Maybe because this is Gu Lingyun's curtain call concert, the reward gifts have gradually increased, and there is a posture of catching up with the first singing. One Stroke Pavilion More Good

Gu Lingyun didn't play the emotional card. This time it was really the last time I sang on the live stream. There's no point in singing anymore, and there are very few gifts you can get, so it's better to take advantage of this time to live more in the game and show off your operations.

Since then, the golden basin has washed its hands.

"Good people are safe, you are all good people." Gu Lingyun bent down slightly to thank him.

"How do you feel that the anchor has become an eight-bag elder of the Tianqiao Beggar Gang? Fortunately, people have a safe life. ”

"You're a good guy, but we're not suitable."

"Good guy card delivered."

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There are all kinds of barrages, and Gu Lingyun is not unusual, this is not strange. The brain hole of the water friend cannot be filled and blocked.

Gu Lingyun happily calculated the share of income he could get this time, and smiled.

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Hanchuan at night, the lights are bright.

The light that shimmers under the moon is the eyes of dreams. Bright small steamers, rowing across the river, ripple in bursts. "Flying Mirror Under the Moon", the mirror swaying in the water.

Dancers also appeared on the riverside, waving their sleeves, like flying clouds, dancing, attracting countless passers-by to stop and watch.

The surface of the river is illuminated by the bustling neon lights in the distance. Twinkle and flash, spreading ripples.

A few boats cut a mark on the water.

Occasionally, the sound of a lute or a piano can be heard.

"The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed." The tourists on the painting boat also seem to feel the meaning of "Jiangzhou Sima Qingyi wet".

The sound of ancient musical instruments closely follows the night, echoing the dancing on the riverside.

Someone took a photo and sighed, "The heavens peep into the night and pity the sad story; The sorrowful eyes, the falling tears, washed away the silence of the night. The weeping rose interprets the poignant feelings. ”

There are also people standing on the riverside, looking at the ripples on the river and sighing, "The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night." ”

The bell came leisurely, accompanied by the hazy night, accompanied by the cool night breeze, everything can be thought, everything can be put aside, and I took a breath gently, it seems that there is a faint fragrance of flowers, a long and faint and refreshing spleen.

The streets of the downtown area are bustling with people, and for those who live in the city center, the nightlife is just beginning.

Countless lanterns are like stars falling from the sky, scattered on the sky, which is very dazzling.

Billboards hang above people's heads, dazzling with brilliant lights.

In the windows of roadside shops, under the soft lighting, all kinds of exquisite ornaments are exuding brilliance.

The plastic mannequins wore exquisite costumes and showed graceful figures, as if encouraging people outside the window to come in, seducing those who wavered in their hearts.

A pair of young men and women snuggled up to each other and walked into the bar and KTV, holding crystal clear glass glasses, and the aroma of wine permeated people's hearts.

Restaurants, bars, clubhouses, parks······ There are many places in the city that bring people joy, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.

The haze of the disaster that shrouded people's hearts was gradually dissolved in this bright light.

Whether you are poor or rich, ugly or prosperous, taciturn or passionate, everyone has their own laughter. It's just that there is satisfaction, happiness, loss, ridicule, and sudden laughter·······

In the brightly lit office building, some people are still working overtime. For a mouthful of food and clothing, or for the ideal that is reluctant to give up. Stand up and grab a cup of hot water from the water dispenser, or make a cup of coffee to refresh yourself, and can't help but walk to the glass window and watch the dark night outside. The night was as thick as freshly ground ink, so deep that it could not be dissolved.

In a cheap rental house, someone is wrenching and tape and battling leaking water pipes for a night's rest.

In the brightly lit house, someone hung all kinds of decorations, set up a table of wine and snacks, and the sound of music was particularly noisy. The party for the night has just begun.

In the café on the side of the road, surrounded by the aroma, someone with a laptop is holding a laptop and revising his plan word by word, then opening the mailbox and sending it to his boss.

In the small Internet café, in the smoke, some people coughed while revising their resumes on the computer, and then opened the recruitment website and sent them to the mailboxes of various companies one by one.

In front of the food stalls, some people are playing with wine, and some people are half-lying on chairs, enjoying a comfortable time. Someone put their shoulders on their backs and shouted, "Brother, another one." "Someone ate a few skewers and drank two bottles of beer, and for some reason, suddenly hid his face and cried bitterly.

In the hotel box, in the staggered room, unknown secrets were revealed. Some people flattered and toasted, some rushed to the bathroom and threw up, rinsed their mouths, and then could only return to their seats and drink with laughter.

On the road, taxis and online car-hailing cars are passing back and forth, like worker ants.

On the grass, some old people gathered together in groups, playing tai chi or playing chess, not chattering.

In the square of the park, with the sound of folk songs or some special pop music, women with white sideburns and even white frost twisted their bodies, enlivening their muscles and bones.

On a bench, a homeless man covers himself with a newspaper, retracts his head into it, and falls asleep.

On the overpass, the person pulling the speaker struggled to crawl to the center with both hands.

In the underground passage, several people played guitars, and in front of them was a tin box or a cardboard box, which contained scattered change. The singing gradually reached the steps, and when the people who came down heard it, they couldn't help but quicken their pace, trying to hear it clearly.

"It was a beautiful night, and the flowers were falling asleep in a hazy throat under the breeze of the breeze, but they were fragrant. The moths under the flowers are holding a concert, and the singing is very moving. Yes! I feel like ······" In the bushes, several elementary school students were writing essays, muttering twice from time to time.

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Such a scene is staged in every city in the country, but most of the time, human feelings are not connected, and no one cares how others live. All they know is that they have survived this catastrophe and that it will eventually pass. Everyone also has their own way of life, living environment.

Most of the time, we can't understand other people's lifestyles. It's not that a full man doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry, but he can't empathize.

For most people, trying to live their lives is already doing their best. One Person, One Autumn: