Chapter 154 The arrival of the famous band

Author: Up and down to ask for lock

Chapter 154 The arrival of the famous band

Jincha Airport.

A group of people holding various signs looked towards the exit, with deep expectation in their eyes.

A few minutes later, four men and one woman, five fashionable Westerners walked out of the exit. The crowd holding the sign suddenly "exploded". A woman screamed with her voice at the top of her voice.

Said: "SB".

Others also shouted: "SB".

It attracted the attention of passengers in the terminal.

After shouting, he rushed forward, took out his pen, photos, and small notebooks, and spoke in a bad foreign language and asked for an autograph.

These five Westerners are the famous SB bands, from Rose Country, with fans all over the world, and the music festival organizers spend a lot of money to invite the finale.

Under the siege of fans, I hurriedly signed a few names and walked quickly outside the terminal. The fans still followed by my side and asked in a broken foreign language. A child picked it up on the ground.

The toy was pulled apart by fans and almost fell down.

When the child's parents saw it, they cursed angrily: "Your mom is this. Are these Westerners your father?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted a lot of scolding.

"You poor man, shut up!"

"They are Rose people, a world-famous band. What is they? Do you dare to bark here?"

"Get out! There is no quality at all, it's really embarrassing the people of Longguo"

The children's parents were almost blown up and were about to scold these dogs. A sad, desolate, loud music suddenly appeared in the terminal, like a sharp sword, piercing the softest part in the heart.

In an instant, all kinds of sad memories flashed in my mind, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

The same goes for the others, even the five Westerners were in tears.

A few seconds, or more than ten seconds, I don’t know how long it took, but the song slowly dissipated. Everyone broke out from their sad memories, wiped their tears, sighed, and said in a secret surprise:

"This song is so great that it actually makes me cry."

"Who played the song? It's so sad. My dignified seven-foot man actually has a brick in his eyes!"

"Dad, I miss you"

If you want to be surprised, it is the people from SB band. They are just playing music and know more clearly how difficult it is to motivate people's emotions to the extreme. Unexpectedly, as soon as they came to this ancient Eastern country, they heard a divine song.

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The drummer in the band suddenly said with red eyes: "I miss my daughter!"

This sentence seemed like a switch, which instantly aroused the longing of several other team members. When the captain saw something was wrong, he quickly comforted the team members and said, "Don't have not performed yet, because all the songs ran home."

In the small park.

In the tears of the old man, Wang Liang handed him the crutch as a suona. Looking at the golden progress bar in front of him, he laughed out the sound of the "goose goose" cry.

At this time, the progress bar has skyrocketed from [Suma Playing: 80000/100000] to [Suma Playing: 99000/100000]. I will definitely be able to practice it tomorrow. I was happy when a sentence suddenly came from beside me:

You not only deceived my tears, but also stole my heart!".

Turn around and take a look.

An old man with a pleated face was looking at him with tears in his eyes, his eyes full of resentment, as if he was a resentful woman.

Wang Liang subconsciously hid back and said, "Uncle, have you recognized the wrong person? When did I deceive you?"

"It's not just deceiving me, it's just deceiving my tears, and stealing my heart!"

"How did I deceive you from tears? I still steal your heart. You are not a god. You have a delicate heart. Why should I steal your heart?" Wang Liang said, and was about to leave. Master.

He grabbed him and said, "Did you play the song just now?"

"I didn't even hold a speaker, how can I play it?"

With one sentence, the old man was confused, stunned for a moment, and said with a confused look on his face: "Then why are you blowing with my crutch?"

"Uncle, you don't know anything about this. This is called performance art. An artistic behavior. You should slowly think about it yourself and I'm going home for dinner."

Wang Liang left, the old man stood there, muttering constantly, "Performance art, the behavior of art!" The CPU was running at high load, the radiator was aging, causing his head to turn red.

After a very rigorous investigation, the portrait of Mona Lisa, as well as various precious cultural relics and artworks disappeared, but it was not found out in the end.

So far, the best news that museum director Ma Jieli has received is that he will not prosecute his malfeasance for the time being, and he will be given a month to retrieve the precious cultural relics, artworks, and especially the Mona

Lisa's portrait must be retrieved, otherwise she will be in the prison.

At this time, Ma Jieli was an ant on the hot pan and a fat pig on the door panel. She was so anxious that she lost weight and couldn't think of any solution.

Surveillance, tourists, internal employees, all the time they should be investigated, and they spent a lot of money to hire a well-known detective, but they didn't even find out the most basic clue. Ma Jieli, who was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, suddenly thought of divination.

The things in the museum disappeared so strangely, so I would find them back in a more strange way.

After inquiring from many sources, Ma Jieli contacted a fortune teller who claimed to be a magician.

According to the address provided by the other party, when I arrived at an old apartment building, the mottled walls were covered with ivy, and they almost blocked the window. After ringing the doorbell, I waited for a while before the door opened inside.

A wet and cold storm came to my face.

A thin, white-skinned, nearly transparent young man stood at the door, squinting his eyes, obviously not adapting to the bright light outside.

"Hello, fortune teller"

Majeri smiled and stretched out his hand.

A thin young man glanced at his hand, and a look of disgust suddenly appeared on his face. He took a step back, and the cold and hard voice came from his mouth, "Come in, remember to bring it to the door, I hate those damn sunshine, they

It will disrupt my perception of magic.”

After saying that, he walked deep into the apartment and looked from the door, and the darkness instantly swallowed him.

Ma Jieli was a little afraid to go in. The scenes of the witches summoning Satan with human blood in the movie kept flashing in his mind. In the end, he walked into the apartment by mistake and brought it to the door because he had no way out.

Compared to the legendary witch, he was more afraid of sitting in prison.

After the door closed, the apartment was completely darkened.

There were only a few old wall lamps, emitting a slightly yellow light, barely illuminating the wooden spiral staircase at the end of the entrance hall. The thin young man was walking step by step on the stairs, with his back straight, and the sound of "crunch, crunch" was

The apartment was echoing.

Suddenly, the thin young man turned to look at Ma Jieli. The slightly yellow light was blocked by his high eye sockets, making his eyes look very dark, like two black holes.

You are at your age, you are so embarrassed to rest? Those great writers in their thirties and forties are updating every day. You, a 20-year-old writer, still want to rest? Are you worthy of the readers who support you?

?Are you worthy of the mutton meat sold this morning? More! More to death! Start challenging and up to ten thousand words!!!
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