Xiao Xuan heard what Richelieu said as a matter of course, his heart fluttered like a feather, and he asked tentatively like ascending to an immortal: "Can ants without strength defend the truth?" ”

"What is unreasonable only progresses in a state of lingering, because no matter how many detours the rebels take, right and just are the final answer and the end. "Richelieu is confident," Richelieu is confident, "The reason why existence is reasonableness is because reason replaces existence."www.biquge.info ”

Xiao Xuan said: "I don't understand. ”

Richelieu said: "He has been working hard, and we believe that Zhuang Yan will do it. ”

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Zhuang Yan was denied a visa.

Just like in the previous ten years, even if you are busy and sweaty, you still hit a wall without accident.

At the same time, the news of Song Dan's engagement came from the Qifeng base, and Wei Xu's red post email was sent to everyone's mailbox. Although Zhuang Yan was expelled from the base and could not attend, Wei Xu seemed to have forgotten to write off Zhuang Yan's name during the group post. So when Zhuang Yan checked his mailbox, he saw the big red engagement invitation card lying happily in his mailbox, and on the red post was the visa rejection email from the Israeli embassy.

Only then did he remember that Israel was a key target of Rothschild Banking. It was easy for him to refuse a visa.

He wanted to spread his wings and fly high, but he fluttered in the invisible birdcage - a mere letter of rejection put all his plans on hold.

Whether Song Dan is engaged or not, in fact, it is none of his business. She is already twenty-eight years old, and she is naturally rushing to get married, although Wei Xu and Zhuang Yan are incompatible, the conditions are quite excellent, and there is nothing to blame in theory - but this email and the rejection letter should lie in Zhuang Yan's mailbox, which still makes his body inexplicably cold, and his five and six intestines fall down like iron.

He didn't seem to be able to do anything about going abroad - the Dead Sea Scrolls were the ones Michael's most likely clue to, but he didn't have the chance to see them. As for Song Dan's engagement, he deliberately didn't think about it, and would rather recite the teacher's table than experience his thoughts and feelings.

He remembered the hangover of that night, and the feeling of despair and decadence at the beginning was like a cold wave, and it lingered again.

He was like a student who had finished the college entrance examination, he was still nervous and busy just now, and the next second he was so empty and dazed that he didn't know what to do. When he came back to his senses, he was already on his way to the nightclub.

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Zhuang Yan sang alone in KTV, and the waiter knocked on the door to deliver cold dishes and platters a few times, and his singing voice was still the same, singing one after another.

So when the door was pushed open, Zhuang Yan ignored it, looked at the colorful big screen and continued to sing.

That person seemed to be accustomed to the Zhuang Yan of concentration, so it didn't matter if he was ignored, he came in a few steps before holding his waist and smiled: "It's too wasteful to have only one person in the big box." ”

The singing stopped abruptly, Zhuang Yan turned his head to look, VV looked at him with his handbag, and looked at him with a playful look of sympathy. She painted ingenious light makeup, and her lips were still red and white in the dazzling box, but she was as light as no makeup, which really looked like a natural jade.

As always, she dresses up meticulously and meticulously maintains the delicacy of a woman. The top hat is leisurely crooked on the white hair, and every lock of neck-length silver hair is graceful and moving. Under the thin eyebrows, the right amount of eyeshadow makes her look forward to it, so that those who are seen will abruptly avoid her gaze. Pretty long eyelashes resemble small fans, mischievous when blinking and seductive when gazing. The big clear eyes can conjure up tens of thousands of expressions, glaring at you or aiming at you, looking at you or not looking at you, and the ever-changing emotions are piled up in those cherry-colored warm red pupils. With a straight nose and thin lips like petals, she is wearing a sexy shirt and tie and a small tight skirt, with serious shawl gloves and suspender stockings, she is as elegant and sexy as Zhuang Yan when she first met her, noble and simple.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

VV threw his handbag on the sofa uninvited, pulled his silver hair back to his neck with both hands, and said with a smile as he sat down, "I've worked so hard to find it." When I walked into KTV, I always suspected that the satellite positioning was wrong, who would be so bitter that a person would sing? I didn't expect it to be. ”

She couldn't help but smile and looked at Zhuang Yan, there was smugness and teasing in her smile, while picking up the cold dish, pinching a duck's neck and biting it gently, looking at Zhuang Yan and laughing: "But it's not a loss, I can actually hear Dr. Zhuang singing, my vacation is worth it." It should be ......" halfway through the words, her beautiful eyes widened, and she hurriedly put down the cold dish and shouted: "It's so spicy, so spicy!" How can this thing be more dusty than mixed with chili peppers! You didn't even tell me it was so spicy! Tears swirled in his eyes, his mouth opened slightly, his little hand fanned the wind desperately, stuck out his tongue in embarrassment from time to time, and the other hand groped around on the table in a panic, grabbed a bottle of beer and drank a few sips, then wiped his lips with a tissue, looked at Zhuang Yan and said: "It turns out that you love to eat this, and that's how your duck throat comes from." ”

Then no one answered, and only eason's MV chant was left in the box:

Forgive me for not sending flowers anymore,

The wound should be scarred,

The petals are spread all over the heart, and the cemetery is afraid.

If you don't, I won't marry

and one another shall be cremated

Waiting for a day for a lifetime comes at a cost

VV was tired of talking to himself for a long time, and listened to Eason sing these words in silence, then leaned back on the sofa, picked up the microphone with his left hand and put it to his mouth, rested his right hand on his lap, and continued to sing at the screen:

Who knows that those hands are difficult for you to have by hugging.

To have, you must first know how to accept loss.

I have traveled along the snowy road,

Why weep for good deeds,

Who can make Mt. Fuji private with love.

VV's beautiful and tactful voice is extremely accurate, and the ups and downs of the melody can make waves in people's hearts. But she just sang quietly, like she was the only one in the box, singing the song she wanted to sing the most with the most comfortable posture. Zhuang Yan sat on the high stool with his knees folded, and kept looking at VV's unfazed pretty face, listening to the singing of the flowing water. Then he seemed to come back to his senses, only to realize that he had been silent for too long, and bowed his head and continued to sing with her:

Why don't you assume that the sad feeling is from your fiction,

I couldn't find it in the test tube, staining my eyes.

The former dust hardens like a stone,

Leave where you are and flee.

I'm not rare, and if I go around the street for a week, I'll be gone.

After singing this song, Zhuang Yan stood up and sat next to VV. The girl happily took the bottle of beer she had opened and gave him a bottle, and her little hand held her own bottle, touched it lightly, and said as she stroked her silver hair back to the back of her neck, "When you are done singing, you will drink all the wine." ”

Zhuang Yan nodded, touched the bottle with her, raised his head and blew half of it, hiccuped and turned his head to look at VV, her eyes fell in fright, the girl had already drunk the whole bottle, and was holding a tissue to wipe the foam on her lips.

"You can drink that?" Zhuang Yan finally squeaked.

VV looked at him sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder generously: "You can drink half of it, do what you can." ”

The playlist has bottomed out, and the prelude to the next song lingers in a lingering prelude. VV shouted, "You sing yours, I'll order a song." He moved to the front of the singing platform, ordered all the songs that Zhuang Yan could sing, and then turned his head and urged: "Sing." ”

Zhuang Yan moved over, sat next to VV, and continued to sing. VV stood up and bent down to open all sixty-four bottles of beer, cold white smoke wafting out of the bottles. She opened the bottle and thought, "Is he going to drink until he dies?" Fortunately, I caught it. (To be continued.) )