MTL - Dreadful Radio Game-v3 Chapter 985 There are no tall buildings that don't collapse!

"One is the 阆 葩 葩 葩, one is beautiful.

If there is no such thing, this life will meet him again;

If there is a strange relationship, how can the mind finally become illusory?

A self-deprecating, an empty worker..."

The open-air KTV is an extraordinarily simple device compared to later generations. There is a lot of noise in the surround sound. In front, a barbecue grill is erected there.

Xu Fugui is roasting the sheep. He is not particularly good at cooking. Roasting the whole sheep seems to be the only one he can get.

The fat of the mutton is constantly dripping out, giving a "sweet" sound, and the scent that belongs to the mutton is gradually beginning to spread.

Sitting next to Xu Fugui, a woman, a woman cheongsam, a genius of genius, no powder, but pretty moving, every move, with a youthful and feminine atmosphere.

Xu Fugui thinks that she is very good-looking. Of course, this kind of good-looking is only from the perspective of the man’s pure appreciation of women, because this woman is the goal of her good friend, and Xu Fugui also has a wife, even the children have been in elementary school. .

A song "枉凝眉" sings and sings, there is not much gorgeous singing, but the song is with the kind of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the thoughts, this song for most people, talk Not so good, but the key is actually whether the singer can integrate into that emotion, whether he can add his own understanding of "Dream of Red Mansions".

Obviously, this is not a problem for Su Yuhang. The man’s skill in this area is unquestionable. At this time, while singing a song, he secretly sent Liu Mengyu, who was sitting there, to the autumn wave.

Xu Fugui picked up the knife and stroked the mutton back and forth. He sighed in the heart that it was a turbulent night. His old friend, who was always tempted to take a paper fan and vomited blood at the time, almost became a A gorilla who loves to estrus.

Love can be blind, especially in this environment and the background of this identity. Perhaps this is what Su Yuhang is pursuing. What he wants is not only love, but more, it belongs to the literati. That kind of Wen Qing.

At the end of the song, Xu Fugui was roasting the sheep, Liu Mengyu still did not move, no one applauded, no one cheered, some awkward.

However, Su Yuhang was very self-indulgent and applauded himself, and then walked down.

"Fine, is the lamb baked?"

"Almost, you can eat."

"Ok."

Su Yuhang personally cut a piece of meat on the plate and handed it to Liu Mengyu.

"Dream rain, this is the most tender and best part of the sheep. Try it quickly. It’s not good to make other dishes, but this one is the one that I have to admire."

Liu Mengyu nodded, took the plate, the red lips lightly opened, and slowly chewed.

A woman who can make her food look very charming is almost equal to the level of beauty.

Xu Fugui also smiled and continued to cut the lamb.

in the air,

It is filled with estrus and a sigh of breath, a bit horrible.

Su Yuhang is like a little boy who is in the face of Liu Mengyu, but Liu Mengyu is still unmoved.

Xu Fugui feels that he can't stand it anymore. He feels that he should do something to purify the atmosphere.

He put down the plate,

Pick up the microphone,

Picked a song,

a little less,

Su Yuhang, who is chatting with Liu Mengyu, Dan Qing, has lived.

The passionate rhythm of "The March of the Volunteers" smashed all his preparations and efforts tonight into a flamboyant bubble.........

............

At the end of the simple party, Liu Mengyu left. She has always maintained a kind of indifference from beginning to end. Even with the almost unobtrusive pursuit of Su Yuhang, she is still indifferent.

Su Yuhang and Xu Fugui both held a bottle of Coke in their hands, and while drinking, they walked along the street. Su Yuhang kept talking about how Liu Mengyu was doing and how he felt, Xu Fugui was listening next to him. , nodded from time to time.

a long time,

Su Yuhang was quiet,

Xu Fugui has been very quiet;

Walking again, Su Yuhang suddenly stopped and pointed to an apartment road across the road. "Take you to see the individual."

"See who?" Xu Fugui asked.

"A person."

"Ordinary people?"

"One... scientist."

Xu Fugui still nodded. When he was with this old friend, the most things he did seemed to be nodding.

Pushing open the railing and going in, the other party lives on the first floor, but Xu Fugui notes that this should be only a temporary stop for the other party, or more like an inn.

The door is unlocked, push the door open and go straight in.

Beethoven’s Symphony of Destiny is in the room. An old housekeeper is brewing coffee. It seems that he has long guessed the time of the visit.

A young man sitting in a wicker chair with a book in his hand is watching, he is very fascinated, and it seems that even the guests did not find it.

"Young master, the guests are here." The old butler said when the coffee came up.

"Oh."

The young man closed the book and did not have any apologies for scorning the guests. He still did his own thing. Xu Fugui noticed that Su Yuhang was sitting on the sofa directly as if he was familiar with the young man. Xu Fugui also I noticed that the young man was holding a novel about the murder of a secret room. It was recently published by a British detective novelist. The other side looked at the original English version. After all, it has not been translated yet.

"Please sit down."

The young man said to Xu Fugui.

Xu Fugui nodded and sat down.

Everyone picks up their own coffee, the young man is not eager to drink, Su Yuhang is also drinking, and Xu Fugui suddenly feels that there is no appetite.

This cup of coffee was too greasy, reminding him of the oil that came out of the sheep when he had just roasted the sheep. He also thought of a group of listeners in a story world where the bodies were killed in a special environment. The corpse oil slowly flowing out.

"Listen to Su Yuhang often mentioned to you, Xu Fugui, I am very happy to meet you here."

The young man opened his voice, but he still had coffee, and he didn't mean to get up.

Xu Fugui put down the coffee, and his hands were unnaturally rubbed on his legs, which seemed a little uncomfortable.

“Do you need some sugar?” asked the young master.

Xu Fugui shook his head, this cup of coffee, even if you put a house of sugar, there is no way to cover that taste.

"His surnamed Zhao." Su Yuhang said, "A folk scientist has his own laboratory. The last time I used the potion in the story world is what he gave me."

Xu Fugui nodded again.

“Have you eaten?” asked Zhao Gongzi.

"Eat." Xu Fugui.

"No." Su Yuhang.

Xu Fugui and Su Yuhang looked at each other.

"Oh." Zhao Gongzi directly told his housekeeper to prepare, and then Xu Fugui said, "This friend, I will invite you to visit my laboratory if there is a chance."

"I am a old man, even if I have been doing administrative work after returning to the city, I really don't understand anything about science." Xu Fugui is reluctant to refuse.

"My lab, can't invite ordinary people to go in, rich, although this is our first formal meeting, but I am very curious about you, I really hope that you can give me a chance to let me meet This curiosity.

You know, curiosity can kill cats. ”

"Sorry." Xu Fugui refused again.

Su Yuhang sat next to him or sipping his own coffee. Xu Fugui’s attitude made him slightly dissatisfied, but at this time, he could not say anything.

This is a cold friendship between the host and the host. Xu Fugui got up and said before he came up with the steak. Su Yuhang, who wanted to stay and eat again, could only get up with Xu Fugui.

Night streets,

Dimly lit street light,

Stretched two figures side by side,

And start to pull longer and longer.

Su Yuhang stretched out and looked at Xu Fugui, who was somewhat depressed. He smiled and said, "What happened? Blame me for wasting your time?"

"My time, not precious." Xu Fugui shook his head, he said a little shouted, "How long have you known him?"

“It’s almost half a year.” Su Yuhang counted, “I gave him some research materials, and he gave me feedback.”

Xu Fugui nodded again and did not speak.

Su Yuhang stopped and Xu Fugui took a few steps forward to realize that this also stopped.

Su Yuhang reached out on Xu Fugui's shoulder and said very seriously: "I have always regarded you as my best friend."

"Me too." Xu Fugui said.

"So, I have something good, and I hope to share it with you. You know, one person will always feel lonely when I am at night, so I hope that you can accompany me.

At least, in this world, except for you, I can't find a second person who is going with me along with that road. ”

Su Yuhang said very sincerely.

Xu Fugui raised his head blankly, as if he was hesitating, as if he was thinking, and finally he was helpless: "Oh, you can't go, you know, I am afraid of black."

It is said that Su Yuhang’s face is exposed to the color of desolateness. This man who has always been mad is rarely experienced such low mood.

"Then we will always be good friends in the future?"

"Yes, I haven't said it before, waiting for you to catch Liu Mengyu, give birth to a child, I want to give him the cognac."

"Zhao Gongzi over there, in fact, I am very optimistic about you." Su Yuhang licked his lips, this is the hint he can say the most.

"Life and death have a rich life in the sky, the emperor and Alexander did not collapse, then, what can be collapsed?" Xu Fugui squatted on the ground, his fingers poked the ground of the asphalt road: "Nothing The banquet, there are no tall buildings that do not collapse."

There is another sentence Xu Fugui did not say,

There is no eternal friendship.

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This piece of story will be written in a combination of flashback and normal narrative. In the end, it will be merged into a "one". By the way, it can be regarded as a pit for the old rich and Su Yuhang.