Dreadful Radio Game - v3 Chapter 1075 I am the show host (the end of the book)

"Come, let's go together!"

The fat man held a small flag in his hand and wore a dark yellow robe, commanding a group of young men and women who were also wearing robes in front of him.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

Some people take wooden swords, some take sputum, some boast, some drums, some scream,

The messy rural white matter music team appeared to be orderly under the fat man's training. Everyone followed their tone to do their own things, each performing their duties, revealing a solemn and solemn feeling, sympathetic symphony The group is both visually conscious!

The fat man jumped up and down and directed every detail.

He is very careful, because this is his career and his life.

This team is all his.

"Good, stop!"

The fat man held the flag in his hand and signaled everyone to stop.

“咚咚咚咚咚!!!!”

The drums rushed, and finally came to an emergency stop.

Everyone stopped the action, stood neatly, and then everyone quickly took a long sign from the cuff, similar to the one held in the hands of the ancient minister.

The fat man also took a token from his pocket like a juggler.

Then all the people behind him followed up with his actions:

"Congratulations Mr. Zhao Lao is in Xianban!"

“啪啪啪啪!!!!!!”

There was a round of applause from all around.

The director of the funeral home was very pleased to be a middle-aged man wearing a suit: "Mr. Zhao, is this still satisfactory?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied, the hope of the day of the trip is this effect."

"Do not worry, this is for sure. This is the most important project of our funeral home. We Chinese people still need to carry forward our own culture and funeral culture, which is actually a kind of our traditional culture."

"Yes, yes, I believe that my father will rest in the Spirit of Heaven."

"Ok."

The director of the funeral home told the deputy director to sign the list. He went to the fat man who was drinking water and rested on the side, and reached for the shot on the shoulder of the fat man.

"August, you are doing very well."

"Thank you, the curator, can you give the brothers some bonuses?"

"No problem, I will give you a bonus every time I receive a single order, and I will do it!"

The curator encouraged everyone, and then left.

"August brother, you are really amazing, this is much more than we used to run white things everywhere in the countryside." A young man leaned in front of the fat man to flatter.

"Where is this? Where is it? After changing the Ming dynasty, I will drum up an Eight Immortals and cross the sea array, completely illuminating their dog eyes." The fat man seems very casual, indeed, compared to his previous move to reclaim the mountains and the sea, now It’s just that the commander of the hundred and tenth people has a flower shelf, and there is really no countertop.

But life, the important thing is the renminbi, the rest, it doesn't matter.

"Right, Bayi, are you going to watch the fun later?"

"What is the excitement? This is a funeral home. What is the good thing about the liveliness of the dead?"

"I heard that a black man's body was sent here, and it was going to be cremated in the afternoon. Others have seen it more than cremation. I really want to see if the black ash is the color of the scorpion after the cremation."

The young man only said to himself, and did not pay attention to his eight-faced brother's entire face was scared and deformed.

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"Master, hard work."

"Master, go to my home tonight."

"Master, go to my house."

"Amitabha, thank you all the donors, just for today's work, not finished yet."

The monk was wearing a robe, and the shovel in his hand was still shoveling. Behind him, he was a middle-aged man in a suit and a suit.

"Master, why is this even Jide?"

"Ran." The monk responded.

"Then I will donate more money to the village tomorrow, and find an engineering team to renovate this mountain road. Is it also Jide?"

"Jide has to be a limp." The monk replied.

"Understood, Master, I understand."

In the crowd, there are many outstanding officials, but they continue to do the work at hand under the leadership of the seven laws. For them, money and other enjoyment are somewhat bearish. How to accumulate morality for future generations is The focus of their concerns.

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The spring breeze and the hustle and bustle, downstairs of the Pudong International Airport terminal, there are many passengers waiting for taxis.

Ying Yinger was a bit thinner than half a year ago. Her body was originally slightly better, but now it seems a little weak.

The school is over. She just returned from the United States and returned to the magic capital.

For her, life has to continue anyway, she does not allow herself to have the slightest slack, every moment, she needs to live the most exquisite.

Because she was worried, not knowing when, the man would appear in front of her, she did not want her to see her decadent and ugly side.

This is the commonality that every woman has in common. Women are pleasing to others, and no one can escape.

"Hello, still know me?"

A man stood behind Ying Yinger.

Ying Yinger turned back and saw a man in a burgundy suit. The man’s clothes were rigorous, and every detail of the whole body was meticulous. Most importantly, he should be sitting on the same plane with himself. The aircraft that has been sitting for so long can still be absolutely refined, enough to show the attachment of the other party in this detail.

"Hello, I really don't know." Ying Yinger responded.

"You used to open a clinic. Our company is upstairs and is a game company." The man reminded.

"Oh, remember, hello."

"Do you want to go back?" the man asked. "Let's go, it's not very convenient to call the car, my boss is driving."

"No need to worry, I have friends to pick me up." Ying Yinger refused.

"Is he back?"

"What?" Ying Yinger could not understand.

"Oh, didn't come back." The man shook his head. "If he comes back, let me know."

The man took a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his mobile phone number. There is no direct contact with WeChat or other contact information.

"I have a relationship with him," the man explained.

"Is it Su Bai?" Ying Yinger asked.

"Yes, it is him." The man took a deep breath and spit it out. "Although the air of the magical capital is not good in California, but back here, I feel that my life has regained momentum."

"Good luck with your work."

"You too."

(California law allows same-sex marriage - --- Xiaolong press)

A man drove a car and pressed the horn.

"My boss came to pick me up, then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The man got in the car, in the car, he talked and laughed with his boss, and personally reached out to help the boss sort out the tie.

I don't know why, looking at these two men's actions, Ying Ying's heart actually has a little bit of sourness.

Soon, Ying Yinger waited for the taxi. Instead of returning to her home, she returned to the building where she used to work.

I don't know why, she wants to go back here and have a look.

An old firefighter at the entrance of the corridor was checking the fire-fighting equipment of the building. When Ying Yinger came over, the firefighter smiled at Ying Yinger, and Ying Yinger also smiled.

"Li Ge, is your son going out tomorrow?" asked a colleague next to him.

"Well, tomorrow," the old firefighter replied.

"Then you are still coming out to work today, oh, forget it, sorrow, and yes, when people are busy, they have no time to think about it."

"I still have a grandson. When I come back this time, I am going to bring my grandson."

"You haven't traveled on vacation recently?"

"Nothing, no, just come back, just come back, good days, you can continue."

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The office has not been subletted. At the beginning, Ying Yinger had already returned it to Su Bai, but it seems that someone has rented it for five years, so it remains the same.

Ying Yinger found out that the cleaning supplies in the room started to clean up.

Just after a long-distance flight, people are very tired.

However, Ying Yinger still insisted on cleaning it up.

This busy, it is busy at night.

Some are tired and some are confused.

I poured myself a glass of water, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the neon flashing below.

The icy city is also a cold night,

Ying Yinger took out her mobile phone and opened a radio station app.

Ten years ago, some people had done statistics, broadcasting three major users: students, migrant workers, drivers.

Nowadays, with the popularity of smartphones, it has become two categories: drivers and lonely people.

He said that it might be the last time he met.

It’s been a long time,

He really didn't contact him anymore.

It seems that I really jumped into the sea of ​​people and did not trace it.

He is still the same. When he needs it, he will think of himself. He is still the same. Every time he needs himself, he can't control it.

One is willing to make a wish, and it is impossible to talk about who is suffering and who is not responsible.

Leaning against the window sill, Ying Ying's hair was scattered and put on her shoulders.

The hand that is held in the hand is mineral water, but it feels like drinking.

The mobile phone's broadcast sound showed some noise at this time. It seems that there was some problem with the signal, but it quickly returned to normal, but the tone changed at this time:

"My dear listeners, hello.

Welcome to the "Terror Broadcasting" program.

I,

Is the show host,

I…………

I have a name, my name is Su Bai;

Here, I have to give a girl a song first, as a gift I gave her, I know that she just returned to study abroad, and now a person must be very lonely.

This song is the post-string "Love",

I hope,

She can still be happy when I am not around her, and can continue to live happily.

Love her, give her the most beautiful stars and twelve hours,

That night,

Always in my heart,

May you be well.

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