Chapter 169: People who are blown away by the wind (continued)

Chapter 169, People Who Are Blown by the Wind (Continued)
There are still two hours and the party is about to begin.
Zhang Yurui is busy greeting some guests who arrived early.
Gu Yuezhai may be just a place where the antiques are famous, but another industry belonging to Zhang’s family is where most of the rich have to be polite.
"Miss, the bell family is here."
Shi Shijie whispered at the side of Zhang Yurui.
Zhang Yurui nodded: "Uncle Shijie, trouble you here to help me to greet other guests. I personally pick up the clock."
Shi Shijie suddenly said: "Miss, the old lady said that if the old man came, she would take her to where."
When Zhang Yurui slammed, he nodded and applied. Today, Miss Zhang Da, who wore a dress, took a light touch, but it was the white lotus among the many colorful banquets in the banquet venue.
"Hey, isn't this a total? Long time no see!"
Suddenly someone called Shi Shijie's name behind him. He turned around and immediately put on a smile and looked at the humanity: "Mr. Wu, I haven't seen it for a long time."
The incoming Wu Qiubin asked the secretary around him to hand over the gift, and took Shi Shijie to chat. Wu Qiubin glanced at the signing table of the guest and suddenly said: "Shi Zong, we have known each other for more than ten years. Mrs. Zhang always likes to be quiet, although this is a big life... but all of a sudden, I have come so much. Man, man, can you tell me, is there anything else the old lady has?"
Shi Shijie cloud lightly said: "The old lady does have some arrangements. But I will keep it secret for the time being, and Mr. Wu will know later."
"That's okay! I will wait and see what good things will be." Wu Qiubin smiled. "You are busy first, I am looking for someone."
"Slow down."
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"Turn off your calls."
As usual, Fang said in the room where the band rested. The performance of the orchestra, especially the performance of this classical music, requires very rigorous preparation.
Temporarily cut off the connection with the outside, let the members calm down, and cultivate the emotions during the performance, which is naturally a very important part.
As usual, Fang went to the side of Fang Jiping, who was looking at him. He sat down and said indifferently: "There are people with heads and faces outside, and this face gives you a bad impression."
Fang Jiping reluctantly hangs a smile.
Fang Ruchang said: "Listen, ten years of work in the audience, ten minutes on the stage. Even if you are so good in the past, but on the stage of playing, as long as you fail once, then it is a waste of work. You can be confused or irritated. But when you pick up the violin, you are just a violinist, nothing else."
Fang Jiping took a deep breath and patted the party as usual. "Dad, you can rest assured, I know what to do."
He lowered his head and put a rosin on the bow of the violin, very carefully.
Since I left again because of money... there is nothing to worry about.
Fang Jiping began to adjust his emotions. He turned off his phone, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about something.
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"虎娃...虎娃..."
Xiaoman suddenly woke up and saw that the aunt who was lying on the bed was talking in her sleep.
She hammered her shoulder and left the hospital for a day and night. The doctor said that the aunt's physical condition is very poor, and she has accumulated a lot of problems over the years and has lungs.
Xiaoman didn't find anything useful in this bag of aunts, even if it was drowning. Even the ID card was expired and could not be used.
She just knows that this aunt's name is Yang Ping. However, she found some leaflets in the bag - the leaflet she got in the hand of the little brother who posted the flyer downstairs.
Is it fate?
Xiaoman thought interestingly. He didn't expect that when he fell, he met this aunt who was looking for his son.
For twenty years, I have traveled to more than half of the country.
Xiaoman subconsciously grabbed the aunt's palm. The injury was here. The doctor said it was a new injury, but the fingers were bursting. Xiao Manshi is not thinking about how to make these injuries.
"Auntie, you will find yourself in the tiger." Xiaoman said softly.
Like the voice of Xiao Man, the aunt on the bed suddenly stopped her dreams. Xiaoman reached out on the aunt's forehead and couldn't help but rejoiced: "It seems to be a fever!"
The mood will be fine at once!
Xiaoman looked at the time subconsciously and thought about making a call to his boyfriend - the call you made was turned off.
Many performers will be like this before the show. Xiaoman also saw a lot of work in the theater... but it was a little depressed.
Stretching out, Xiaoman began to brush his friends circle boringly.
Strange public number.
"Hey, have I added this public number?" Curious Xiaoman looked at the dynamics of the public number.
- Friends circle crazy, scum middle-aged abuse of wandering aunt.
Xiaoman subconsciously opened the video... probably on the waterfront.
"Your son, where!"
"Tiger baby, tiger baby, mother to save you!"
Xiaoman opened her mouth all at once, and she looked at the scene in the video with anger... She didn’t know how to shoot this video, but it was too clear! Clear, she can see the middle-aged man and the wandering aunt in it!
The aunt who is here is clearly the aunt who is lying on the hospital bed!
But what's important is that Xiaoman also recognized the middle-aged man in the video. She was a little scared and couldn't believe it. "This...this seems to be Ji Ping's father?"
This river view... she has seen it before. That was where Fang Jiping once walked with her.
"This……"
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Look up at this towering hotel.
Luo Qiu couldn't help but frown... He clearly felt the breath of the Black Soul messenger here, and it was the Black Soul No. 9 he had seen.
Luo Qiu knows that this is the venue for Zhang’s old lady’s birthday banquet. She has been quietly coming in the past few times, observing Fang Jiping, but they have not sensed the presence of No. 9.
Luo Qiu personally sat down in a quiet place in the lobby of the hotel... Of course no one will notice who is here.
Soon after, a smoky black smoke came out of Luoqiu, and no one could see it.
"Black Soul 9, I have seen the master."
Listening to the voice of the Black Soul No. 9, Luo Qiu looked up and suddenly smiled and said: "A few days ago, I was going to see you, but then I encountered some delays, but I did not expect to be here. I met you."
"The subordinates did not expect to meet the owner here." Black Soul 9 calmly.
Luo Qiu curiously said: "You are here, are you following the new gold master?"
The Black Soul 9 was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Master, may I ask if my accumulated achievements over the years are enough for me to exchange my lost memories?"
Luo Qiu did not speak at this moment, just looked at the front and looked at the Miss Zhang Jiada who came out of the elevator. At this time, she went to the lobby.
At this time, the hotel came in a few people.
The bell fell into the dust and supported the old man, Zhong, followed by Cheng Yun, and the old man of the clock followed the Lao Luo for decades.
Luo Qiu suddenly looked at the Black Soul No. 9 and said indifferently: "You want to return to the memory of the Black Soul Messenger, for what?"
(End of this chapter)