Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

Before I met Qu Lizhong again, this man's shamelessness and inaction had already been deeply rooted in my heart.However, after being guided by Gu Yao, I suddenly remembered that Xiao Li hadn't woken up yet, and the bastard who had been in chaos and abandoned hadn't surfaced yet, maybe it wasn't this handsome Director Qu.

The giant salamander drove Gu Yao back first, but Gu Yao was still very polite to me. He smiled and told me that he should have sent me back to the hospital first, but his lovely wife had already cooked dinner and was eagerly waiting for him to come home.

Gu Yao's words sounded like the truth, and I almost believed it, but I quickly remembered that Skylar told me that Yang Yan had moved out of the house a week ago, and that he was staying in a hotel near the art center recently.

A fool named Ruan Ji once compared a gentleman with a "louse in the crotch", basically saying that the so-called gentleman mostly hides and hides, and he thinks he is happy when he messes with the buttocks.I think this remark fits well with Gu Yao, and I don't know if he will suddenly feel an itch in his crotch when he faces the empty big bed after returning home.However, it is frustrating to think of a former idol as a "pubic lice". I have to work hard to adjust my emotions and tell him, my dad is dying, can I ask for a few days off.

I didn't say how long I would ask for leave, but Gu Yao didn't ask, and nodded his head to approve it.After he got out of the car, the giant salamander began to run on me. He said that I was obviously good-looking, but I looked vulgar with a ridiculous smile and didn't please the audience.He ordered me to go back and practice my smile in front of the mirror when facing the camera. I don’t need to work too hard. I can practice a hundred times a day if I laugh and smile with a half-smile.

The word "vulgarity" is not in my dictionary. I thought about it, and he may have rubbed the two words "vulgarity" and "sorrow" together.

I'm really tacky, and I haven't been very happy lately.

He heard me say "my dad is dying" and he made me laugh a hundred times in front of the mirror.

Li Qiao is very stingy in showing a smile in front of the camera, and most people can't smile like that. Gu Yao is a good template. I took out my phone to check the time. I took a picture with the phone screen as a mirror, and imitated Gu Yao's benevolent smile. And a perfect smile, but I can't blame me for being self-preserving, because Yuan Luobing, who smiles like that, is neither strange nor good-looking.

Back in the ward where my dad was, the nurse quickly waved me over.The caretaker was an aunt in her forties. Before Ji Liang left, she used Li Qiao's account to pay her salary for a whole year.Afraid of disturbing an old man in the same ward, she lowered her voice and told me that your father has been refusing to close his eyes, and he can't speak, presumably because he wants to wait for you to come back.

I walked to my dad's bedside, and he stretched out his hand, which was covered with a ventilator, and tightened my hand, blinked slowly, and closed it very peacefully.

He didn't let go of his hand, but he quickly fell asleep.

When the elderly reach this point, they can sometimes live for several years dragging their sick bodies, and sometimes they can't lift up at one breath, and they will die tomorrow.The doctor said that he can still breathe while wearing a ventilator, but if he goes further down, he will have to cut his trachea, and he will suffer a serious crime, and the hospital does not recommend doing so.My dad probably knew it in his heart. At that time, he could still say some vague words, so he told me that he didn't dare to close his eyes at night recently, for fear that if he closed his eyes, someone would pass by.

I said before, treat you better when you are alive, and I will stop crying after you die.I lay down beside Lao Yuan's bed, buried my face in his quilt, hummed my nose and said, "Yuan Guochao, I think I treat you pretty well, can you just promise me, don't whisper Just die, let me see you off for the last time anyway.

Who said that my dad's mind is muddy, doesn't he always remember? !

I took my hand out after he was completely asleep, and called old K, the nocturnal creature, and asked him why the girl with so much love hasn't come yet?

"Although the girl was eliminated early in the draft, she became popular in the circle, so it's hard to date."

"Does the girl have a thin waist? If you have a thin waist, wait for her."

"Slim, you can pinch it with your hands together."

"Then wait a minute—by the way, brother, you are not sleeping at this point, where are you 'cultivating'?"

"How can it be? Didn't I just call my wife in the United States, and she still refuses to bring her daughter back to see me? Why do you think it's so hard to reason with women? You see, I wanted to let my wife live On a good day, I worked from dawn to dusk to do business, and now I’m in the top position. It’s only natural to be ‘full of warmth and lust’, and if you want me to be poor and miserable, I’ll give up and stop thinking about it.”

"That's not necessarily true." I laughed, not intending to flaunt myself, but telling the truth, "Anyway, before the time when there was only a steel coin in his pocket, I had special desires, and I always told myself that I hadn't loved yet. I haven't fucked yet, how can I fall down?"

"What about you now? You've signed a contract to act in a movie. You're full and warm enough, so you don't want to fuck anymore?"

"I also want to, but it's not what I want the most." After a few minutes of silence, I said something of a unique level that made people (including myself) unbelievable.

Feeling warm and thinking about the distance.

Old K never felt that his mouth was not clean, but he boasted that he was "clean in poetry and writing".I asked my aunt to take a nap, and stood vigil in front of the hospital bed alone, thinking that Lao Yuan couldn't hear me anyway, so I happily listened to him prostitution for another half an hour.

The moonlight was bright in front of the bed, and the wind didn't disturb anyone, so it was a very peaceful night.

The girls in the art center are quite conscientious, they gathered to visit my old Yuan Yuan, and after throwing down the big and small bags of condolences, they clamored for a treat from me.There is a food stall within a 10-minute walk from the hospital, and as soon as [-] o'clock in the evening, the spatulas are bustling with people.I invited the girls to have a barbecue there. I set up a long table and ordered mutton skewers, gluten, chicken legs, oily kidneys, leeks and eggplants, as well as beer and Erguotou.

Probably because of the popularity of this place, the food stalls are surrounded by the common Gurixiang, which is white and dense, and the fragrance is wafting around.

The urge to urinate hit me halfway, so I left my seat for a while, thinking that the only toilet had a long queue, so I went into the alley to solve it on the spot.Thinking that there was no place to wash his hands, he carefully shook out the bird without touching it, and then carefully shook it back after urinating.

When I came back, Jiujiu and Ruoxing were arguing about which one is better, Suntory or Yanjing. I asked Skylar, how was Lao Niangpi getting along with everyone in the art center?

As soon as the words came out, Jiujiu and Ruoxing actually stopped talking at the same time, and the atmosphere on the long table became very strange.

"What's wrong?" My heart skipped a beat.

They hesitated for a long time and then poured out their bitterness. It turned out that as soon as Pi entered the art center, the old lady returned to the style of a strict teacher, teaching them dancing skills and not allowing them to be lazy.Worst of all, she also squared off with Wilton, who had a huge irreconcilable artistic disagreement—she questioned Wilton's choreography.

I can see that these girls have criticisms. From the subordinate's point of view, Lao Niangpi's actions really shouldn't be done. She is only a choreographer, not an art director. What's more, the performance of "Send Tang" is coming soon, and it is impossible to overthrow it in terms of choreography. Again.But from an artistic point of view, this question is hard to say.

"Facing the German guy, Ms. Wang insisted that this was a failed choreography. She said, I am just a choreographer, and I respect your achievements, but I will not admit that this choreography is excellent. In fact, it is a mess. Worthless." Skylar imitated the unique expression of the old lady Pi vividly, and laughed, "It's a pity that you are not on the scene, the big nose of the German is crooked!"

There should be some collisions and sparks between artists, but their fireworks this time can burn the Fragrant Hills of Beijing to baldness.Although it is not enough to copy a guy if there is a disagreement, shouting "Go! Cut!" But it has also reached the point where each other is called "dancing blind".Most artists have a problem. They are used to showing off their skills, and they like to be stubborn, which makes them more likely to refuse to give up an inch. The pride of the Germans does not allow others to question their dances. At this moment, they have withdrawn from the crew with their own team.

The girls reminded each other not to meddle in the war between the two art masters, but I can't pretend to be deaf and dumb when things get to this point, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go to the crew. Alice's painstaking effort.

I can't contact the master who is still angry with me. Today is a little late. I confirmed from the girls that Li Qiao is currently in Beijing, so I sent them away.

Practicing splits and spending another sleepless night in front of Lao Yuan's hospital bed.Early in the morning, I asked my aunt to take care of my dad and call me whenever there was any movement. Then I hailed a taxi and rushed to Li Qiao's residence.

When the sun was in the sky and the dew on the green belt was completely dry, I saw a luxury car driving out of the villa area.

It's not a Rolls-Royce, but it's strange to say that my grandfather is in the car at a glance.

In fact, Li Qiao's personal assistant is definitely not my choice, and the iceberg beauty, Lin Jie, is obviously more suitable than me.Not only did she change a driver for him, she even changed the car.

I rushed out, waved at the young man who was driving, and shouted: "Stop, stop!"

The car had just started, and the speed was not fast. The driver hesitated, as if he turned around and asked Li Qiao, "Do you want to stop?"

Based on what I know about this man, it's no wonder he's so easy to talk to me, so I ran up to him in two steps, and lay down in front of his car without saying a word.

If the person is in a large font, the rogue will be a rogue to the end, it depends on what you do.

Fortunately, the braking ability of the luxury car was excellent, the tires creaked and the car stopped abruptly.Then Li Qiao got out of the car angrily, raised her foot and kicked: "Are you fucking courting death?"

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