in the cabin.

Li Meiqi took the snack and smiled.

&Qi, don't you like to eat pistachios and the like? ”

Yang Xue sat aside and asked suspiciously.

&Hey. ”

Li Meiqi chuckled lightly and did not answer, but continued to eat snacks happily. But while eating, her feelings became more and more depressed, and finally she looked at the snacks in her hand blankly, frowning slightly, and didn't know what she was thinking.

& Qi, Maggie. ”

Yang Xue shouted several times in a row, and Li Meiqi suddenly came back to her senses.

&What's the matter, Sister Xue? ”

Li Meiqi's voice was weak.

&& After you go, you'll have to get ready for the concert at the Red Pavilion. During the Spring Festival, you have to rehearse carefully. ”

&

Li Meiqi replied casually, looking a little absent-minded.

& Qi, there is basically no major problem with your condition, Master Xie is really a superb doctor. Yang Xue diverted the topic and asked, "In the past year, what have you gained from studying music theory with Master Zhu?" ”

&? Sister Xue, what did you just ask? ”

Li Meiqi's fair face showed a hint of redness, and her expression was a little bold.

&Qi, will you go back to Huaihe next year to study music with Master Zhu? ”

Yang Xue asked suddenly.

>> Go back. ”

Li Meiqi replied casually.

She went to Huaihe, first, to learn music, but in fact, the main thing was to cure diseases. Zhu Yufeng studied music theory intensively, and her medical skills were also quite proficient, so she didn't bother the two masters, so her uncle Zhou Lingfeng directly recommended her to Zhu Yufeng's door, who would have expected it. Zhu Yufeng was not very sure about the treatment of her illness, and it was because of Li Meiqi's trip to Beijing that Li Meiqi was born.

>> I want to go back. Li Meiqi strengthened her tone and affirmed. As if to better convince myself, "I still have a lot to learn." ”

Yang Xue sighed. said: "Then you have to work harder during the Spring Festival." ”

It was originally planned that during the Spring Festival, Li Meiqi would perform two solo performances in the Red Pavilion, and three more after the Spring Festival, if Li Meiqi would return to Huaihe to study with Zhu Yufeng in the coming year, the plan would definitely be greatly changed, and at least two more solo singing during the Spring Festival would naturally increase significantly.

The plane began to taxi down the runway, and in a moment it was in the air.

Li Meiqi stared out the window blankly, and her thoughts didn't know where she had drifted away.

Suddenly. Her eyes lit up.

In the distance, there was a person staring at the plane that was taking off, although this person was too small to see clearly, but Li Meiqi was extremely sure.

It's definitely him!

Uncle, wait for me, I will definitely come back.

Ling Feng sat in the bus, looking up at the blue sky, for some reason, his feelings were very low.

The bus stops and goes, and passengers go up and down.

Overpass station. A young man with a Uyghur face, carrying a backpack with a black laptop, walked to the window in the middle of the bus and sat down.

Ling Feng glanced at it, unimpressed.

Two stops. The Uighur-faced young man got out of the bus, leaving his notebook backpack on the bus.

Ling Feng shouted twice.

The young man squeezed out of the bus without looking back.

Standing on the side of the road, the young man watched as he slowly started the bus. A spooky smile was revealed.

Ling Feng's heart tightened, and an extremely uneasy feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

& Parking. ”

Ling Feng shouted as he grabbed a few steps in the crowd. One picked up the notebook backpack that the young man had left behind in the car.

The bus is crowded and very crowded.

The driver heard someone shouting. He muttered a few words in his mouth, disagreed, and continued to drive.

Ling Feng held the backpack, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was even stronger.

At this time, Ling Feng could no longer be allowed to think carefully. Ignoring the passengers' swearing, he grabbed a window seat, exhaled and screamed, smashed a piece of glass with a punch, and threw his notebook backpack out of the window with all his strength in the stunned eyes of the passengers.

The driver heard the noise, stepped on the brakes, and was about to open his mouth to curse.

& With a loud bang, the laptop backpack suddenly exploded violently as it flew in the air.

The strong shock wave shattered all the windows of the bus, pushing the bus to move crookedly to the side. A small car located in the explosion range was torn to pieces by the explosion in an instant, and dozens of cars were smashed into a ball in a row.

The passengers on the bus were stunned at first, and then suddenly shouted in unison, making a mess, smashing the windows and saving the passengers, and no one paid attention to them for a while.

Ling Feng took advantage of the chaos, jumped out of the bus window, and ran towards the bus platform at the previous stop.

When the Uighur-faced young man saw someone chasing him, he ran away.

The two chased and fled on the side of the road, and ran away in a moment.

At this time, the whole road section was already in chaos, and the sound of sirens, ambulances, fire trucks, and shouts was mixed together, and it was extremely noisy.

Where did the Uyghur youth outrun Ling Feng, and they were chased closer and closer by Ling Feng.

As a last resort, the Uyghur youth suddenly changed direction to cross the road, but fortunately, he was lucky enough to pass through the endless traffic. Standing on the side of the road, the Uyghur youth crossed his waist and panted, looking at Ling Feng across the road, his eyes flashing with victory.

Suddenly, a runaway truck suddenly jumped out and hit the Uyghur youth on the side of the road with a "bang". The Uyghur youth's body drew a strange arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Ling Feng rushed across the road.

The Uyghur youth was bleeding and collapsed on the ground like mud, and he had already died of exhaustion.

Ling Feng searched the young man's body, and found only a wallet and a mobile phone.

At the same time, several terrorist attacks occurred in the city of Beijing.

Bomb terrorist attacks occurred on subway trunk lines, airport buses, railway station squares, long-distance bus stations, and other places, causing huge property losses and countless casualties in a short period of time.

The whole of Beijing was in the dark cloud of terrorist attacks.

The responsible person of the Ministry of Public Security immediately issued a public announcement, claiming that the Chinese Government will absolutely not bow down to terrorists and will mobilize the strength of the whole country to fight the terrorist attacks to the end.

All of a sudden, the Ministry of Public Security, the State Security Bureau, and other powerful agencies mobilized capable forces to begin a comprehensive investigation into the terrorist attack, and several well-trained special forces began to assemble in Beijing.

On the "......" display screen, a bearded man with a Xinjiang face is excitedly telling something in Uyghur, waving his arms from time to time to strengthen his tone.

There is an instant translator on site.

According to the Xinjiang people in the picture, the terrorist attack was carried out by the "East Turkestan Islamic Movement" organization, and the main purpose was to fight a holy war for the first time.

& The Xinjiang people in the interview are none other than Chekov, an important leader of the East Turkestan Islamic Movement. An intelligence officer pointed to the screen and gave a brief introduction to the various bigwigs in the conference room.

& Didn't a recent arrest of Chekov be organized? How did it get to the way it is! ”

After watching the video, the conference room fell into a brief dullness, when an abrupt voice sounded, with a tone of asking for guilt. (To be continued......)

& Yesterday on the shelves, today I saw that I actually received a monthly pass. Yutian was both surprised and delighted, but even more frightened, so he could only hurry up to update a chapter to express his gratitude. It should be noted that Yutian is not a professional writer, the writing progress has been very slow, and there is no manuscript in this book, and this chapter has just taken two hours to write. Thank you all for your support! Thank you!