"Sign it, you are Chinese fir!"


    Mai Xiaoyu Chen Qiaoen looked at Mai Xiaoyu in amazement and more firmly believed in his judgment. Mai Xiaoyu is wheat!


    Only in this way will it be more convenient for him to contact wheat, Zheng and Xiaoyu. After gaining their trust, he will set up a set of threats.


    "Mr. Mai, you know I''m a fan of Mr. wheat. Since he has autism and is inconvenient to meet people, can you ask for an autograph for me?"


    It''s weird!


    Mai Xiaoyu didn''t know that Chen Qiaoen found important clues in his computer, but instinctively felt that the other party had a problem.


    "Yes. As long as you sign a contract with the company, the company will shoot" Flower Man "at that time, and you will play Chinese fir, I am confident that you will be popular. Don''t mention the signatures of wheat, wheat, ah Zheng and Xiaoyu. You can have as many as you want."


    "But I don''t want to be an actor. Besides, isn''t it good for sister Tao to play Chinese fir?"


    "The image doesn''t match, and the play is wrong."


    "What about sissy? She''s your sister. Don''t you leave her such a good role?"


    "Good may not be appropriate, and I have arranged it for her."


    "Where''s Lin Zhiling? She''s very beautiful. During the shooting of pink girl, her fan style was very popular on the Internet."


    "Do you think her delicate appearance looks like weeds all over her?"


    "You mean, I''m like a weed?" Chen Qiaoen pouted. "I''m not happy!"


    "Neither do you, but your acting skills are good. You can perform whether it''s weeds or lotus."


    Am I good at acting?


    what do you mean?


    Did he find anything?


    It''s impossible. I''ve been very careful and didn''t show any flaws.


    Chen Qiaoen was very upset and asked carefully, "why do you think I''m good at acting?"


    "Intuition! Don''t you think we are very lucky? I''ll keep this play for you until the day you promise."


    Who''s with you?


    He spoke strangely, as if he had confessed his proposal.


    Chen Qiaoen''s beautiful eyes twinkled, but there was some inexplicable little happiness in his heart. He didn''t refuse directly for the first time.


    "I''ll think about it. First, I don''t know when I can think about it, and I don''t necessarily promise."


    ……


    The whole country celebrates the national day.


    The name of the golden week is true. The tourism market is prosperous, the overall supply and demand are prosperous, and people use real gold and silver to contribute to the national GDP.


    As the capital of China, Yanjing welcomes a large number of tourists at this time of year.


    Tourist attractions are crowded with people. People can''t see the scenery at all. However, tourists complain and still enjoy the fun of vacation.


    However, not everyone can enjoy the holiday.


    October 3rd.


    A flight from the United States landed at the Capital International Airport.


    Comfortable with tears on his face, holding a black urn, he stepped off the flight accompanied by his uncle, aunt and Wu Guodong.


    Wang Changgui, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau Branch, stood outside the exit dressed in civilian clothes. There are several people around, of different ages. Judging from their upright posture when standing, they are mostly policemen.


    October 5th.


    It''s clear in autumn.


    Wan''an cemetery, Wan''an Li, South Xiangshan Road.


    A brand-new tombstone, piled with a lot of flowers.


    Comfortable standing in front of the tombstone, look at the new tombstone, and look at the slightly old tombstone next to it after several years of wind and rain. The young body trembled and burst into tears.


    Under these two tombstones are the two most important relatives in her life.


    One is a mother and the other is a brother.


    A middle-aged man came over and presented a white gardenia in front of Dong Ping''s and Song Ma''s tombs. Then he hugged it gently and said apologetically, "I''m sorry."


    Gardenia, gardenia, I''m sorry.


    Gardenia, gardenia, I''m sorry.


    Gardenia, gardenia, I''m sorry.


    ……


    There are men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin. Send gardenias one by one, hold them comfortably, leave a "sorry" and turn away.


    There was no conversation or eye contact between them, just like they didn''t know each other at all.


    Not far away, Wang Changgui silently stared at those people and sighed, "in the past, brothers and sisters, but now strangers."


    Wu Guodong''s eyes turned red and sneered, "President GUI, who do you think caused it?"


    Wang Changgui was silent and pretended not to hear.


    Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in front of the tombstone. The comfortable aunt came to her and hugged her weak shoulder: "Chang Chang, don''t be sad. Your mother is clever in heaven and doesn''t want to see you cry."


    Comfortable as if I didn''t hear, tears filled, looking around, looking for something.


    Seeing this, Wang Changgui asked Wu Guodong, "didn''t you tell wheat?"


    "Why tell him? Don''t you think he has enough pressure in recent years?"


    "What happened to Pingzi was an accident..."


    "What about wheat? He was detained for more than 60 days, expelled from school, and beaten by prisoners in the same prison..."


    Just as he was talking, Shu Chang suddenly cried at Wu Guodong and shouted, "Uncle Wu, he didn''t come!"