Not far from Li Yi's house, a black business car was quietly parked in the alley, and in the car, An Ran and Bai Xiaogang sat in the front and passenger seats, waiting quietly.

An Ran and Bai Xiaogang originally came out to arrest a very cunning fugitive today because they received the news, but they happened to be bumped into by Feng Shuangshuang, who said that she was going to do something and could help arrest people by the way.

It just so happens that this fugitive is very cunning, and he has escaped from them several times, with the help of Feng Shuangshuang, the unpredictable antique shop owner, and is in love with An Ran.

Soon, Feng Shuangshuang appeared on the opposite side of the business car with the stiff master, and An Ran and Bai Xiaogang hurriedly got out of the car to meet them.

Bai Xiaogang took the initiative to take the stiff master in Feng Shuang's hands, An Ran opened the phone, clicked on the portrait scanning system developed inside, and swept the master's face.

After the portrait system was scanned, a red exclamation mark immediately appeared on An Ran's mobile phone, and then turned into a document, which was all the information of this master.

After An Ran saw it, a smile appeared on his face, and he thanked Feng Shuangshuang: "Sure enough, he is a fugitive who has been wanted and has been on the run for more than ten years, this time I really thank you boss for your help."

This guy's ability to escape and hide is so good that every time our people get the news and arrive, they are gone.

If it weren't for the boss to help you this time, I don't know if you could catch him, if he escaped, it would not be easy to find him. ”

"No thanks, I just happened to meet it, it's nothing." Feng Shuangshuang's voice said lightly, and he was about to turn around and leave.

Bai Xiaogang, who had not spoken on the side, saw that Feng Shuangshuang was about to leave, and hurriedly said in the back: "That, boss, thank you for saving me last time, I am grateful for the grace of saving my life." ”

Feng Shuangshuang glanced back at Bai Xiaogang, and said lightly: "It's not a life-saving grace, although that monster caught you, it didn't intend to harm anyone, even if I don't save you, I will be released when you finish listening to the play." ”

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Li Yi, a rising opera star in the sky, suddenly announced his decision to leave the stage temporarily when it was on fire, causing an uproar, and countless people were speculating about why Li Yi made this decision when it was on fire.

But there is no trace of the reason at all, because she made this decision suddenly, and even Li Yi's teachers and parents don't know why Li Yi did this.

Some people speculate that Li Yi had to quit the stage because of a voice problem, and some speculate that Li Yi left the stage because he was sad and disheartened.

As a result, a few days later, someone saw Li Yi appear in a well-known temple, and then began to speculate that Li Yi had seen through the red dust and wanted to become a monk.

And Li Yi didn't read any of these disturbing speculations, ignored any of them, and completely discarded all the news from the outside world, whether it was good or bad.

She said goodbye to her mother and her master and teacher who persuaded her, carried her luggage alone, and followed the little demon incarnated in Tsing Yi's costume to the misty Jiangnan in the smoke and rain.

Where did Li Yi rent a small courtyard, and began to seriously start from the most basic singing skills, and learn how to sing from scratch.

Three years later, Li Yi, who finally learned how to sing, returned again and announced her comeback, and on the stage, she performed her comeback with better singing skills than before.

That big drama ignited the hearts of all opera fans, everyone was cheering for her, and the opera ghost came back again, and she was already a veritable opera master.

This time's glory, Li Yina's heart is at ease, and she is no longer excited and confused by this, she maintains her original intention of loving drama, practicing singing skills diligently every day, and the little demon incarnated in Tsing Yi's costume has finally retired.

Now that there is no company of that little demon by her side, Li Yi remembers it deeply in her heart, which is the most important concern for her teacher and friend, in addition to her mother.

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In an antique shop, the noble son sat on the beam of clothes, looking out of the window of the antique store, silent for a long time, and the palace beauty on one side was lazily lying on the hanger.

She looked at the swaying bamboo forest outside the window and pouted: "What's so beautiful about this thousand-year-old scenery?" You watch it every day, and you can't get tired of it. ”

The noble prince looked back at her, his eyes were a little inexplicably complicated, and when he saw that the palace beauty was furious, she turned over and looked at each other with beautiful eyes: "I said, can you not be so hypocritical?" Look at me like that every day.

Don't you know who you are? Those grievances and grievances are not ours, they are our masters', those emotions, those pasts belong to them.

And what are we? The palace beauty couldn't help but laugh at herself when she said this: "We are just two monsters who have been imprisoned in this small hanger and have not been able to be free for thousands of years." ”

After the palace beauty finished speaking, she turned over directly and disappeared on the hanger, and the noble son on the other side pursed her lips, her eyes a little dim.

It was a long time before he muttered in a low, barely audible voice, "I know, I know." After saying that, he turned over and disappeared on the hanger.

The illusion of the scholar floated on the scholar's clothes on one side, and he hid behind the hanger and probed his head to look at the place where the palace beauty and the noble son had disappeared just now, and snorted lightly, and disappeared into the clothes again.

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In the lobby of an antique shop, Feng Shuangshuang is entertaining guests, she is wearing a cheongsam in the blue color of the rain today, there is no variegation on the whole body, only the phoenix dark lines of the same color show off most of the hem of the clothes.

The slender fingers held the handle of the purple clay pot, the spout was tilted, and the bright yellow tea was slowly poured into the cup.

The scene of the beauty cooking tea is pleasing to the eye, but Jia Jinmeng's eyes fell on the purple clay pot in Fengshuang's hands, and they couldn't be separated, and what really fascinated him was the pleasant phoenix chirping sound when the purple clay pot reached the water.

Jia Jinmeng is a master of making purple clay pots, so he knows very well that the purple clay pot in Feng Shuang's hands is a rare treasure for Duomi.

Because this purple clay pot is not an ordinary purple clay pot, but a phoenix pot, the phoenix pot is not named because of its appearance, but because it will make a phoenix sound when pouring tea.

The so-called Fengming pot, not only the production process requirements are exquisite, but also can not be artificially made, Fengming pot is famous for burning thousands of kilns may not be able to get one.

No matter how good the master with a good memory is, he can't make a Fengming pot by himself, and whether he can burn a Fengming pot depends on luck, which leads to the value of the Fengming pot is rare.

As a master of purple clay pots, Jia Jinmeng's greatest wish is to burn a phoenix pot, but after so many years, he has only seen it a few times, but he has not made any of them.

And all the Fengming pots he had seen were not as delicate as the Fengming pots in Fengshuang's hands.