On the stage where the spotlights gathered, the actors appeared on the stage, with gorgeous costumes, exquisite makeup, beautiful silk and bamboo music, and wonderful dialogues, which attracted bursts of warm applause. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info When Mo Fei was watching with interest, Qing Xuan was dozing off with his eyes closed, and suddenly he was punched by Mo Fei, and then shouted in a low voice: "Don't sleep, look, this is the most exciting." ”

Qing Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the stage, only to see a young man and a woman with pink cheeks playing the Son of Heaven and the Prime Minister respectively. The young son of heaven is suave, the young prime minister is better than Pan An, the two walk side by side, strolling in the imperial garden, it is really "peony covers the face of hibiscus, crape myrtle flower to crape myrtle Lang", only listen to the young son of heaven sing: "Wizards can be good looks, and romantic people can be mothers." At this time, the young prime minister sang: "Since ancient times, the monarch and the ministers have been in danger of the country, and today the ministers have lost their manners and dare not flatter the king." ”

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is a daughter with red makeup, and she prefers to learn from Mulan to play a child. In the play "Meng Lijun", the deeds of a weak woman who does not let her eyebrows, study diligently to save her husband, and then do the deeds of the prime minister of the dynasty are portrayed vividly and vividly, which is why this play is so attractive.

When people came out of the theater, they were still talking about the character of Meng Lijun, and Qing Xuan looked at it without looking at the village or the store, and he didn't know anything about the plot, so he didn't feel anything. Mo Fei's excitement didn't seem to have passed, and he insisted on coming to Qingxuan to eat snacks. Changyang watched from a distance, and his face was difficult to see.

After going back, quarrels between husband and wife were inevitable, and in the end, Changyang slammed the door and went to the bar, at this moment, he could only drink and buy drunk to calm the anger in his heart.

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tossed for a day, and it wasn't until the evening that Mo Fei let Qingxuan go back.

I entered the apartment with heavy steps, and as soon as I reached the second floor, I heard the sound of crying and crying upstairs. Qing Xuan didn't know what was going on, and he went to the third floor step by step, and saw the door of the small Sichuan house that lived downstairs under him open, and a chubby middle-aged woman cried loudly at the door. Surrounded by neighbors in several buildings, they are persuading women to mourn. Several policemen, wearing white gloves, looked solemn in the house to take pictures and look through the clothes in the room......

What's going on? Qing Xuan looked at this group of people in surprise, and an ominous premonition hit his heart.

"His son died, just a few days ago, I don't know who he offended, and there is no sign of prying the door, but he stabbed him more than a dozen times......"

The neighbors were talking nonsense, and Qing Xuan woke up at this time, complaining that he had always smelled a pungent stench in the corridor in the past few days, and thought that there were dead rats somewhere.

Although he usually has little contact with Xiao Sichuan, last time he went to Xiao Sichuan's room in order to hide from Mo Fei. That little Sichuan looks like a good person, but why was it poisoned? Qing Xuan didn't know what personal grievances there were, but because he had helped him last time, he saw the deceased's mother standing in the corridor crying, so he enthusiastically stepped forward to persuade him.

"Auntie, don't cry, people can't be resurrected after death, no matter how much you cry, he won't come back to life, it's better to take care of your body."

The woman seemed to be crying, but when she saw someone persuading her, she cried even more. and dragged Qing Xuan with a handful of snot and tears to tell his son's deeds, cursing the murderer who persecuted his son. For a while, Qing Xuan's body was full of tears and snot.

All the people in the building were taken to the bureau for questioning, and they were not released until the police had taken notes. Qing Xuan also went to the bureau without exception. It was past eight o'clock in the evening when I got back to the apartment. The body downstairs had been taken to the funeral home, and the door to the room was locked, revealing a deep chill. Qing Xuan relied on his youth and strength, and had no intention of moving out of here. After all, the rent here is very cheap, and the community environment is not bad.

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The next day, Qingxuan said to Bingyu on QQ: "Yesterday, I went to the bureau to drink tea and chat with the policeman Shu Xiao. ”

Qing Xuan said indifferently, Bing Yu didn't take it seriously, and asked casually, "What are you doing there?" ”

"The guy who lives downstairs is hanging? Everyone in the building was called to the bureau for questioning, and I followed. ”

"Ah...... Yes? What did you say? The one downstairs is hanging? Bingyu didn't care about it at first, but after she realized what was going on, she quickly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, is this filming a TV series? Otherwise, how could there be such a bloody plot!

"That's not true, is it?" She asked.

"Baby, I didn't lie to you, he really hung up. Yesterday his mother came and cried a lot......"

"The body has been in the house for several days, and no one in the building has found it, hey, it's really miserable......"

Bing Yu thought, the dead man downstairs, he still lives upstairs so safely, if it were her, he would have been scared to death.

"Honey, you'd better find another house, don't live there." Bing Yu said worriedly.

"No, it's good to live here, why move?"

"How terrible. Oh, it's scary for me to think about. ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm a big man, what is there to be afraid of."

"But I'm afraid ......"

Bingyu will be scared when she thinks about the murderous scene in the police movie, but now, this live plot has been moved from the TV series to real life, how can she not be afraid?

She sat there, thinking uneasily about what it would be like if it was not Qingxuan but herself who lived upstairs. A chill hit her heart, her body trembled slightly, and her whole nerves fell into infinite tension and terror.

"I'll send you a song." He seemed to sense that something was wrong with her, so he changed the subject at the right time.

"What song?" Seeing the words he called, she forced her nerves to twist away from the shadows of terror.

"Have you ever heard of 'The White Fox'? Chen Rui sang? He asked.

"Nope."

"Then you go to the Internet and search for it, remember, the one sung by Chen Rui." He warmly hoped that she could listen to this song, and his mood was melted into this song.

However, she preferred to hear him sing to her himself, and after knowing him for so long, how she wished to hear his voice, but he did not seem to want her to hear his voice, nor was he ready to expose his face to him. Until now, they haven't spoken on the phone, they haven't spoken to them, and they haven't watched the video. Is this a man in two modern times? Why is modern communication equipment completely useless for them?

Bingyu silently went to ask Du Niang, and Du Niang was very diligent in finding the song she wanted.

Put on the headphones, click on the video player, for a while, an ethereal music sound came from the computer host, with the poignant picture - a white fox standing in the snow looking into the distance, his eyes were full of resentment, on the other side of the line, a white-faced scholar was drinking a glass of wine with a woman in the cave room, and the candlelight printed the figures of the two people on the window lattice, this festive scene was in stark contrast to the lonely figure in the distance. Coupled with Chen Rui's deep and magnetic voice, this "White Fox" is interpreted to the extreme. The lyrics are even more poignant:

I am a fox who has been waiting for a thousand years, waiting for a thousand years of loneliness......

As soon as Bing Yuchu heard this song, he was deeply attracted by it. The song seems to have great magical power, wrapping her body and mind in the endless beautiful music, and the white fox in the song seems to come out of the song, with thousands of years of emotion, ingesting the soul of every listener into her own heart, and then taking them, across the vast desert, over countless jungles and streams, and then into an empty valley. The song echoed through the valley, and it lasted for a long time......

That year, the song "White Fox" was popular all over the country, and that year, everyone who heard this song felt the same way. Even, they sat down in the opposite seat, comparing themselves to the lonely white fox, and comparing the negative man in their lives to the male protagonist in the song. While listening to this song, they mourned the sworn love in their hearts, and then looked forward to the arrival of a new love.

When will the love-hate obsession stop? Since ancient times, there have been "infatuated women with negative hearts", is this the Gu under Satan, so that all those who love each other have no good ending?

"I am your white fox, but I don't want to wait for a thousand years of loneliness, I just want to be obsessed with you for the rest of my life, I just want to write a poem of love with firewood, rice, oil and salt, I just want to carve a deep imprint in your soul, I just want to talk to you every night with a glass of wine...... ”

Finally breaking free from the sad mood of that song, Bingyu sorted out her mood, she hadn't worked hard for several days, and it seemed that she had to do some work today. Looking at the piles of bills in front of her, Bing Yu thought.

reviewed all the reimbursement documents one by one, and found that two of the meal invoices were not named, so I called Qin Hua in the office and asked her to take them back and refill them. Putting down the phone, Qin Hua snorted angrily and muttered: "Finance is just a lot of things, just a few words, can you fill it in and it will be over?" ”

Qin Hua rubbed on the seat for a while, and finally thought about it, if she didn't fill it in, the reimbursement money didn't know when she would get it back, it was her own money. So, I got up and went to the finance, and asked Bingyu for an ink pen to fill in the name. Bingyu ignored her, just clicked the mouse in her hand to look at the computer screen that jumped in front of her. Qin Hua put the finished bill in front of Bingyu, and then left the finance with an expressionless face. When she was about to go out, she rolled her eyes at the back of the ice jade, she thought that the ice jade was deliberately tossing her.

Qin Hua is forty-five years old, relying on a foxy temperament to climb into the office and become an unworthy office director, because she is the only one in the office, so she is both a department leader and an ordinary employee, but the salary is indeed at the level of an ordinary employee, for this reason, he has always been very unbalanced. Therefore, in a capital adjustment, she unknowingly secretly raised her salary by one level.