Fang Yuan knew that his daughter-in-law liked to listen to music and was still a die-hard fan of a certain star. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He has little interest in music, although he is not incomplete, at least very average.

It's just that the daughter-in-law likes music, can he listen to it?

What is the common language as the saying goes? Isn't that all!

At that moment, he clicked on the website, only to find that he had to register.

"What a broken website, and you have to register, it's really troublesome."

Fang Yuan muttered.

But he still registered one, if his daughter-in-law found that he didn't register when he went back from work to discuss with him, wouldn't it mean that he hadn't heard it at all, then he would definitely have to kneel on the keyboard?

thought that he was careless and confused by Huang Qiqi's gentle and virtuous appearance, and immediately after getting married, he completely changed and was very strong.

He's about to become a strict wife now.

Finally after registering, he was finally able to audition this so-called super beautiful tune.

When he played the music, his expression was different.

Outside the door, a cadre of the Commission for Discipline Inspection who specialized in inspecting posts gently pushed open the door, ready to check the situation inside.

Suddenly, he stopped and listened carefully.

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly, the sound of the flute disappeared.

The cadres of the Commission for Discipline Inspection hurriedly rushed in.

And Fang Yuan squinted his eyes, his face was full of enjoyment, it was really good, his daughter-in-law's recommendation was really good.

He was about to put it again, when suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came.

He looked back sharply, only to see the door pushed open and a man rushing in.

He was taken aback and hurriedly put his phone away.

Because he knows that there have been frequent inspections recently.

If you are caught doing something unrelated to your work, you will be punished.

He is a newcomer who has just served as the head of the department for less than a month, and he has not completely secured his position, and if he is punished because of the inspection, it will become a joke.

"Xiao Fang, what kind of flute was that just now?"

The man asked hurriedly.

Fang Yuan secretly exclaimed when he saw this man.

Because this man is known as a black-faced god, many cadres have fallen into his hands and have been punished.

"Director Li, ah..."

Fang Yuan was stunned, what do you mean?

"The flute you just listened to is really good, who played it?"

The black-faced god Director Li asked.

Fang Yuan saw Director Li's impatient appearance, and immediately understood.

He secretly shouted in his heart that he was lucky, and it seemed that he could escape, so he immediately handed the mobile phone to Director Li and said, "Director Li, it's a song from this website, and I just listened to it." ”

Director Li had already clicked on the tune and replayed it.

Suddenly, Qingyue's melodious soft flute sounded in the office.

Director Li had already sat down, listening with a face full of intoxication, and that look was as wonderful as it could be.

And the radius is about the same.

After playing it several times in a row, Director Li still has a feeling of never getting tired of listening to it.

"I didn't expect such a beautiful flute sound, Xiaofang, you can share this URL with me and send it to my WeChat."

Director Li was amazed.

"Okay. However, Director Li, what is your WeChat? ”

Fang Yuan hurriedly asked.

Director Li hurriedly told him, and at that moment, Fang Yuan hurriedly added Director Li, and then shared the website to Fang Yuan.

After Director Li left, Fang Yuan secretly called for luck.

If it weren't for Director Li's liking of this song, with the unkindness of the black-faced god, this offense would not have been able to escape.

He wanted to hear it again, but he pressed it down.

.....

Evening.

Ye Xiaochen eats at home.

Suddenly, my mother said: "I heard Lao Wu say today that something strange happened on the mountain of Li Zhiying's house. ”

"What's weird?"

Dad asked curiously.

"It's like the trees on the mountain have become strangely shaped, and all of them have died, and some of the trees have been destroyed."

The old mother said, "It was Li Zhiying and her man who went to the mountain to cut down trees and found it, and they were scared half to death. ”

"There's still this kind of thing, then we'll go see it tomorrow."

Dad was very interested in this strange thing.

After Ye Xiaochen heard this, his eyes were chaotic, and he saw that the strange forest he had created with the technique of using all the plants and trees was discovered.

But he didn't show it at all, but asked curiously.

My mother said it mysteriously, saying that there were ghosts and monsters in that mountain forest....

Ye Xiaochen touched his nose, it seems that if he does this, he is estimated to make a mysterious event.

Early the next morning, Ye Xiaochen went straight to the woods of Li Yuying's house with his parents, aunt and uncle, and a large group of people.

Not only them, but other people I met on the way, all of whom went to see the strange forest.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Ye Xiaochen suddenly felt that he seemed to underestimate this influence, and saw that the road was full of all kinds of motorcycles, and even several cars were parked.

They all came to see the strange forest.

The mountain is very lively, and the number of people is at least hundreds.

In the strange forest, the strangely shaped dead trees, as well as the roots that pierce the ground, are all strange.

And the people of Li Yuying's family have already lit incense sticks here, burned valuable money, and placed tributes, and they are going to sacrifice here.

Ye Xiaochen was sweating when he saw it.

Isn't this equivalent to sacrificing oneself?

In the afternoon, Ye Xiaochen came back from the sheep market, and saw that there were more motorcycles and cars parked under the mountain than in the morning, and he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

It seems that it will take some time for this to stop.

It's a pity that he couldn't imagine that this thing would not stop at all for a while, and even become more and more intense.

At night.

Ye Xiaochen held his mobile phone and video chatted with Xinyi.

Since Wang Xinyi was able to hear and speak, the communication between the two has become much easier.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Ye Xiaochen turned off WeChat, ready to read the Shennong System Beginner's Guide for a while.

In the past two days, he has not practiced the art of grass and trees.

Because he didn't know how to practice anymore.

Now the supernatural forest he created is still attracting a lot of attention, and it is said that even the county forestry bureau has come down.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

It's WeChat.

He hurriedly picked it up and saw that it was sent by Fang Yuan.

It turned out to be a web address.

"A super nice tune, share it with you."

Ye Xiaochen shook his head, when did this guy like to listen to music?

Isn't he, like himself, not very interested in music?

Ye Xiaochen didn't click on it, and threw the phone aside.

After about ten minutes, WeChat rang again, and it was still square and round.

"Listen, isn't it great?"

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes, is it so good?

You really have to hear it.

He hurriedly clicked on the website.

"I'm dizzy, I still have to register!"

Ye Xiaochen was speechless.

He was troublesome and pushed it out again.

"You must register, if you don't listen, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Fang Yuan sent WeChat again.

"Does it sound that good?"

Ye Xiaochen sent a message over.

"You'll never think of any good tunes in the world, believe me, go and sign up, you'll never stop."

Fang Yuan sent a large section over.

Ye Xiaochen smiled bitterly, so he could only register, and then clicked on the music file.

When Qingyue's moving flute sound came out of the mobile phone, Ye Xiaochen was stunned.

Hold the grass, hell!

..... (To be continued.) )