After Xiaohong's family left, Zhang Tingfeng didn't continue to trouble Tang Zui, and returned to his office after a few casual words.

Zhang Tingfeng left, Jiang Chen wouldn't be stupid to find Tang Zui's trouble, after all, Tang Zui's limelight now can be said to be unparalleled, a pennant hung in the office, this is equivalent to the existence of the "gold medal for avoiding death", at this time, looking for Tang Zui's trouble, that is the real stupid 'force' in the battle 'force'!

Without others looking for trouble, Tang Zui also had leisure, and continued to browse the messages of netizens for a while, but somehow, he suddenly remembered her.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was nearly half past nine, and Tang Zui's mood still couldn't calm down, and he still couldn't help thinking about her.

He shook his head, wanting to re-charge this kind of thought to the deepest corner of his heart, but to no avail, in desperation, he had to ask Wang Yunqiang if he had any extra recording studio, saying that he wanted to record a few more episodes, Wang Yunqiang checked, and there happened to be free, so he applied for it, and followed Tang Zui to the recording studio to record.

It's still the studio where he recorded for the first time, it's still that radio DJ, it's still that seat, and there are still listeners, but she's the only one missing.

Tang Zui closed his eyes, sighed slightly in his heart, and then slowly spoke:

"Welcome to the long "Chen Ergou's Demon Life", the eleventh chapter of the second volume of "Someone in the Chen Family is called Fusheng", a lifetime? Good! ”

"Chen Ergou always thought that his mother would live to be very old, live to be full of silver, sit on the kang and 'get' Sun An to enjoy his old age, he never thought that she would leave his own world, in fact, anyone can die, just her mother who can't close her eyes is gone, so abrupt that Chen Ergou doesn't even have time to brew pathos......"

The voice is faintly pathetic, and it complements each other with the words of the previous paragraph, as Tang Zui's assistant Liu Ting, and the recording engineer Wang Yunqiang, they are listening to Tang Zui's recording almost every issue, but I don't know why, after they heard Tang Zui's words, they actually had an urge to cry.

They don't know that this is not the effect that can be achieved by a simple supreme version of the voice, but because Tang Zui thought of Dong Shanshan, he integrated his thoughts about Dong Shanshan into this chapter, and this emotion was vividly exerted in the final stage of this chapter:

"'Then how long are you going to stay in Nanjing?' Chen Ergou asked in a flat tone as much as possible.

'How long do you want it to be?' Cao Pujia tilted her head slightly and looked at Chen Ergou with a smile.

'A week. Chen Ergou hesitated for a moment to give an answer, and when he saw Cao Pujia's eyes that could 'hole' people's hearts, he was weak for a while, scratched his head, and said with a smile: "A month." ”

Cao Pujia was still smiling and silent, which was quite a master's demeanor.

'One year! Chen Ergou, who couldn't stand Cao Pujia's eyes, shouted out, with a posture that Lao Tzu would still be a good man twenty years after he was beheaded after saying this.

Cao Pujia just didn't speak, and that smiling face was called a disaster for the country and the people.

'Uncle grass, don't 'force' me to tell the truth! Chen Ergou was furious, "For a lifetime!" ’

Cao Pujia finally spoke, and said a word softly, but it was earth-shattering: "Okay." ’”

Perhaps it was a coincidence that this chapter that Tang Zui read seemed to be strikingly similar to what happened to him, but it was so funny.

Cao Pujia promised Chen Ergou "for life", but Dong Shanshan left him for reasons he didn't know.

There was envy and blessing in his voice, and at the same time, there was a little inexplicable grievance in his heart.

After calming down for a few seconds, Tang Zui looked at the time and continued: "Volume 2, Chapter 12......"

Half an hour, in the blink of an eye, after recording this issue, Tang Zui asked Wang Yunqiang, is there anyone to use next, Wang Yunqiang shook his head, signaling that Tang Zui could continue recording.

Tang Zui did not refuse, turned on the recording button, and continued to start his own recording until he got off work at noon.

After getting off work, Tang Zui was still in the recording studio, and Liu Ting and Wang Yunqiang left.

He was alone, facing the cold machine, telling his thoughts about Dong Shanshan in a way.

Dong Shanshan has been away for two days, and she has also arrived in Qinghai, except for sending him a text message to report that he is safe, there is no news, Tang Zui knows that people like Dong Shanshan, after returning to the place where they should stay, are almost isolated from the world he is in.

Without the audience, there is no need for Tang Zui to pretend anymore, what he said in this issue is very unsmooth, not that there is a mistake in memory, but that there is a too violent 'wave' movement in emotion, from the end of work to the half hour before going to work, Tang Zui took almost two hours.

The Spirit of the Flame looked at a burst of distress, although what its "heart" was, this is not known for the time being, but this is not the point, the point is that it feels very pitiful.

He was originally ugly, and he finally found a girl who looked very smart, but she was still a master in the ancient martial arts world, and he was not from the same world; And what's even more tragic is that the two finally made substantial 'sexual' progress, and the girl who didn't dislike him for being ugly and smelly in temper suddenly disappeared.

After recording the show, he went out for a casual meal, and returned to the office, of course, he once again buried that longing in a place where no one could find it except the Spirit of the Fire.

In the afternoon, Tang Zui 'took time' to record another issue, and the rest of the time was spent in the process of code writing.

Because of work, people can miss less.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Tang Zui still didn't leave, asked Wang Yunqiang for the key, refused his accompaniment, talked to the person on duty, and entered the recording studio alone again.

I recorded two more episodes, and at nine o'clock in the evening, I took a taxi and started to return home.

In the taxi, there was a song, "Life is more than what is in front of you", but unfortunately, because it was dark and Tang Zui was still sitting in the back seat, the driver did not recognize that the person sitting in his car was Tang Zui.

At about 9:40, I arrived at the Yunyuan community.

In the winter night, in addition to the dim lights, the Yunyuan community is pitch black and quiet.

When he is lonely, it is easiest to evoke the most fragile memories of people, although he can't see the red 'color' Audi A4L that is looking for someone to park in the garage at this time, but he still misses her.

"Hey!" Tang Zui sighed, lit a cigarette, squatted on the opposite side of the garage, and stared blankly at the closed garage door, gloomy.

After smoking a cigarette, Tang Zui raised his head, looked at the 'gloomy' sky, listened to the angry cry of the 'yin' wind, squinted his eyes slightly, and muttered with his face: "Is Qinghai a sunny day?" ”