Chapter 144 Distressed

  Hou Bing said that if it’s gone, it’s gone, “Who can be okay.”

   It's the sister-in-law of the owner of the food delivery platform who still has seven **** days off every month to rest. These unscrupulous people are more ruthless than that sister-in-law.

  Uncle Jing twitched the corner of his mouth.

  Hou Bing knew he was laughing.

  But he was so stressed that his smile was distorted.

  Uncle Jing was about to ride away when Hou Bing stopped him and told him that there was a performance on the subway at night, and he would take the children to see it if he had nothing to do.

   "Okay." Uncle Jing left.

  Jiang Yang and the others met in an Internet cafe.

   It's been a long time since we played together, and Jiang Yang still misses the dark days in Internet cafes.

   It's a pity that it's not the weekend, Wang Gang and Sister Ying went to work.

  Jiang Yang came from the crew.

  The filming of "Underground Transportation Station" had already started the day before yesterday, and I didn't want to have a launching ceremony. But for Zhang Xiaotao and the others, there is no need for anything else, this opening ceremony is a must. So Jiang Yang and the others made a draft, a draft written by Jiang Chen, and invited some reporters to come and hang around, each with a red envelope of 500 yuan, and asked them to publish it in their respective media. Zhou Hao also asked colleagues from Jingdu TV Station to help, and gave a picture.

   Today Jiang Yang used to call on them to watch the live broadcast of this micro-variety show on time at night with short videos or sing music.

  Jiang Yang must unconditionally support his wife's performance.

  Especially Han Xiaoxiao, who must mobilize all the fans in the group and Chaohua.

   The three of them met in an Internet cafe, and sat down after turning on the phone.

  Before playing, Xiao Yang ordered a luxury set meal: three bowls of instant noodles, three ham sausages, and three marinated eggs.

  Jiang Yang added: "Three more bottles of Coke!"

  Hou Bing gave a thumbs up: "Okay, I'm getting fatter."

  Jiang Yang: "My status at home has always been very high."

  Xiao Yang: "Come, come, let's celebrate this sumptuous meal. I'll post it in Moments, and then post it in the group to make Brother Gang envious."

"roll!"

  Xiao Yang laughed and asked Jiang Yang to pay the money, and they had a good time.

  Jiang Yang played wild, Hou Bing and Zai Xiao Yang walked down the road together.

Then-

  Xiao Yang: "Master Hou Bing, you are a support, why are you running with the jungler!"

  Hou Bing: "People must know themselves, and you must understand who is the boss in this game."

  Xiao Yang: "This **** is only level one, how do you know who is the father?"

  Hou Bing: "You know what a fart, if Master Yang is comfortable playing, I will be comfortable, if Master Yang is killing fun, I will be happy"

"Huh."

  Jiang Yang and Xiao Yang got goosebumps together, Jiang Yang asked Hou Bing to talk about something, "Don't disgust me."

  Hou Bing: "Master Jiang, give us the entire signature, from Anyuan."

  Jiang Yang: "I just gave it to you."

  Hou Bing wants Braille this time.

  Xiao Yang: "Girl on the balcony. Jiang Yang, you are too busy to help him. The love is just beginning, so you can't just wither like that."

"Fine."

  Jiang Yang could only agree, but later he had to look up how to write in Braille, and then buy a set of Braille boards and paper.

  They really won this round, not because they were good or their teammates were good, but because the opponent had a quarrel for some reason, Xiao Yang felt: "This game tells us that unity is strength."

   After a while, Li Qingning called to check the post. Her team had arrived near the subway station and was debugging the equipment. As for the platform, there is a long step in the middle of the field that is slightly higher and on both sides. The original intention is to divide the open space into two parts, which is just usable.

  Jiang Yang was surprised, "So early?"

   "Well, I have a lot of work to do, go play and remember to eat something."

  Jiang Yang: "I'll bring you something to eat later, it's past nine o'clock."

  Li Qingning said no, there is food in the car.

  Sister Ning hung up the phone.

   When Jiang Yang and the others came out, it was already past eight o'clock, Jiang Yang stretched his body, "It's boring."

  Hou Bing: "Yes."

  Xiao Yang: "Nonsense, just win that one."

   They wandered to the subway station.

  On the roadside outside the subway, there are many street stalls selling things, sticking cell phone film, and snacks, such as stinky tofu, grilled gluten, grilled cold noodles, grilled pork sausages, and fireworks in the world are rising among the numb crowd.

In the past, after a tiring day, Jiang Yang took Sister Ning, and what he liked most was to sit with a few friends, drink a sip of wine, and chat for a few days. This is the most brilliant in life, no, the second brilliant thing.

  They sat down at a stall and ordered something to eat.

  Hou Bing, as a delivery man for such a long time, assures that this place is clean and he knows the boss well.

   Except for being behind Father’s Day, this day is pretty normal.

  After eight o’clock in summer, there is still a trace of light and shadow in the clouds on the horizon, setting off the vastness of the world.

  The subway is bustling with people.

   Now is the busiest time for Jinhe Subway Station. When the subway comes, there will be a rush of people. If you want to enter the subway station at this time, it is like sailing against the current in the flood. If you are not careful, you will be submerged.

  Jinhe Subway Station is at the North Sixth Ring Road.

  The open space where Jiang Yang and the others set up their street stalls is very long, as long as two football fields.

But when queuing up in the morning, the two teams were side by side, and they could line up from one end to the other. Hou Bing felt that if the two teams became one team, it would be exaggerated to be able to line up from the door of the house, but it was a little exaggerated That's all.

   Fortunately, it is off-duty time.

  People who got off the subway, took the bus, walked, and rode a bicycle, like a river flowing into the sea, they are all very tired, and they don’t want to look around more. The lights on the steps, the people holding musical instruments, and the sound system being adjusted can catch their attention a little bit, but they don’t bother to look at them, they keep walking, after a day’s work, it’s not their hearts that are numb, but their heads.

  Hou Bing asked Wang Gang, "When will you be back?"

  Wang Gang: "Around nine o'clock."

  There are fewer people coming down when he takes the bus, the subway is not crowded, which is good for Yingzi who is pregnant, and now Yingzi has adjusted her working hours.

  Otherwise, the attitude of squeezing the subway during the morning rush hour will cause people to have a miscarriage.

  The live broadcast starts fifteen minutes earlier.

  The camera is inside the car, so passers-by who get off the subway don't know that the focus of the live broadcast will be on the steps.

  Wang Yinuo guest host: "Have you ever performed in such a venue before?"

  Li Qingning is still wearing a pure white T with loose jeans and a pendant necklace today, which is simple and comfortable yet stylish, "Nothing in the subway, there have been many, many street performances, and I miss it."

  Wang Yinuo: "Why did you choose the subway?"

Li Qingning looked at the stream of people coming out of the subway outside the car, "I want to sing to those people who leave early and return late, and live a hard life. I have a boy who used to go in and out of this subway every day, queuing in the morning and leaving numb at night. This subway The mouth is like a giant beast, swallowing his ideals and self-confidence, making him confused and inferior, which makes people feel distressed. He thought he was an excellent person, and he should have lived a brilliant life, but he could only float in the sea of ​​people. There are many people like him here, he sang this song to me, I want to sing this song to them, and tell them that there must be someone in this world who loves them.”

   Ask a question, why is the one with you sometimes displayed very abnormally. Are you too?

  

  

  (end of this chapter)