Hou Bing said it would be fine if he didn't, "Who can be fine?"
The sister-in-law of the boss of the food delivery platform gets seven fucking days off every month to rest. These black-hearted people fuck them harder than that sister-in-law.
Uncle Jing twitched his lips.
Hou Bing knew he was laughing.
But he was so depressed that his smile was distorted.
Just as Uncle Jing was about to ride away, Hou Bing stopped him and told him that there was a performance on the subway that night and that he should take his children to see it if he had nothing to do.
"Okay." Uncle Jing left.
Jiang Yang and the others made an appointment at an Internet cafe.
We haven’t played together for a long time, and Jiang Yang still misses the dark days in the Internet cafe.
It's a pity that it's not the weekend, Wang Gang and Sister Ying went to work.
Jiang Yang came here from the crew.
The filming of "Underground Traffic Station" had already started the day before yesterday. I didn't want to have a starting ceremony. But for Zhang Xiaotao and the others, there is no need for anything else. This opening ceremony must be there. So Jiang Yang and the others made one, and Jiang Chen wrote it
He invited some reporters to come over and give them a red envelope of 500 yuan each to publish the manuscript in their respective media. Zhou Hao also asked colleagues from Kyoto TV station to help and provide a picture.
Today Jiang Yang used to call on them to watch the live broadcast of this micro-variety show on time using short videos or sing music in the evening.
Jiang Yang must support his wife's performance unconditionally.
Han Xiaoxiao, in particular, must mobilize fans in all groups and super chat groups.
The three of them met at an Internet cafe, turned on their phones and sat down.
Before the fun started, Xiao Yang ordered a deluxe set meal: three bowls of instant noodles, three ham sausages, and three braised eggs.
Jiang Yang added: "Three more bottles of Coke!"
Hou Bing gave a thumbs up: "Okay, I'm brave."
Jiang Yang: "My status at home has always been very high."
Xiao Yang: "Come, come, come, celebrate this sumptuous meal, I will send it to Moments and then to the group to make Brother Gang envious."
"roll!"
Xiao Yang laughed and asked Jiang Yang to pay the money, and they started to have fun.
Jiang Yang was in the jungle, Hou Bing and Xiao Yang walked down the road together.
Then--
Xiao Yang: "Hou Bing, you uncle, you are the support, why are you following the jungler?"
Hou Bing: "People must be self-aware. You must understand who is the boss in this game."
Xiao Yang: "This guy is only at the first level, how do you know who the father is."
Hou Bing: "You know nothing. When Master Yang feels comfortable playing, I feel comfortable. When Master Yang feels good about killing, I feel good."
"Huh."
Jiang Yang and Xiao Yang had goosebumps together. Jiang Yang asked Hou Bing to tell Hou Bing if he had something to say, "Don't disgust me."
Hou Bing: "Master Jiang, give us the whole signature. It belongs to Anyuan."
Jiang Yang: "I just gave it to you."
Hou Bing wants Braille this time.
Xiao Yang: "Girl on the balcony. Jiang Yang, you have to help him because you are so busy. Your love is just beginning, so you can't let it wither away like that."
"Fine."
Jiang Yang could only agree. Later, he would have to look up how to write in Braille and buy a set of Braille boards and paper.
They really won this game. It wasn't because they were good or their teammates were good. It was because the other team 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 on the post. Her team had arrived near the subway station and was now debugging the equipment. As for the platform, there was a slightly higher long step on both sides in the middle of the venue. The original intention was to separate the open space into two pieces, which was just right.
Can be used.
Jiang Yang was surprised, "So early?"
"Well, we have a lot to do. You can play and remember to eat something."
Jiang Yang: "I'll bring you some food 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 and said, "It's boring."
Hou Bing: "Yes."
Xiao Yang: "Nonsense, just win that one."
They wandered to the subway station.
There are many street stalls selling things on the roadside outside the subway. They put up mobile phone covers and sell snacks, such as stinky tofu, grilled gluten, grilled cold noodles, grilled pork sausages, and human fireworks rising among the numb crowd.
In the past, after a hard day's work, Jiang Yang took Sister Ning with him. His favorite thing was to sit with a few friends in the smoke and smoke, drink a sip of wine, and chat for a while. This was the most wonderful thing in life, no, the second most wonderful thing.
It's something.
They sat down at a stall and ordered something to eat.
Hou Bing, as a delivery boy for such a long time, guaranteed that this place is clean and he is familiar with the boss.
Except after Father's Day, this day is a very ordinary day.
It's past eight o'clock in the summer, and there is still a trace of light and shadow in the clouds on the horizon, which sets off the vastness of the sky and the earth.
The subway is bustling and crowded.
Now is the busiest time at Jinhe subway station. When the subway comes, people rush down. Entering the subway station at this time is like trying to row a boat against the current in a flood. You will be submerged accidentally.
Jinhe Metro Station is at the North Sixth Ring Road.
The open space where Jiang Yang and the others were sitting for the street stalls was very long, as long as two football fields.
But when queuing up in the morning, the two teams were side by side and could queue from one end to the other. Hou Bing felt that the two teams would become one team and that they could queue from the door of their house was a bit exaggerated, but it was only a slight exaggeration.
That's all.
Fortunately, it's off work time now.
People who got off the subway, those who took the bus, those who walked, those who rode bicycles, were like a river flowing into the sea. They were all tired, too tired to look aside. The lights on the steps, holding musical instruments
For people, the tuned audio can catch their attention, but they are too lazy to look at it and 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 come back?"
Wang Gang: "Around nine o'clock."
He takes the bus at this point where there are fewer people, and the subway is not crowded, which is good for Yingzi who is pregnant. Moreover, Yingzi's working hours have been adjusted. She will go to work one hour later in the morning, stagger the subway rush hour, and finish get off work one hour later in the evening.
Otherwise, squeezing into the subway during the morning rush hour can lead to miscarriage.
The live broadcast starts fifteen minutes in advance.
The camera is inside the car, so passers-by coming off the subway don't know that the steps are the focus of the live broadcast later.
Wang Yinuo guest-hosted: "Have you ever performed in a venue like this before?"
Today, Li Qingning is still wearing a pure white T-shirt with loose jeans and a pendant necklace. It is simple and comfortable yet fashionable. "There is no such thing as the subway. I have performed on the street many, many times. I really miss it."
Wang Yinuo: “Why did you choose the subway?”
Li Qingning looked at the flow of people coming out of the subway outside the car, "I want to sing to these people who leave early and come back late and live a hard life. I have a boy who used to go in and out of this subway entrance every day. He queued up in the morning and left numbly at night. This subway
His mouth is like a giant beast, swallowing up his ideals and self-confidence, making him confused, inferior, and heart-wrenching. He originally thought that he was an excellent person and should have lived a brilliant life, but he could only float in the sea of people.
There are many people like him here, and 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 cares about them."