What should I do if the task object is slag? [Entertainment]

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It made her laugh then.

Going all the way, I only passed three traffic lights. Mrs. Zhou walked along the small gravel road outside the small square. Although the big lights in the middle of the square were on, it was dark all around, and it was extremely difficult to find someone. But shouting doesn't seem appropriate.

The old lady looked around for a while, then walked slowly towards the headlight in the middle of the square.

Anru and Weiya were already waiting in the car next to them, and there were people following them along the way, and the video was updated at any time and sent to Anru.

"This reaction should be impressive." Anju pulled the progress bar, and the expression on the old lady's face was already a bit intriguing. She was always smiling softly and reservedly. The years have not treated her too well, and the wrinkles on her face are clear Profound, but even so, her facial features are still dignified on her old and not-so-full forehead and slack cheeks, and it is not difficult to see the elegance of her youth.

Anju held the walkie-talkie in his hand and said, "The fountain is on."

The fountain in the middle of the small square jumped up suddenly, and there was a circle of colorful lights around the pool. The middle pool was full of flower-like lights, and the place hidden in the darkness in front of it suddenly lit up, making the ground look like flowers. The pink and blue LED lights spread all the way to the distance, shining like a dream.

Suddenly there was a strong light from the front, and a huge curtain lit up in the darkness in front of him. The colors projected inside gradually became vivid, and the voice became clearer and clearer. It was all the little plots played out on the road. From 20 years old to 60 years old, The affectionate words I once said, the blushing cheeks, the aggressive quarrels, the sad reliance, and the happy hugs... Scenes are replayed.

It was really not an accident.

After the segmented plot was played, the projected lights suddenly went out, leaving only a dreamlike sea of ​​bright stars.

The old lady smiled and shed tears without wiping them away. She first wanted to turn her head to find out where the old man was hiding. Just as she turned her head, the back of the video screen suddenly lit up. A huge white cloth separated the silhouette of the person behind. The light was cast on the white cloth, only a silhouette sitting in a wheelchair.

"Here we come." An Ru was very excited, but she still looked at the time. Her car was parked not far behind the curtain. In the center of the simple stage was Mr. Zhou sitting in a wheelchair.

He was not very comfortable, his voice was slow, and his words were not powerful, but every sentence was gentle and firm.

"Today is a special day, your wedding anniversary. This is a gift from me as a testimony of our 50-year relationship. In fact, you know that it is not 50 years, but 55 years. My heart for you is the same as you for me. It has never changed. Sister, love is a bit nasty, but I can’t live without you. I’m sick, I can feel it, that day is not far away, our children are all grown up, the only thing I’m worried about You, I'm afraid you're too sad, I'm afraid you're too sad, sister, when the day comes, shed a tear for me, make a ceremonial farewell, no more, you know, I'm in your heart, we have a lot of good things In the past, if you can’t support your life at that time, you will think of me, I am selfish, I will feel uncomfortable when I see you feel uncomfortable, in order to make me feel better, I hope you always start, can you make me do what I want? Sister, I want to hug you."

All the people who participated in the performance stood in the corner, Mr. Zhou's children, and passers-by who lived nearby and were attracted by walking, all applauded at this time.

The old lady standing in the middle no longer walks briskly like when she was young, but she still looks like a princess walking towards her prince when she walks on the stage.

Fireworks circling the square scramble to gather in mid-air, colorful and intertwined in various gestures.

An Ru got out of the car and stood by and looked at the two people embracing on the stage, with the sound of fireworks in her ears. She looked up for a while and said with emotion: "I used to hold this kind of event to look forward to the future. Yes, it was the first time I looked back."

Weiya was sitting in the car, with one arm propped on the car window and looking at Anru's side face. The moment she turned her head, the dark environment around her gave her confidence, so she didn't look away, but followed the words Ask: "How does it feel?"

An Ru leaned on the car, looked up at the exploding fireworks, then calculated the time and said, "It's okay. I can let it go for another 5 minutes. No matter how long it takes, I'm afraid Mr. Zhou won't be able to hold it. Until now, I haven't lost my mind."

"Aren't you moved?" Wei Ya frowned and asked, "Isn't this the reason you have been doing emotional planning for people?"

Anju froze for a moment

She was moved, but besides being moved, she has been paying attention to when is the right time to light up, when is the right time to start the video, when is the right time to set off the fireworks, and it is best for Mr. Zhou to be in good health today... The touch is not always so pure.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Anru shook her head, said with a light smile, "Hey, I'm so touched, not only touched, but also dare to dance."

Wei Ya ignored her, it was rare to get to the bottom of this kind of matter, "Moving means longing, do you really want such a relationship?"

The fireworks had already been extinguished, and the smell hadn't dissipated. It was a bit choking, but not so obvious. For some unknown reason, Anru suddenly coughed. The cough was so severe that she arched her back and couldn't catch her breath. gas.

Wei Ya hurriedly got out of the car, stood beside her to shield her from the wind, and then took off her clothes to criticize An Ru.

"Hold your breath, bear with it." Wei Ya ran her back and said coolly, "Did you poke your lungs? Are you so guilty?"

Anru swallowed, blushed and waved her hands, took off Wei Ya's clothes and returned them to her, "What a guilty conscience, I took a breath of cool air and choked. Pay back the balance of the fireworks, and arrange for someone to finish the work." , Take back all the tools that can be used again, don't waste it."

An Ru explained a few words, as if he was suddenly busy. He was busy paying people, sent friends who participated in the performance home, and greeted Mr. Zhou’s children politely. He really looked like a professional. the person in charge.

Weiya stood beside the car, holding his coat in his hand and looking at Anru who was circling around, thinking: "Why are you panicking? After talking so much, it turns out that you are the one who is most careless."

It was very late at the end, and Anru came back happily and got into the car, "Not to mention, this list is not only commemorative, but also very profitable. Labor costs, venue fees, venue fees, purchase fees, and lamp rental fees add up." More than 20, and a net loss of 20. Of course, what makes me most happy is that I returned the USB drive to Mr. Zhou, and I feel really relieved."

Wei Ya hummed, but didn't respond to the conversation.

An Ru rubbed her nose, thinking back and forth. The root cause is that Wei Ya finally came out of the shell and dared to try to believe in love. Then this golden wedding is really worth it.

Wei Ya's original plan was to help Anru and leave this time. She stayed up all night and packed things in the morning, picked and picked, and brought a set of painting tools and a few completed paintings.

It was obviously just an ordinary dormitory, and after staying there for a period of time, it seemed that there was an inexplicable feeling for living there, and when he left, he felt a little bit reluctant.

At nine o'clock, the weather is fine, the temperature has risen, the sun is shining brightly, and it is suitable for travel.

Anjou came knocking on her door.

Wei Ya has already figured it out, this time no matter what Anru says, she will leave, what is the last time, there is no more, she does not help people fall in love every day.

As soon as the door opened, An Ru spoke first.

"Mr. Zhou, it's gone."

The author has something to say: Wei Ya: It’s hard, I fell in love with a silly beep beep----

Anjou: It's hard, I... I think I'm very wise

The little princess who didn't show up: I feel like I'm going to lose my job.

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