"San'er, you look so good when you're serious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yang Busi stared at Yang Busan stupidly and said.

"Fuck off, don't talk to me with a hippie smile, people are annoying."

"What's the trouble, if you want to go, you can go, my brother supports you."

With a look of disgust, Yang Busan pouted and didn't bother to talk.

Yang Busi learned from Yang Busan's appearance, pouted and said: "A woman who leaves the house can't support the 'hen'." ”

"Who are you talking about?"

A woman's violence can usually kill a person with a single look.

"Ahem...... To be serious, why didn't your director let you go? ”

"It's nothing, because one of the seven women was a reporter."

"Dead?"

"Dead."

Simple, without the slightest embellishment.

This is not an interview, this is TM's search for death.

The evil of that place not only harmed the people of the village, but also those from outside.

Yang Busi's spirit began to wander, "San'er, or we ......"

"I have to go, it's the responsibility of the journalists." Yang Busan stared at Yang Busi's eyes and said.

Busan has been a serious woman since she was a child, and when she was very young, her grandmother taught kindergarten children to learn to write, and Yang Busan learned the best.

Because she is short-sighted, congenital myopia, it is a lot more difficult to learn to take care of others.

There is a bird whose wings can only be stretched once in a lifetime.

It flies highest, because it knows that stopping is the time of death, and it has to do its best in the face of innate disasters.

Yang Busan is a birdman, dancing his wings to intensify in the storm.

Life, you punched me, just to encourage me to kill you with the courage.

"Then go, I'll be with you."

Yang Busi leaned back on the sofa and said indifferently.

"No, you can't go, I'm ...... Besides, how to go about it, the director didn't approve this case at all, and there was not even a cameraman. ”

Yang Busan's voice became smaller and smaller, and he looked aggrieved.

"Call me."

"What?"

As he spoke, he obediently handed over the phone in action.

"It's worthy of working in the media, there are so many contacts in the phone book, eh? Who is this man's tm, my rough name is too j* intimate......"

Yang Busi looked at the address book in Yang Busan's mobile phone, and the more he looked at his face, the greener he became.

For two minutes, Yang Busi angrily threw the phone back into Yang Busan's arms.

"Solved, I'm hungry."

Without waiting for Yang Bu to reply, Yang Bu staggered and put on his shoes and went out.

"I'm sick, what's wrong?"

Yang Busi was angry again, and Yang Busan's face was speechless.

Glancing at the phone, poof, Yang Busan couldn't help laughing.

A contact in the mobile phone address book, the remarks name was changed by Yang Busi, and the cameraman Wang was changed to a cement bearer.

Yang Busi also sent a short message to the other party, "Brother Wang, I am the third sister." You know the thing, can you help me. I need you. ”

Walking out of the lounge, Yang Busi squatted in the corridor and played mobile games like a turtle.

"Fool, stop playing, aren't you hungry, here."

The two had just walked a few steps when Yang Busan's mobile phone rang.

When I took it out, it was a short message from Lao Wang.

"Yang, thank you for remembering me at such an important time. When to set off, you say, Lao Wang will always be your reliance on the road to take-off. I want to be the tree of your life, I want (for the sake of the reader, the author omits three hundred words)"

"Yang Busi, don't run, see if I don't kill you!"

......

"It's worthy of the provincial Taiwan, and the food is so good."

Listening to Yang Busi's broken thoughts stuffed with chicken sausages, Yang Busan's face was black.

"This is your eldest sister and I spent money to buy it, who told you that you don't need to spend money to eat in the canteen. You think that the big pot of rice in 58 years is expensive. ”

"Phew, capitalist nouveau riche, social dregs and rich people, the eight lambs who suck the flesh and blood of the working people and cry poverty everywhere."

"Yang Busi, I'm very formal to ask you something."

"Say."

"Have you ever seen a horror blockbuster in the United States, called Kill You with My Eyes."

"Heh, heh......"

"San'er, let's get down to business. , if we really go, you won't kill me when you come back. ”

"Poof!"

"Why, I'm afraid. Don't worry, even if you kill, it's the king of the murderer, what's your business. Don't be sentimental. ”

......

"I'm your stranger, and I know you where I can't reach you. Good night. ”

A voice message was sent in the audience group, lying on the bed, Yang Busi mentally counted the next schedule.

On the fourth day of September, a week should be fine.

The embarrassment is that after the fourth day of the junior high school, in five days, I first accepted Huang Kuaikuai, and then went to find those immortal celebrities.

"Heh, heh."

Yang Busi sneered at the ceiling.