Madness of the Heart

Mingshu's eyelids jumped up immediately.

There is nothing wrong with the first half of this WeChat, but the last sentence "You are the captain, you lead the team" is clearly Yi Fei's conspiracy!

"Fuck! You are so heartless!" Mingshu said.

Xiao Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to watch the folk music performance?" Mingshu held out his phone.

Xiao Yu'an read the WeChat message, "This is a benefit for you, and there is no harm in seeing it."

Xiao Yu'an knew about the folk music performance. The performer was a band formed by Dongye City Performing Arts Group.

"It's better to give me one more day off." Mingshu raised his eyebrows on one side and lowered on the other. "Do you know why Yi Fei emphasized that I am the captain and I lead the team? Because he doesn't want to go, he must have thought of a reason not to go."

Xiao Yu'an smiled, "Is that why you don't want to watch a folk music performance?"

Mingshu said: "Brother, you just came here, and you don't understand our fake welfare here."

"Is the benefit divided into true and false?"

"Of course. Usually, the benefits we really want are not given by the superiors." Mingshu's speech became faster and faster: "Last year or the year before last, there was a very famous female singer who came to a concert. Lu Yanzhou and the others really wanted to go to the scene. At that time, the Special Police Corps went on a mission to make a contribution, so Lu Yanzhou raised his eyebrows, saying that the brothers wanted to watch the concert, and not occupy the fans' seats. The superiors promised well, and said yes, yes, go to the concert , do you know what happened next?"

Mingshu laughed to himself.

Xiao Yu'an was very face-saving, "What happened next?"

"Lu Yanzhou and the others were dragged to a theater, oh yes, Jiangnan Theater." Ming Shu said, "What kind of female singer's concert are you watching? Let them book a children's drama! Lu Yanzhou is crazy, and he will tell me when he sees me." , What kind of performance benefits will the higher-ups give in the future, if you can’t go, you won’t go, the performing arts group is dead, and the tickets for popular shows will never be given out, and all the tickets will be taken out are unpopular shows that no one sees.”

Xiao Yuan smiled.

"That's why I said it's fake benefits, but Yi Fei is quick to hide." Ming Shu clicked his tongue twice, "Brother, why don't you go for me?"

"This won't work." Xiao Yu'an said to Ming Shu's favor and favor, and he still has to talk about business principles, "This kind of welfare should be accepted, you and Yi Fei are the leaders of the serious crime team, if he doesn't go, you must go. I am not a member of your serious crime team, and it is not suitable to lead a team. Folk music performances are different from children's dramas, music is another language, and listening to it occasionally can adjust your mood."

"I can't appreciate it, and I don't need to use music to adjust my mood." Mingshu feels that he will never be a cultural person. First, he doesn't like reading books, and second, he doesn't like listening to music. I couldn't hear it at all.

"I can't even tell the difference between a guzheng and a guqin," he said.

Xiao Yuan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Hey, forget it, let's go." Mingshu said to himself, "The captain has to look like a captain."

Knowing that they are going to watch a folk music performance, most members of the serious crime team are as uninterested as Ming Shu.Fang Yuanhang was very excited, holding the brochure and said: "This band is very powerful. Not only does it perform in Dongye City, but it is also often invited to other provinces and cities."

Mingshu said, "Are you so clear?"

"Of course!" Fang Yuanhang said proudly, "I am a tenth-level guqin enthusiast!"

Mingshu: "..."

Fang Yuanhang began to talk about his love for guqin and his views on folk music, many professional terms Mingshu had never heard of.

Of course, Yi Fei, his vice-captain, hadn't heard of it either.

After expelling Fang Yuanhang, Yi Fei said: "I didn't expect Yuanhang to be a young man who loves traditional culture. I thought he would only play games in his spare time."

Ming Shu said lightly: "It's a good thing to like folk music. Young people are angry, so they should listen to folk music and play the guqin."

"That's right." Yi Fei lowered his voice, "Xiao Ming, can you tell the difference between Guqin and Guzheng?"

Mingshu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Fei in surprise, "You can't tell the difference?"

Yi Fei was stunned for a few seconds, "Damn, I thought we were the same, I couldn't tell the difference, and you couldn't tell the difference. You can tell the difference?"

"This is common sense, Xiao Yi." Ming Shu, with a calm face, told Yi Fei what Xiao Yu'an had told him, and even pulled out a comparison picture of Guqin and Guzheng on his mobile phone, "Got it?"

Yi Fei was dubious, "...not normal."

Ming Shu calmed down, "What's abnormal?"

Yi Fei said: "Do you know all about musical instruments? Or are they folk musical instruments?"

Ming Shu said, "I am knowledgeable and talented, and you just learned about it today?"

"I suspect that Bureau Xiao gave you a popular science." Yi Fei said.

Mingshu paused for a drink, and put down the glass very gracefully to avoid being choked.

Yi Fei said: "Have you really given you a popular science?"

"I said this is common sense, so why do you need to learn more about it?" Mingshu said: "I think you should lead the team the day after tomorrow. Why did you give up such a good opportunity to get in touch with folk music? This is a benefit given to us by the superiors." Comrade Yi Fei, the SWAT team can’t go even if they want to.”

Yi Fei has withdrawn two steps.

Mingshu continued: "If you lead the team, I won't go, and I will give you the opportunity. Fang Yuanhang will sit next to you, and the expert on the stage will play music for you, and Yuanhang will explain it to you below the stage. A feast for hearing and soul... Hey, Yi Fei, why are you running? Come back to me!"

Failing to return the responsibility of leading the team to Yi Fei, Mingshu stayed in the study at night to check the introductions of various ethnic musical instruments and the information of the performing arts group.

Xiao Yuan found it funny.

Ming Shu is used to carrying all kinds of idol burdens on his body. When facing Xiao Yu'an before, he carried the burden of boyfriend - to be perfect and not to show any ugliness.Of course, now that this burden has been thrown away, I have dared to sleep on my back in the bathtub, and dare to stuff raw garlic and onions into my mouth.

Now Mingshu is carrying the captain's burden.Since you have to lead a team to see a folk music performance, you can't be ignorant, and if you have to discuss a few words with your brothers, you can pretend to be forced for a while with confidence.

When Xiao Yu'an took out the guzheng that hadn't been moved for a long time, Ming Shu was sitting in the armchair, scrolling the mouse with one hand and rubbing his feet with the other.

When the sound of the piano sounded, Mingshu was startled. Looking into the living room, he saw Xiao Yu'an playing with his head bowed.

And that song was exactly what he heard on the Internet just now.

"Brother, I didn't know you could play the guzheng? We have a guzheng at home?" Mingshu walked out.

"I brought it back a few years ago, but you weren't there at the time." Xiao Yu'an said, "I didn't take it out much later."

Mingshu asked: "Why do you learn Guzheng?"

"It's related to the mission." Xiao Yu'an said with a smile: "I went undercover in a human trafficking organization under the guise of folk music training, and learned a little bit temporarily."

Ming Shu sat cross-legged across from the guzheng, and listened for a while, "I'm a little interested in folk music now."

Xiao Yu'an didn't answer because he guessed what he was going to say next.

Sure enough, he said: "You will, I may not be able to learn it, but I must appreciate it."

Because of the positional relationship, Xiao Yu'an needs to lower his eyes when looking at Ming Shu, while Ming Shu needs to raise his face when looking at Xiao Yu'an.

After a while, Xiao Yuan patted the place beside him, "Come here, I'll teach you."

The performance is arranged on Saturday night, a total of two hours, starting at seven o'clock and ending at nine o'clock.

Because it was just a rehearsal, to put it bluntly, it was a public rehearsal, so there were no audiences who came by purchasing tickets.

The members of the Serious Crime Squad said that they were not interested, did not want to hear about it, and did not want to come, but when they really came, they were still in a good mood. Each of them held a booklet and read it seriously.

After Xiao Yu'an's influence for a few days, Ming Shu was able to discuss with Fang Yuanhang, a tenth-level guqin enthusiast.

Fang Yuanhang has no doubts about himself, a master who has a wide range of thinking in solving cases, and he sincerely sighs-a great person, no matter what he is good at!

As soon as the time comes, the performance officially begins, with solo performances of various instruments and ensemble performances.

At the beginning, Mingshu was smiling. Although he didn't appreciate it, he pretended to listen with gusto.However, it didn't take long before I couldn't sit still.

At home, Xiao Yu'an played the guzheng for him, and he could listen to it peacefully all night.But changing the place and changing the person, the mood of appreciating music is gone.

He thought about it with a self-critical consciousness, and felt that he was still not a cultural person, and what he appreciated was not the music itself, but the people who played the music for him.

In the second half of the performance, he really didn't want to listen to it, but he didn't want to leave the stage early, and he didn't want to doze off and play with his mobile phone—his tutoring since he was a child made him used to respecting people of any profession.

Time was a bit difficult, he simply stopped listening, but focused on observing the players.

The lights on the stage were very bright, illuminating everyone's facial features and expressions very clearly.

Mingshu's gaze swept across their faces, and settled on a female player playing the zither.

She is dressed in a white dress with light gauze, with delicate embroidery on the cuffs, collar, and chest. Her long hair hangs softly on her shoulders. She has delicate features and is wearing light makeup in a very classical style. fairy spirit.

But quite different from this fairy spirit, she wore a red stud earring with a modern design on the bone of her right ear.

Mingshu can't have a love for women, but because of this, he can appreciate the beauty of women more objectively.

The female player made him feel very comfortable.

The emotions shown between her eyebrows and eyes are only available to those who are immersed and lovers.

But Mingshu always felt that she looked very sad.

Compared with the surrounding players, this sadness is particularly obvious and vivid.

But why is she sad?What is she sad about?

Because of the delay in the middle, the last song ended at a quarter past nine.All the performers and behind-the-scenes workers went up to the stage to express their thanks, and the audience also stood up, no matter whether they understood or dozed off, they all applauded enthusiastically.

Mingshu watched for a long time, but found that the female guzheng player did not appear on the stage.

Whether this is considered strange or not, he does not know.In the past, he had hardly seen a drama concert, and he didn't know whether this kind of curtain call should be attended by every performer, or it didn't matter whether he participated or not.

He just paid too much attention to the female performer, so when she didn't show up, he noticed it.

Perhaps there were other players who did not appear.

"Master." Having already started to leave, Fang Yuanhang shook his arm, "What are you looking at?"

Mingshu retracted his gaze and asked, "Have you watched this type of performance a lot before?"

"Not many." Fang Yuanhang said, "Only a few times a year."

That's not a lot.Mingshu thought for a moment and asked, "Will the performers come out to greet the audience at the final curtain call?"

"Basically they will." Fang Yuanhang answered simply, "Especially the important performers."

Mingshu recalled that the female performer appeared many times, and her position was close to the center, so she should be considered an important performer.

"What's wrong, master, who did you see? And she didn't come out to call the curtain?" Fang Yuanhang said.

Mingshu said: "Your observation and reasoning skills are not qualified in the serious crime team."

When the brisk cheers on the stage spread to the backstage, it was like a layer of water, a drum surface, and became dull and heavy.

Sha Chun took off the white costume and put on a linen shirt and wide-leg pants.

She was alone in the backstage for the time being. She bent down, tidied up her personal belongings, and took off the makeup on her face before her colleagues came back.

It was stage makeup, which looked like light makeup in the eyes of the audience, but in fact, when she left the stage, the makeup looked particularly exaggerated.

She had makeup remover cotton in one hand and makeup remover water in the other. Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly paused on her wrist, and sighed softly two seconds later.

She used to like to attend the curtain call very much, and the audience's applause was the reward she cared most about.She had no time to see their faces clearly during the performance, and only at the curtain call could she take a good look at those who appreciated her performance and gave her applause.

But her colleagues intentionally or unintentionally alienate her, even exclude her.At the curtain call she always stands alone, no one wants to come near her.

This situation has become more serious this year.

And backstage, she's in pretty bad shape, too.

Gradually, she no longer participated in the curtain calls, and hurriedly removed her makeup and tidied up as soon as the performance was over.Before her colleagues came back one after another, she had already packed her bag and was about to leave.

There is this advantage of performing in the city - the transportation is convenient, and you don't have to take the bus sent by the group with everyone.

"Shachun packed again?" One person said, "I haven't changed my clothes yet, why is she so fast?"

"She didn't participate in the curtain call, didn't you know?" One person smiled sarcastically, "She is different from us, she has to hurry, maybe she has to rush somewhere to perform."

"What time is it? Why don't you exhaust her to death?"

"People's 'model workers' are not in the same realm as ours. Quickly remove makeup, quickly remove makeup, and eat hemp for a while!"

"Okay, 'Model Worker' is going to work, and we're going to eat Ma Xiao?"

"Hey! Are you still on?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Quietly close the door, also shutting the laughter and light behind.Sha Chun stood outside the door for a moment, sighed, and walked out of the theater.

The new building of Dongye Performing Arts Group was built quickly, and the employees were also moving quickly. On the one hand, the buyers of the old building were urging to vacate the space, and on the other hand, most of the employees themselves wanted to move to the new Binjiang building.

This has caused some hidden problems, such as security and cleaning not keeping up, and traffic is also a big problem.

The old building is located in the old city center of Dongye City. It is difficult to get a car and drive. The only advantage is that no matter where the employees start from in the city, the straight-line distance to the old building will not be too far.

The new building is different. It has a quiet environment and a large area. However, it is located in the south of Nancheng District, far away from the city center. The subway cannot reach it temporarily, and there are very few bus trips.

In order to make it easier for employees to commute to and from get off work, Performing Arts Group arranges buses to and from the new building and important transportation stations in the city center every day, and also gives employees who drive a certain amount of fuel compensation.

However, this cannot completely solve the traffic problem.

Employees love to complain about the inconvenience of their daily commute, but few mention security lapses.

The southern part of Nancheng District is actually the fringe area of ​​the city. The Nancheng District government designated a technology and cultural development zone here a few years ago to attract developers with a high profile.

But most of the land that was sold is still deserted. There are commercial centers under construction around the new building of the Performing Arts Group, and there are also wastelands that have not yet started construction.This area will definitely become the new center of Nancheng District in the next ten years, but the fact is that it is sparsely populated.

Even the land purchased by the Performing Arts Group was only half developed.

As for the use of the other half, some high-level executives plan to continue to build houses and rent them out as office buildings in the future, and some high-level executives hope to build theaters. The reason is that the performance market will expand and the group should have its own theater.

If the two factions can't settle down, the land can only be left empty, and neither construction nor greening can be done. Usually, no one goes to the wasteland, and even the security guards don't know how to ride a bicycle to patrol.

After the rehearsal, the band took a two-day vacation. When they started work again, everyone found that the "model worker" Sha Chun hadn't appeared.

This has never happened before. Sha Chun would not ask for leave even if he suddenly felt unwell, let alone absent from work without saying hello.

But no one wants to call Shachun.

This day, it was not until the afternoon when the deputy director of the folk music department, Han Mingming, came to inform about the precautions for the official performance, that he suddenly asked, "Where is Sha Chun?"

"She didn't come today." Someone replied.

"Have you asked for leave?" Han Mingming asked.

The voices of the crowd were sparse, "No."

Han Mingming took out her mobile phone and asked before dialing, "Has anyone called her?"

Everyone laughed, and there was a contemptuous sentence in the laughter-"Who wants to call her? We don't deserve to call 'model workers' to work."

Han Mingming was pacing in the performance hall with folded arms, when a cold mechanical female voice came from the phone: "The person you dialed has turned off the phone."

"Why did it shut down?" Han Mingming frowned and said to herself.

In summer, the weather changes as soon as it is said, and the thunder explodes, and the rain hits the windowpanes like hail.

"Oops, with such heavy rain, the road will definitely be blocked later."

"'Model Worker' really has the foresight. I would have known that I would also ask for leave today."

The torrential rain became heavier, the river became cloudy, and a pond in the performing arts group's campus also began to swell.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to get off work. Due to the heavy rain, the bus was prone to accidents when it was on the road. Therefore, the logistics department of the group temporarily decided not to leave the bus.

Employees who drive themselves don't want to be on the road at this time, so most employees stay in the office.

It was almost seven o'clock, the rain was falling harder, the river was overflowing, and to make matters worse, the pond was pouring into the garage.

A small number of security guards and cleaners were called to move sandbags, but the speed of sandbags could not keep up with the speed of water spreading in the pool.The logistics department reported to the group's top management, who immediately asked the employees who stayed in the office to go down and move the sandbags.

"It's bloody bad luck!"

"Why do you ask us to move sandbags?"

"Shachun is very lucky, the only time he was absent from work and avoided this kind of thing!"

Everyone is full of resentment, but they have to move sandbags in the rainstorm.Suddenly, Liu Jia, a new employee from the Propaganda Department, slipped and fell into a deep pit full of mud and water, and screamed in fright.

Everyone worked together to pull her up, she was still in shock, and said tremblingly: "I seem to have touched something just now."

"That's a dirt pit, probably washed away by the rain, what can there be?"

"No, I feel something is wrong!"

Liu Jia is not the kind of employee who likes to play tricks. After joining the job, he has been down-to-earth and dedicated to his work, so he would not joke around at this time.Several colleagues who accompanied her immediately called the security guards, and everyone worked together to scoop out the muddy water that blocked the sight.

The field of vision gradually became clear, and what appeared at the bottom of the pit was a leg half-pressed by the mud.