in a bad mood. He did not disturb his wife, let alone tell her what happened and went through outside. He passed his wife quietly and entered the bathroom. He opens the shower head and lets cold water wash himself. In the stimuli of the water, he imagines his eight-year-old illegitimate son, sinking and struggling in a hurried river and feeling his pain and misfortune. The son likes to swim, but in the past he is accompanied by his father or his mother, and there has never been a person out swimming. What happened this time? The first time I was out swimming, there was an accident. Did he get killed? However, the police autopsy report and conclusions were judged to have been drowned. If a person is killed, the perpetrator must have the highest IQ and means to escape and mislead the police. Is it your wife Solene? She does not have the capacity or the courage to harm her heart. Is that my eldest son Luo Luang? He’s not afraid of God, but can he be so smart and smart? Besides, he didn’t know there was such a brother. Does he know?
Roshma came to the group’s son’s luminous office. Luo Luang Lantern sits with regular groups like Bluewood Village, Weinu and Zhou Wenting, like meetings. When the Chairman suddenly arrived, everyone was happy to stand up and welcome.
The arrival of his son, Luo Luang, although unexpected, could not be concealed. He gave the sofa to the father, please sit down. “Dad, can I help you?”
Roshma said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
“You don’t usually come. You’re suddenly here today. Something’s wrong. “The light says, And He made his men look, and made them leave.
The men left, leaving the father and son of Rosita.
“Dad, let’s get this straight. I’m sorry.
The Rothma looks at his lost and recovered son or stares at him. The son is calm, and the eyes of his father are tender and true, as if love were revealed. He served to care for his father ‘ s movements and details, which were natural, gentle and nuanced. A rosy horse full of confusion and suspicion, looking at a son with pure eyes and good conduct, and saying what he wants to say to his mouth, swallowing it all back and spitting out when he is not prepared: “It is nothing, it is that you will not come home for days and want to see you. Are you all right?”
“It’s okay, the group’s going well, and I’m doing fine,” he said, “I was going to go home today and have dinner with your mother.” I’m sorry.
And Roshma said, “You will be free if you are busy.” Your mother’s been reading and worshipping Buddha all day. I saw you today, safe and sound. I’m sorry.
Roshma got up and left. The luminous light sent the father to the elevator door and wanted to be taken downstairs and stopped by the father.
It was painful and painful to watch the father go into the elevator alone and disappear in it, as if the bloodbath of the beast had swallowed him. That was pain and grief that could not be disguised, burning a state of heartache with ten fingers. He was born to his father, and there was no father without him. He loves his father.
Father, I love you.
The light is silent in heart. This man, who is evil and good, is on the rise of his heart and his affection, like a strange river, or a mountain of white clouds and dogs.
Funeral
In the summer, on a Zodiac day, a funeral ceremony for the martyrs of Zhong Kong and Zheng Chong is about to take place in the southern hill of the village of Upper Ridge. Up and down the mountains are the white flowers, the heads of the people rise and the red rose. The birds and beasts, who were shaken or well-known, were removed from their land or transferred to other mountains, or flew in the air, like legions that guarded the land and airspace. Worms in the woods, they’ve spoken, like big bands in positions, testing. While they are not the main singers or protagonists of today’s ceremony, they are their help, and the ceremony must have a louder voice. At least, their singing will not be annoying today.
Today, the main protagonists are Zhonggang and Zhong Chong, sons of the two mighty people, who died in 1979 in front of their men, brothers and sisters on the road, buried 38 years after they were buried in the border graveyards, their remains were moved back to their homes, buried on their home lands, and they met with the five comrades who had previously been buried here (Hang Nae Peng, Blue Huai, Wei Xiaoyeang, Shao Pooling, Wei Chengzing).
In fact, one of the main players today is the still-living Qianjin. The terminally ill man, the one-legged hero who sustained his life with money and will, lived longer than expected and was destined to complete years of ambition.
He was picked up early in the morning. When he was in the hospital, he could not wait to put on a clean uniform. His hat was without a hat and his uniform was without a collar because he was a militiaman. This did not affect his participation in the funeral of his comrades as a soldier.
He was put up on a stretcher and then sat in a wheelchair watching the whole funeral.
Following the withdrawal of the leadership message, the famous Feng Shui-san and Dao-sama and his team began to revere the remains of the buried ones. A row long pointed at the sky and screeched like a ship’s siren. And the plume of love will be blown, and the clouds will flow as if the soul were returning. Firecrackers and fireworks vibrate, mountains and rivers and drizzle, like God’s convulsions and tears.
In the cloud of smoke and the sound of noise, his family would like to see and remember clearly his militia — the brothers of the seven upper-ridge villages — and to return the dead to the rear in front of the battlefield.
The scene before that scene, followed by the memory of the dead, was exciting, tragic and tragic.
On 17 February 1979, after the fighting had struck, the militiamen of Dae Sung started their operations. The militia company was integrated into a field ambulance transport unit to search for, collect and transport the remains of the soldiers and soldiers who had lost their lives. Qianjia would rather be the head of the second squad of the “cooking company” with eight of him. Two of the brothers in this class are Zhuang Gang and Zhong Zhong, who are also cousins of Zhu Jia Ning. Others are related. So the class was also called and called “brothers.”
As a result of Operation Collection Company, dead bodies were encountered, lying in pieces, most of them fragmented, broken bones and, presumably, stepped on a mine or shelled. The missing bodies were initially feared, and most of the militias that had taken them were fearful and helpless. Only the “brothers” will rise without fear. The family would rather start with seven other young men, who were not afraid of ghosts or of death in the village, each with an iron-coated spoon, an iron-toothed dredge, rotated, laid earth, shredded corpses and broken limbs, and then handed the bones packed to the accompanying forensic physician to verify the body of 26 large bones. When the bones were verified, checked and identified as much as possible, they were wrapped in white cloths, placed in a pre-cruised wooden box, covered with covers, tied with wire around them to the car parked on the road, to be loaded with a car, and pulled back by a driver specializing in pulling the body back.
The example of “brothers” has led to the rapid or gradual emergence of all militia members of the “cooking company” with skill and care. They found bodies in the mountains, by the water, in the pits, in the ditches, in the branches, in the piles of grass and in the thorns, which were covered in blood or in whole or in pieces. They suffer from the smell of stench, staleness, acid and so on, picking up corpses, stinging bodies, tearing tears, proud of the bravery of the same young soldiers who sacrificed their lives, mourning and mourning their tragic deaths — many of whom died with all kinds of jocks: hand grenades in hand, bayonets in the chest of the enemy, necks of the enemy, bites the ears of the enemy, genitals of the enemy — the gestures of fighting the dead with all their flesh, to grieve and admire the living militia.
On March 6, the company withdrew from the battlefield. The surviving militias are happy to be alive. The “brother” brothers are all alive, happy and alive. Their laxity and fragmentation have caused tragedy.
That was March 14th, this unfortunate day. In a valley not far from the border, retreating forces were ambushed by the enemy. Following a troop break-out, battalions, companies and platoons were counted. Zhu Jia would rather find his class missing Zhong and Zhong Chong.
When the break-up took place, Wing and Xing were still here. Questions were like hawks knocking on his head, and he felt horror and bad.
It’s important to see people alive and dead. Jianjia Ning said to his brother. He decided to turn around and look for Zheng Kong and Zhong.
The other five brothers insisted that they should go with Zheng Jia Ning.
So, Brother Ben quietly returned to the battle that had just broken out.
They searched in the valley, in the caves, in the bodies of our forces that could not be recovered, and even in the bodies of the enemy, none of them found Zhong and Zhong.
The Brothers continue to search. As they drilled into a forest and were ready to go out of it, they looked at the Qingang and Zhong who were surrounded by eight or nine enemies on the open ground.
The enemy cried out to Zinggang and Zhuong Jianli, as though he were exhorting.
As if he were deaf and deaf. They have no guns on them.
The enemy then approached them. When the enemy was all close, two grenades exploded. All of them died and the wounded were lying on the ground.
Qianjia would rather keep the others around. He crawled on his own to the open, to the wounded enemy and brothers. He found Jun dead, he didn’t die. But he’s hurt bad, and he’s dying. He spoke to his family before he died, and his words stammered, but they were true. It means that, at the time of the military attack, he and his brother Zhuang had just gone to search for the bodies and found a lot of copper money around an open grave. They picked up the copper money, packed a bag and buried it. When the money was withdrawn from the place where it was buried, they remembered the money, but had no opportunity to dig for it because of the number of people. After the break-up, they thought there would be no chance if they didn’t go back for it. So the brothers sneaked back and got lost. They found and surrounded the place where the money was buried. The brothers lured the enemy closer and then detonated the hand grenade. He concluded by saying: “We brothers love wealth but do not surrender.”
The family prefers to go to the woods on the back of its dying loyalties.
I don’t know where I’m going, I’ll shoot you in the back.
Another shot was fired on the right thigh of Yan Jia Ning. He jumped on his knees. He fell on his back like a sack with a scratch. Then the family fell down and fell into a small grave. This fall and rolling move was on his own initiative to stop being hit by bullets.
The brothers in the woods are in a hurry. Come and get him. No matter what the family calls for, they just don’t listen, and they run straight at them like mad cows.
Yellow platinum. It’s Blue Wah. Wei Xiaoyeon. Wei Sung-goon.
They fell down one after the other. They were all shot dead. It was the enemy sniper.
The brothers are dead, the enemy is dead, like a bullet. It’s like leaving him alive, with humiliation and remorse, and leading a life of shame, pain and misery.
And he was humiliated and humbled for thirty-eight years and humbled, miserable and miserable.
It’s finally over.
It is today that his greatest wish to live will be fulfilled.
Jingang and Jinzhong are being buried. Two gold altars, each of them with their bones, covered in yellow silk, like noble pearls, to their graves. They will rest in peace in the land, or they will leave it, and they will fly in another world.
I am the only one who prefers to live in the world and keep secrets. I’d rather think.
Yes, with regard to the deaths of Yangang and Zhong Zhong, and with regard to the death of Huang Niang, Blue Huai, Wei Xiao-yeon, Zhui Bo Lin, and Wei Sung-min, Zheng Dynasty has not told anyone the truth. They became martyrs as a result. The Queen’s will to hide the truth is not to be tortured from time to time. He had to lie in good faith for the honor of the seven stupid dead brothers. I started making up stories when my thigh was bleeding. By the time his legs were cut off and he was discharged from the hospital, his story had been made up. In the story, he preserved the fact that Zheng Kong and Zheng Chong detonated the grenade with the enemy. It is also true that Huang Nae Peng, Blue Huai, Wei Xiao-soo, Hui Bolin and Wei Sung-min sacrificed all their lives to save people, but not to save him, but to save him. Why don’t you say it’s to save him? Because he thought that would make him look like he was incompetent and, above all, guilty — can the five brothers die to save themselves? He was confused and turned the rescue victim into Zhong and Zhong. In fact, he really thought that Huang Niang, Lanhua, Wei Xiao-soo, Hui Bolin and Wei Sung-min had died in order to save Chang Kong and Zhong Chong. Jing Kong and Xing Chong’s unauthorized departure was the source of the tragedy. He said in the story that he was out of line. Five others would not have died without the shameful acts of jingle and loyalty, but they did not deserve it, even though they also died in the end. He lost his life for a bag of copper money and took five other lives and was on his way home after the war. The culprits were Zheng Kong and Zhong. So six years ago, when his family moved to their graves, he only moved back to Huangno Peng, Blue Hua, Wei Xiao-yeon, Hui Boolin and Wei Sung-ling, leaving him behind and his loyalty. Money is a cause, and hatred for Zheng Kong and Zhong Chong is a cause. Today, the remains of Zhenggang and Zheng Chong have finally been returned, because they have been forgiven by Zhu Jia Ning.
Yes, the sins of young people, after 30 years of immersion, washing and grinding, deserve forgiveness. No one can save himself unless he forgives others.
I’d rather stand up from a wheelchair. As a soldier, he salutes his respected comrades.
And in the manner and in the position, fresh, radiant and graceful, like a rainbow after the rain.
Three days later, the man, who was not alive, was also buried here, resting in his grave, which had been built for him in advance.
His grave was full, strong and bright, like a beacon in the sea.
To propose.
When it arrived in the fall, Blue Brewan felt he could propose to Jing-soo.
Autumn is a season of maturity, and autumn is also a season of harvest. It is an old talk of nonsense and truth. It is like the Zodiac Day marked by ancient times in the calendars.
Most notably or specifically, after three months of his father ‘ s death, Yong Jia Ning felt that her grief and grief had been healed and that she must be in a better mood with his occasional greetings and consolation. In addition, the Blue Bien construction plant had not been funded, and he had put it on hold until next year ‘ s bank lending. In that way, he would have time to get married. His marriage was also the most worrying of his parents and would satisfy their wishes. He wants to be a filial son now, because he wants to be the husband of Zhu Jin-soo, with all due respect.
He’s ready for the ring. Despite his debt of more than 1 million and the fact that he has spent almost all his money to save and fulfil his wish, the money to buy the ring is enough to prepare for the wedding.
He decided to make an appointment to the lavender estate of the city, where thousands of acres of lavender had been opened. He’s going to propose to her in the Flower Sea to give the loved one a eternal romantic memory.
This evening, he texted Jung-soo: There’s a beautiful and amazing place you want to go?
Jing-soo replied: Think. But I’m not going.
Why?
I don’t believe in beauty and wonder.
Trust me?
Believe your goodness. Trust your honesty.
What do you mean?
You know that.
I don’t know.
Jung-soo won’t come back.
What happened? He must go and talk to her in person.
He went straight to her house.
Jin-soo is home. After her mother left, and after her father left, her home was where she slept. She’s ready to go to bed.
“What are you doing here? Zhu Jin-soo said she was flat and close to cold.
“Let me ask you something I did wrong, please point out that I corrected it. “Lang Bing said, “With a nice breath.”
“All your places have done very well, very well, very great! I’m sorry.
He understood that she was very upset with him, “What is wrong with me?” I’m sorry.
“You’re a liar! I’m a fool!” Joo-soo said, “She’s so angry.
When Blue Bing listened, she thought it might be that she saw or understood the medical costs, saying, “Oh, you mean uncle’s expenses?” One is more than 20,000, but not much. I’m sorry.
“How much? I’m sorry.
Fifty thousand. I’m sorry.
Fifty thousand?
“Yes. Two sessions, just 100,000. I’m sorry.
“Why did you borrow $1 million? And a loan shark!” Zhu Jing-soo says.
“Who told you that? I’m sorry.
“Blue scenery. I’m sorry.
And when he heard it, he said, “Don’t worry, I can pay it back.” I’m sorry.
She said, “What I want your answer is, why did you lie to me? I’m sorry.
“I lied to you, too! “There’s a good saying. Only liars are sincere because he’s lying to you. I’m sorry.
“You go. I really want you to go now. I’m sorry.
“I’m not going. I’m sorry.
“I’m getting married. I’m sorry.
“You should get married. But must marry me. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend? I’m sorry.
“When do I have a girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
“The woman who came to our village to make a movie that day, right? I know everything! I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s ex-girlfriend. We broke up early. I’m sorry.
“I won’t marry you without me!” I’m sorry.
Blue Bhai was not surprised, and he stood up and pulled out the ring box, opened it, kneeled on one knee and put it on.
“I have a ring, look!”
Lan Bhai-Wan looked out of her left hand, and in the middle finger, he saw a ring that was as cold as a flame and as radiant as a radiance, a light that could only be launched by a great diamond ring, a brand of Qadia, and one of his adoptive mother Solene.
“I’m engaged. Zhu Jin-soo added that it was like a hard punch on a man whose heart was already stinging.
“With whom?”
“A rich man who is widowed,” said Jeong-soo, and said, “she speaks out, as if she had forsaken.”
“Why?”
“I do. I’m sorry.
“Are you married for money? I’m sorry.
“So do I. I’m sorry.
“I don’t need you to pay my loan! I’m sorry.
“How can you return it?”
“When the bank lends me next year, I’ll pay back. I’m sorry.
“What if the bank doesn’t lend you next year? I’m sorry.
“They say yes. This year is not possible for the time being. I’m sorry.
“Even if the bank loans were for you, you’d pay back the loan. And? What did you build your piano factory for? I’m sorry.
“There is a way before the mountains, and there is no way for the heavens. There’s always a way. I’m sorry.
She said: “I cannot owe anyone. Besides you. I’m sorry.
“You shouldn’t have married someone for me. I’m sorry.
“For your sake, I can only marry someone else. I’m sorry.
“I beg you, Jeong-soo, to refuse. I love you.
Jing-soo shakes his head, “I refuse. Because I love you. She’s got tears in her eyes, she’s soft, “You have to succeed, I’m sure you can. But only if I do this will you be successful. Just like you did, my dad could do it. I’m sorry.
“Jing Soo…”
“I’m determined. Don’t let me down again. “This is fate. I’m sorry.
Speaking of fate, Blue Blanche is dumb. What he believes most is fate. Destiny has struck him from heaven to the bottom of the valley. Do you want to do it again? Last time it was about birth, this time it was about love. Does fate have to do with him three times in blood water, three times in salt water and three times in alkaline water, so that he is completely clean or reborn? Like a caterpillar, 17 years of incubation in the earth to make a sorghum and enjoy the world’s happiness only a summer. Then again, is it because life is short that the aphids will not hatch in darkness for 17 years? No, it has to take 17 years because it’s a worm. Well, I accept all the arrangements of fate, because I am Blue Bing.
Blue Blanche was already on his way home. In the dark of the night, the way home can’t be seen. He walked out of his senses and through his touch and walked right, without obstacles or wrestling, like a god tow him. Is this fate, too?
Snow
It’s also a zodiac day in the fall.
She’s married.
Uphill Ridge Village, with all the ground. There are still moments of joy and beauty in this village of sorrow and distress. All the doors open, all the people come out and embrace the last good time of the year, like the warm sun before hibernation and the storage of heat.
The people who receive them are happy and the people who send them are happy. They’re smiling at each other, and they’re hugging each other like two teams that don’t have anything to do with each other.
It’d be perfect with music. Easy, sweet music can make people more excited and give blessing to marriage.
Yes, there can be.
Music plays. It’s a very smooth, smooth voice that comes from a small blue family, like a stream.
Blue Bing was playing the piano, his piano. His hands moved on the plate, and his touched black and white key sank, like the elves were dancing. The smooth sound is coming out of his fingers. He’s got nice hands, big hands, long fingers, white and clean. He must have washed his hands and cut his nails before he played. He played the piano with his eyes closed and his face was warm and peaceful. Few people knew that his song was ” Autumn linguists ” , but everyone was satisfied with it.
In the blessing of the piano, the sky suddenly flew a plane.
Brighter planes circled over the hill like a mighty eagle.
It’s a private plane. He’s on the plane. As soon as this rich man buys the plane, the first flight comes back to the hill. He said to go up and see what it looks like in the air.
So here it comes.
They were accompanied by Bluewood, Vanu, Zhou Wenting, Lee Chu and others. It’s all radiant lights.
It’s the king, xx, the star of Luo Luo Luong, who still can’t afford to pay 50 million yuan. She arrived in Nanning and was on a private plane with a luminous light, which could be taken anywhere.
At this point, it flew over a village and circled over it. From the air, the village is like a painting. On the screen, the mountains peak, the layers fold. A glass of water, a reflection. Smoky, unpredictable.
What is this place?
This is uphill. There were three uplinks on the plane who said the same thing.
What’s up here?
Our home town.
When the light came back, it came to me, saying, “Well, now that we’re back on the hill, we’re going to show it.” I’m sorry.
Bluewood said, “No way down, no way down.” I’m sorry.
And the luminous light says: “Can’t land, can’t throw?” I’m sorry.
“To what?”
“Do you have any money?” Lubula said.
“Yes! Vanu said he came over and put his mouth in the ear of the luminous lamp, “only money for Wang xx.” Fifty million. I’m sorry.
“Let’s vote first. No, no, no, no.
“All of them”?
“All of them! I’m sorry.
Fifty million dollars of cash were torn apart on the plane, piled up in a hill and then overturned by the three uphills. A large amount of money was thrown out of the plane’s drop.
Uphill sky money flies like snow.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
