Chapter 63

Maybe the slope in the north of the village is not steep, but I still sweated profusely.

There was a persimmon tree poking around the hillside, and it was rare to be a little shade, so I sat down and rested for a while.

It was at this moment that someone came out from behind the scenes, and the family of three was in a state of joy, especially the man, who resounded through the valley when he smiled.

They danced between the dogtail grass and the nepentagrass for a long time, and the woman was wearing a floral dress, which was very elegant.

Later, the man came over and invited me to take a picture of them, so I took a picture of them.

The woman smiled at me and expressed her gratitude. Ah, her smile is really as gentle as the spring breeze.

Then I continued to climb the mountain. They were in front and I was behind. The woman changed into a pair of red bell-bottom pants at some point. Her fleshy butt twisted and twisted, and I felt a little over.

There is a temple on the top of the mountain. In 2000, anti-feudal superstition was demolished halfway, with ruins and spiders caught in the web, which looks very pity.

But we walked in.

I didn't expect there was another Qiankun inside, solid wood floor, wool carpet, glass walls, dark red curtains, and the marble pillars that could not be held close by anyone.

It looked quite fresh, so I walked around.

There are many rooms on the second floor, so many that I can’t count them. I shuttled through them, endlessly.

There was a room with curtains flying and the sun was broken. A black-faced man called on a reclining chair, only opening his mouth and not pronunciation. Instead, he could hear a kind of laughter of a woman who was eating, but he could only hear the sound and not see the person.

There was also a room where horror movies were being played. A woman's head with disheveled hair fell out of a twenty-one-inch-long iridescent TV, which scared me.

After walking around this, I finally returned to the stairs. At a glance, I saw the man and woman hugging naked on the sofa in the hall. The sun was as thin as a veil, making them very ethereal.

Like a conditioned reflex, I immediately raised the camera in my hand and took a good photo.

The man was very angry and rushed over to take away the camera. After fiddling with it, he threw it into pieces.

After doing this, he wiped his sweat and smiled at me.

At this time, I was standing in the middle of the hall, and I could clearly see the woman's half-covered white legs, as well as the nasolabial folds that appeared like a knife cut.

This made me feel panicked, followed by a burst of rage. I had no choice but to kick him.

The man fell to the ground and didn't even hum.

I was about to make up for my feet, but the woman rushed over to protect him and said: Everyone is dead, what else do you want to do!

Her hair hangs lightly and her chest undulates.

I think she should be a little smirk, so she put her hair together and added: Lin Lin.

The pair of peach blossom eyes raised a mist, covering the sky and the earth, so thick that it could not be melted.

I sat down on the ground.

Grandma was knocking on the door and said: Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin, don’t look at what time!

I lifted the quilt and sat up sweating profusely. It took me a long time to utter.

After washing up, I ate two dumplings. Grandma scolded me for not having this. I pointed to the clock on the wall and said it was time to have lunch.

Yes, after half past ten o'clock, the strange dizziness turned into a migraine after a night of brewing. Maybe it was because the heating was too high, but my mind was clear. When I just picked up the dumplings, I even felt itchy. I had to wipe my mouth and rushed into the study.

Turn on the power and plug in the mobile hard drive.

The snow finally stopped, looking at the vastness of the world, the whole world seemed to be swollen.

However, just waiting for the start of the computer, a thought that was about to come out disappeared without a trace, like a flash of tungsten wire.

I carefully savored the set of photos from beginning to end, but it still didn't help.

Weird peach blossom snake.

Flat breasts.

Chen Jianjun was squirting saliva from anger.

My mother lowered her head, her cheeks were covered with red clouds, and I couldn't see her eyes clearly.

I sat there for a while and held a cigarette, but still couldn't find the lighter.

This is a bit over.

So I kicked the computer desk, and the latter moaned, which only caused the grandma outside the house to shout: What are you doing!

To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing.

I went to the kitchen to drink half a bowl of dumpling soup, lit a cigarette, and after smoking the whole piece, I called Niu Xiuqin.

No one answered the sound for about ten times.

It's still the same when I pass it over again.

The snow was probably knee-deep, some people walked hard, some people laughed and played, and they all squinted when the wind passed by.

I went back to my computer, browsed the web pages and chatted about QQs for a while. During this period, I had to glance at my phone from time to time, but it was always unstoppable.

But Chen Yao was online. She asked me what I had done in the past two days. I said I was just having fun. She said I didn’t guess what gift she had prepared for me. I didn’t have that thought, so she got off the line angrily.

Maybe it's just invisible, who knows.

After a while of daze, I opened the first folder again, which has almost become a habitual action.

Yes, habitually click the first video, habitually drag it a few times, and habitually close it when the tireless VIP returns to darkness in the chanting songs.

I couldn't say what I was looking for, maybe I didn't plan to find anything at all, but the characters and scenes in the video were always exaggerated as if they were from another world.

Chen Jianjun sighed like a black bear, which was more exaggerated than Niu Chuxian in "The Complaint of Yang Sanjie". He probably even ejaculated his brain.

Last night, or early this morning, I chewed half of the cigarette, and there was nothing I could do about this.

During this process, Chen Jianjun completed ejaculation.

He straightened his hips and let out a scream, as if he had been stabbed by someone.

The mother hurriedly left her body and almost sat on the ground.

The sick pig ejaculated a lot. As mentioned above, it was probably even ejaculated with brain matter, and even a drop fell on the camera from a distance.

In the future, this snot will stick to the corners of your eyes like booze, and it will never be able to get rid of it.

My mother gasped, her wrist trembled twice before she stood up.

She didn't say a word, shuttled straight past and disappeared from the screen.

After a while, there seemed to be a sound of water, which was clear but deformed, as if someone had shaken the rattle.

Chen Jianjun hummed a few times, then pulled a chair and sat down at the table, and he sighed again.

The flowery shorts are still stretched on the thighs, of course, this does not prevent the sick pig from drinking by himself.

What's scary is that even the wine couldn't stop him from humming.

About two minutes later, her mother returned to the screen and said from a distance: Chen Jianjun, can you put on your pants?

The sick pig smiled and took up his shorts, long pants, warm pants and jeans, one by one, orderly.

Before this, he had a big sip of wine.He also fiddled with his dick stuff for a while, and he said: Thank you for being merciless and didn't bite it off.

My mother tskated, pulled a few tissues, and wiped it carefully on the ground.

The round bun is tied high behind the head, and there are some wet marks on the left hair. The familiar face is full of red flowers, so bright that it seems to be able to pinch water.

Many, right?Chen Jianjun smiled while lifting his pants.

My mother didn't do anything.She pulled a few more tissues and twisted her body. Her big red butt immediately covered the entire picture, and the camera swayed and let out a harsh moan.

Fenglan?

The mother seemed to have sniffed.

Let me summarize it. Generally speaking, ventral skills are good, much better than last time. If you practice Ah more, in the future...

It's all nonsense. My mother straightened her back and interrupted him. I've never seen you so disgusted.

Of course, Chen Jianjun laughed.

Touching people's hair.The mother bent down and quickly straightened up again.As she said this, she turned around and went into the bathroom again.After a moment, a sound came from outside the screen: The window opens.

So Chen Jianjun opened the window and trembled and said: Frozen to death!Even so, it did not hinder his laughter.

When she came back, her mother walked to the table and poured some wine, took a sip, and took off her down jacket and raised her hand to cover the camera.

The picture fell into darkness in an instant.

Chen Jianjun smiled obscenely from the side.

In the darkness, the sound of footsteps thumping.

With a light bang, my steps paused slightly, and my mother tickled.The sick pig continued to laugh.If you guessed correctly, my mother walked to the window.I could imagine the bitter evening breeze stroking her hair.

Alas, Chen Jianjun said for a while.

No one is involved.

The sound of ticking footsteps.

Fenglan?He smiled and asked softly for a while, what's wrong?It's really light, like someone kissing your face.It would be so light that the wind would blow to his grandma's house.

Stay away from me.The sound of high heels knocking on the ground.

Haha, Chen Jianjun sighed, as if rubbing his hands, it was like a rag under the snow.

No one answered.

What the hell is wrong?Chen Jianjun's voice increased a little, and he paused, "You, isn't it just a bidding?" I tell you that all bidding is in a formal way."

Stop talking, I know.She seemed to have taken a sip of wine.

Don't know, you know, there's no problem, don't think, Ah, we won't win like this...

Our cultural work also has its own focus and considerations. How can we follow everything with money?Right?

Some people, you rent them to him today, and they will definitely become nightclubs, Ah, and an underground rehearsal room, which is just for dancing. The venue is fully functional and thoughtful.

The north wind was whistling, and Chen Jianjun was endless.

This guy's eloquence is really not concealed, it is as impressive as his laughter and nasolabial folds.

Caught off guard, my mother burst into laughter: I'm still dancing, why are you jumping?

I can't say her tone well, but every word and the laughter that touched them was sent to my ears by the perverse north wind.

Chen Jianjun also laughed, hahaha, and said: You are just a childish face, sometimes it’s dark and sometimes it’s sunny.

The mother sighed softly and spoke.

Alas, for a while, Chen Jianjun lowered his voice, do you want to?

Mother cried.

Hey, the voice of the sick pig suddenly increased, accompanied by a snap, don't underestimate me...

Chen Jianjun lost his voice halfway through his words, and even the whistle and whistle and wind disappeared. It took me a while to realize that the video was over.

I remember that after spitting out the paper scraps and tobacco, I got up and looked for the lighter. I looked through everything but still found nothing.

After sagging into the chair, I hesitated to go to bed or at least wash my face first, but then I clicked on a video. The last one, the file name was mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20030518002.

In the midst of noisy, the camera slid past the crowd, slid past the water dispenser, and slid over the grinding brown wooden chair back, frozen on an old maroon desk.

The pen holder, the glass of the table, the thermos, and the woman sitting on the edge of the table are all shining in the transparent sunshine.

A casual white shirt with a round neck, a black long skirt, a mother with arms crossed her chest, a tall black hair tied behind her head, and a metal hairpin as mentioned earlier, dazzling.

...You said that Pinghai is the same. There are two in the size of a palm. I heard that Pingyang has only three or four?Someone had long since broken through the noise.

The rumor is not enough to believe, so I dare not talk nonsense. Well, Secretary Chen is here, which represents official news.Zhang Ling's accent of Pinghai dialect started to laugh before he could finish speaking.

What is not official? One person’s opinion, Ah, Pinghai has two true, but we are a tourist city, and the population mobility in the region is actually not worse than Pingyang, right?Our protection work is generally good.

Before you see the person, you will hear the sound of him first.

Everyone nodded and said yes, so it became more noisy.Mother doesn't say anything.

Then when will the quarantine be lifted?I read the news last night and said that all the People's Hospitals in Beijing have been released from quarantine?

It's still Zheng Xiangdong.

There is no quarantine and no discussion on how to lift it. We are the key areas to take care of it.Let’s think it’s Niu Xiuqin.

It’s Ah, a school, and an entertainment venue. It must be a key protective area. Can’t wait for the epidemic to stabilize?Chen Jianjun sighed.

Oh my, I moved in in April and only had those two performances, and I was rehearsing, so bad Ah.

I knew Lao Zheng was thinking here!Niu Xiuqin laughed, very exaggerated.

Others laughed, even more exaggerated, a feeling of gongs and drums.

My mother also pursed her lips and then glanced out of the window.

There is wind, and the blue and white curtains are clamoring.

The sunlight is like fine sand, peeling out a decadent look on the red-lacquered wooden window frame.

The colors of the nineties.

There is a gray iron filing cabinet in the corner of the wall, and two pennants are hung on the wall next to it, only the sharp corner is revealed, and there is no way to see what is written.

The wall is naturally white, although it is not very white. The bottom is covered with green paint, which is bumpy and even more depressed.

I can almost imagine the snot rubbing against it by people of all kinds becomes hard and smooth over time, and a layer of pot crust brewed over time.

It was at this point that I realized that this was an old office building built in the 1980s. When the troupe performed here in 2002, I and my mother were there once. A large number of idle people gathered around the desk in front of the window to play poker, and the shouts were shocking.

If you want to say it is exaggerated, it must be the sick pig who laughed the most. After a while, he stopped laughing and said: In another week, Ah, at most ten days, the epidemic will stabilize, and our theater performance will naturally resume.

That's good, oh, I'm just rehearsing every day, and this good thing can only be held in a good way and cannot be used. You don't want to be anxious!Xiao Zheng patted his hands and snapped them.

Everyone laughed again.The mother laughed too, she lowered her head and raised it again.

I said, Lao Zheng Ah, if someone is paying a salary for acting or not, the boss is not in a hurry, why are you anxious?Is it, Fenglan?Niu Xiuqin is so close that it is deafening.

In the midst of laughter, the mother said: Don't worry, you can support you for a few months with free food and drink, and there is no big problem.

Her legs under her long skirt folded up and shook them gently.

So the laughter became even more intense, and some even applauded.

Come on, Niu Xiuqin rushed to the camera and waved her hand, as if she was trying hard to remove the overflowing laughter. Everyone stood together and took a photo.

Director Niu’s service is thoughtful enough, giving isatis root, vinegar, and taking photos for people!

Oh, there is not enough manpower, I am just a reporter now, a little quick, Secretary Chen?Captain Zhang?

With the crowds of people, my mother walked out of the picture.

Chen Jianjun finally appeared and disappeared immediately, without exception, with white shirts and suits.

Niu Xiuqin sniffed her waist and stuck out her butt, and ordered this and that, and took several pictures in a row.

Maybe why, I always feel that the scene in front of me is indescribable.

After taking the photo, Chen Jianjun said: Oh, Deputy Commander Zheng, I’ll send it to everyone.

Zheng Xiangdong immediately called someone to move things, he was so happy.Of course, he did not forget to thank Secretary Chen for praising the good party’s policies, and said that the last time he sent them has not been used up.

Secretary Chen smiled generously, responded to everyone's greetings one by one, and then stood firm in front of the camera.The noise is getting farther and farther away.

You two also have one?Niu Xiuqin wore a purple tight skirt.

Ah？

The two leaders also came with one, hurry up.

Fenglan?

Forget it, all this stuff has been moved away. As I said that, my mother returned to her desk, and you won’t be able to do it as early as possible.

Then forget it.Chen Jianjun smiled and took the chair down, leaving only half of his shoulders and a back of his head.

Continue tea?The mother turned around and lifted the thermos and walked towards the camera.She first added a cup to Secretary Chen. When it was Director Niu's turn, the latter waved his hand and said he hadn't drunk it yet.

Before her mother could put the thermos back to its original place, Niu Xiuqin twisted her butt and shouted: Oh!Where to send the stuff?I also have to follow the past, Ah, news needs news needs haha.

She disappeared with a smile, and before leaving, she closed the door. With a bang, the banners floated.

No one spoke for a while.My mother returned to her original position and lowered her head.I felt like she was staring at her shadow.

Chen Jianjun shook his head, shook his head again, and shook his head again.

OK, lately?The sick pig bent down and his voice was soft.

Secretary Chen doesn't have to worry.My mother didn't even lift her eyes.

He didn't answer the phone call or even see you at the door... Chen Jianjun was a little excited. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something, but it just turned into a sigh.

silence.

After a long time, my mother raised her head: It’s isatis root and jealous, is it useful?

It’s psychological comfort, no special medicine is needed, Chen Jianjun smiled, we are still short of these things.

The mother withdrew her gaze.Silence again.The wind stroked the curtains, the pennants, the broken hair and the long black skirt.

Something else is wrong?It may be ten thousand years later, my mother said.

Ah, this old office building will be demolished next month, and he has been circling around the house. I looked for a good one across the square, and I will make do with it as an office first, Ah?

Secretary Chen is really troublesome, but there is no need. In our entertainment industry, the office is just a contact point. At best, decorating the storefront is really not that important.

What did you say? Chen Jianjun stood up. I want to rent this theater to you, but there were not many performances. I want to come out again in this office building. Are I still a human being?

My mother looked straight ahead and didn't make any mistakes.Maybe she is unwilling to break the rhythm of the sick pig.The latter dances and continues to accumulate strength.

No matter what, it is my responsibility to find an office with emotion and reason. Fenglan Ah, don’t just say something angry because of resentment. It’s not necessary to be punished or violated.

I hate you?The mother smiled, leaned forward, and frowned.

Chen Jianjun took a breath, lowered his head, and put his hands on his hips.For some reason, his white shirt was bulging like a hump.

The two of them froze for a long time.

The sun is so bright, just as bright as I remember. When it hits the wall, the wall trembles lightly, as if it is about to melt.

Suddenly, Chen Jianjun raised his head and walked quickly towards his desk.

The mother hurriedly avoided, but he still grabbed her hand.

He lowered his voice and said: Fenglan.

My mother tsk and shook her hand, but couldn't shake it away.She leaned against the file cabinet and looked at Chen Jianjun.

I'll talk to you.The sick pig smiled and took a deep breath.His hands, which were not big, were like a pair of pliers.

It's OK Chen Jianjun.

Chen Jianjun didn't think it was OK. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed: Yesterday was Hongzhuang's birthday.

My mother didn't say anything, her eyes drooped.

Chen Jianjun sighed, and then suddenly hugged his mother.Almost none of them overdos.

Chen Jianjun, let go!Mother let out a soft cry, she shrank, glanced at the door, and then looked out the window.

The sick pig just inhales, his head arches around his mother's neck, and obviously he is in a devil again.

Chen Jianjun.

I miss you, I can't stand it.

I don't count anymore, right?My mother raised her face and smiled, her voice dry.She even put down her arm that was originally standing on Chen Jianjun's chest.

Surprisingly, the sick pig immediately stopped eating.After a moment of silence, he slowly let go of his hand while panting.

My mother jumped out of the corner, tidied her clothes, and walked straight out.

Chen Jianjun stood on his hands with his hips for a while.Then, he looked out the window, looked around the house for another week, and walked out.I didn't forget to close the door.

The remaining twenty minutes were wind and sunshine, and their projection on everything.

I stood up and saw the last moment in a flash.

In the faint fluorescence, I popped up a cigarette and groped again.

Of course, no lighter was found.

It was not until a cigarette was gone that I opened the second folder, followed by the third and fourth...

Finally, we returned to the second one.

As soon as I put on my headphones and turned on a video, my grandma called on outside.

She asked me what to eat for lunch, and I said I didn't know.

Then eat dumplings!

OK.

OK?You won’t be bothered by eating dumplings every meal...

When she was nagging and walking away, I tapped the space bar again.The lens is still shaking, black leather sofa, human face, crystal chandeliers, crimson wooden hangers, human face, yellow striped desktop.

...This time, thanks to my third brother let go, otherwise it wouldn't be our turn... Male voice, thirty or forty years old, Pingyang dialect.

Which pot does he eat meat?Leave the polite words to the boss, Ah.The loud voice, of course, is not very loud, and the tone is gentle, just like every word being stretched and massaged.

The second brother is just outspoken.The man smiled, and this time he changed to Mandarin.

The budget is only so much, at least eight points have to be invested in. Ah, the camera slowly moved up, and the white shirt held the glasses. This cultural complex is also a key project in the city, and it is directly opposite the square, but it is not careless.

Understand and understand completely, you can rest assured.

I mean eight points are needed to use labor and materials.Chen Jianjun waved his hand (it looked big), and the camera returned to the desktop as it was about to cut it off.

This... The other party seemed a little embarrassed, and it took a while to continue saying, Second brother, you may not know much about the rules of this industry, we...

If you have a little understanding, Chen Jianjun interrupted him, and he couldn't say how deep it was. He only studied the land economy for more than ten years and worked in the Planning and Design Institute for several years.

Niu Xiuqin chuckled and immediately cleared her throat.So the picture swayed.Two black lines are arranged parallel to the table, furry and nylon strings, which always makes me want to reach out and plug.

The other party should be two people, and he muttered a few words in a low voice.

This time I didn’t look for Yake, but I just went to you Jianning, hoping to be clean and neat.

Second brother, you have indeed difficulty in implementing this, and it is not easy for us to explain this time.

Who is the fucking second brother? Chen Jianjun beat the gong without warning. Ah, do you really think he is a gangster?

Of course, the other party grunted a few times, speechless.

At this time, music was faintly heard, but everyone present was still motionless.

This is a government bidding, not a gangster, so don’t engage in those habits.Chen Jianjun laughed, his signature laughter filled with metallic colors.

The music became louder and more familiar, and then I realized that Bai Ji's cell phone was ringing.It is Niu Xiuqin.I took off my headphones and took a deep breath before I answered the phone.

Hello, why don’t you accept me? Are you angry with my aunt?She smiled, she was playing cards just now, but she didn't hear that, why didn't you come back to you right away?

I sniffed, but couldn't even spit out a word.

Hello?Linlin?

I had no choice but to utter.

I didn't even have a phone call for several days, it's enough for you.She smiled again, saying, what's wrong?

I don’t know what’s wrong. After touching the nylon strings on the desktop, I had to hang up the phone amid the sound of Niu Xiuqin.

I thought my phone would still ring, but in fact it didn't.

Let you come here, just look at the land and sign the contract. Logically, this matter is not my responsibility. I just give a few words to you, Ah, this cultural complex should be solid, and it will not be good for anyone if you play tricks.

2... Secretary Chen is right, but I don’t count these specific operations, and I dare not make a promise.

I have greeted your boss, and I just want to emphasize it to bring the words to you.Chen Jianjun was silly, this was not a polite statement.

The other party nodded quickly and said yes, then changed his tone: What is the land of the city gate?

What's the hurry? Chen Jianjun smiled and stood up. This Cultural Palace is worthwhile. Dong and Xiguan are valuable. Do you need to prioritize?It’s useless if you just look for Chen Jianye, Ah, it’s useless to find your third brother.

The two people on the opposite side immediately stood up with a smile.Only Niu Xiuqin could not sit firmly.

Director Niu, you will take them to see the land later. Chen Jianjun should have walked towards the clothes hanger. Alas, remember to call Xiao Zhao from the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau together, Ah?

Don't worry.Niu Xiuqin finally stood up, and everything came to an end in the shaking camera.The file name is mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20030228010.

After waiting, I clicked on another video, which was similar to the previous video, and it was also about the project and land. The important thing was that there was no mother.

I leaned back to the back of the chair and felt like I had finally grabbed something.

Wang Weichao's phone call came over in this unspeakable atmosphere. He said: "Ah, do you want to hit the ball?"

So, after drinking some millet porridge carefully cooked by my grandma, I went to pound the balls.

The bus stopped and stopped on the big ice cream, and it was almost half past two to the intersection of the commercial street.

The idiot ran wildly in Pinghai Square.

After wandering around the River God statue, I suddenly wanted to go to the Red Star Theater to take a look.

Perhaps it was because of the inconvenience of traffic during heavy snow, there were sparse people, and there were not many people, and "Liu Qiaoer" was being performed on stage.

It’s not that I have such strength, but that it says Liu Qiaoer on the electronic prompt board, and you can even see lines that get out of the way.

I wanted to go to the backstage to take a look, but I was hitting Zhang Fengtang at the entrance.

I asked my mom, and she said, "You should be in the office, how can you always stay with our employees."

As I turned around and walked out, she suddenly said: Lin Lin, where did your movie go!

The hall of the complex building was also empty, without even a ghost. I ran away and was a little panting.

As soon as I opened the iron gate, I saw a man walking out of his mother's office.

Black down jacket, blue jeans, white shirt, frameless glasses, small flat head, and nasolabial folds that were accidentally raised when I saw me when I turned my face.

I stood there blankly and could no longer move.

For about two or three seconds, my mother also appeared in her vision.

White turtleneck sweater, brown knitted slim skirt, crimson boots.

She had a thin waist, a smile on her face, and seemed to be saying something in her mouth, but everything was frozen in the moment she saw me.

However, others were still moving.

Soon, he became a living person, Niu Xiuqin, what the president, two old men and an old lady, and the second daughter of grandparents and senior brothers all jumped out of his pocket.

Why are you here? My mother smiled and waved at me, and then faced everyone crowded in the corridor, my son.

I walked over slowly, as if I was about to step on the tiles.

Junior year.The mother whispered, her willow waist swaying lightly.

Niu Xiuqin stood beside Chen Jianjun, and she smiled at me too.

The sick pig nodded, first facing his mother, then facing me, and he held his glasses: The young man is so handsome, Ah, handsome and energetic!

As he said this, he burst into laughter.

In order to express his smile, he even fucked his pocket with one hand and raised his face.

So clear, the nasolabial folds look like they are real.

Suddenly, a tremor hit my whole body. I clenched my fists and found that I could not speak.

An impulse as majestic as the sea makes the scalp numb.

The corridor is infinitely bright, and the portraits of the characters in Pingju sing in unison, deafening.

At this time, Niu Xiuqin took two steps forward, she grabbed my hand and said: That's right, Lin Lin Ah, she is handsome and has good grades, and she is also playing in a band.

Yeah?Chen Jianjun said.