Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 155: I am the presenter (end of the book)

"Come, let's go together!"

The fat man held a small flag in his hand, dressed in a dark yellow robes, directing a group of young men and women who also wore robes in front of him.

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Some people hold wooden swords, some people hold gongs, some people play suona, some people beat drums, some people jump and recite curses,

The messy rural funeral music team looked orderly under Fatty’s training. Everyone followed the rhythm of the tune to do their own things, performing their duties, showing a solemn and solemn feeling. , As if the symphony orchestra has both vision!

The fat man jumped up and down, directing every detail,

He is very careful, because this is his career and his life,

This team is all he has.

"Okay, stop!"

The fat man raised the flag in his hand to signal everyone to stop.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!"

The big drum slammed up, and finally came to a sudden stop.

Everyone stopped and stood neatly, and then everyone quickly took out a long sign from the cuff, similar to the one that the ancient minister held in his hand when he went to court.

The fat man also took out a token from his pocket like a trick,

Then all the movements behind him followed him neatly:

"Respectfully send Mr. Zhao to be in the fairy class!"

"Papa Papa!!!!!"

There was a round of applause from all around.

The director of the funeral home was very pleased to say to a middle-aged man in a suit next to him: "Mr. Zhao, is this satisfactory?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied, I hope this is the effect on the day of the funeral."

"Don't worry, this is for sure. This is the main project of our funeral home recently. We Chinese still need to promote our own culture. Funeral culture is actually a kind of our traditional culture."

"Yes, yes, I believe my father will rest in peace in the Spirit of Heaven."

"Hmm."

The curator of the funeral home motioned the deputy curator below to sign the order, and he walked over to the fat man who was drinking and resting, and stretched out his hand to pat the fat man’s shoulder.

"Ba Yi, you did a great job."

"Thank you, the curator, can you give me some bonuses?"

"No problem, every time I receive an order, I will give you a bonus. I will do what I say!"

The curator encouraged everyone again before leaving.

"Brother Bayi, you are really amazing. This is much more than what we used to make from running around in the countryside." A young man leaned in front of the fat man to flatter him.

"Where is this? We will create a formation of eight immortals crossing the sea tomorrow, which will completely blind their dog eyes." The fat man seemed very casual, indeed, compared to the formation he used to move mountains and fill the sea. Fa, right now, it's just a matter of directing a hundred or so people to put on a display, and it really doesn't have much to do on the table.

But in life, the most important thing is RMB, and the rest does not matter.

"By the way, Bayi brother, will you go and watch the excitement later?"

"What's the excitement? This is a funeral home. What is so interesting about the excitement of the dead?"

"I heard that a black corpse was sent today and it will be cremated in the afternoon. We have seen many others cremated. I really want to see what color the ashes of blacks are after cremation."

Xiaoyoung just spoke for himself, not paying attention to the whole face of Bayi next to him, and his entire face was deformed.

………………

"Master, you have worked hard."

"Master, go to my family dinner tonight."

"Master, go to my house."

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you donors, but today's work is not finished yet."

The monk is wearing a robe and is still shoveling dirt with a shovel in his hand. Behind him is a group of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes.

"Master, do we count as virtue in this way?"

"Yes." The monk responded.

"Then I will donate more money to the village tomorrow, and find an engineering team to renovate this mountain road. It is also a good virtue?"

"To accumulate virtue and to do it by yourself." The monk replied.

"Understood, master, I understand."

There are many dignitaries in the crowd, but they still continue to do the work they are doing under the leadership of Qilu. For them, money and the rest of the enjoyment are somewhat underestimated. How to accumulate virtue and pray for future generations Instead, it is their focus.

………………

The spring breeze is warm, and there are many passengers waiting for taxis downstairs in the Pudong International Airport terminal.

Ying Ying'er is thinner than half a year ago. Her figure was originally slightly plump, but now she looks a little weak.

The school is over. She has just returned from the United States and returned to the magic city.

For her, life has to go on no matter what, she doesn't allow herself to have the slightest slack, and every moment, she needs to live with the most exquisiteness.

Because she was worried and didn't know when that man would appear in front of her, she didn't want her to see her decadent and ugly side.

This is the universality shared by every woman. A woman is a person who pleases herself, and no one can escape.

"Hello, do you still know me?"

A man stood behind Ying Ying'er.

Ying Ying'er turned around and saw a man in a burgundy suit. The man’s clothes were rigorous, and every detail of his body was meticulous. Most importantly, he should be on the same plane with him. When I came back, I was able to maintain the absolute exquisiteness after flying for so long, enough to show the other party's obsession with such details.

"Hello, I really don't know him." Ying Ying'er responded.

"You used to open a clinic. Our company is upstairs from you. It is a game company." The man reminded.

"Oh, remember, hello."

"Are you going back?" the man asked, "Let's go together, it is not very convenient to call a car here, my boss is going to drive."

"No trouble, I have a friend to pick me up." Ying Ying'er rebuffed.

"Is he back?"

"What?" Ying Ying'er couldn't understand.

"Oh, I haven't come back." The man shook his head, "If he comes back, let me know."

The man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his mobile phone number. It is also a respect for him not to directly ask for WeChat or other contact information.

"My relationship with him is okay." The man explained.

"Is it Su Bai?" Ying Ying'er asked.

"Yes, it's him." The man took a deep breath and exhaled it heavily. "Although the air in the capital is not as good as California, but when I come back here, I feel that my life has regained motivation."

"I wish you success in your work."

"You too."

(U.S. California law allows same-sex marriage——————Xiaolong press)

A man drove a car and honked his horn.

"My boss came to pick me up, then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The man got into the car. In the car, he was talking and laughing with his boss, and he even reached out to help the boss tidy his tie.

I don't know why, looking at these two men's actions, Ying Ying'er felt a little sour in her heart.

Soon, Ying Yinger waited for the taxi. Instead of going back to her residence, she went back to the building where she used to work.

I don't know why, she wants to come back here to take a look.

An old firefighter at the entrance of the corridor was checking the fire-fighting equipment of the building. When Ying Ying'er walked over, the firefighter smiled at Ying Ying'er, and Ying Ying'er also smiled back.

"Brother Li, is your son going to have funeral tomorrow?" a colleague asked beside him.

"Well, tomorrow." The old fireman replied.

"Then you still go to work today, oh, forget it, let's be sorry, that's right, when people are busy, there is no time to think."

"I still have a grandson. I came here this time to take my grandson."

"You haven't taken a vacation and travel recently?"

"It’s nothing, nothing, it’s fine when you come back, it’s fine when you come back, and you can live on."

………………

The office hasn't been subleased yet. Ying Yinger had already returned it to Su Bai, but it seemed that someone had extended the lease here for five years, so it remained the same.

Ying Ying'er found out the cleaning supplies inside and started cleaning up,

I just got off the long-distance plane and I was very tired.

But Ying Ying'er insisted on cleaning the place.

It was busy until the evening.

A little tired and a little confused.

I poured myself a glass of water and stood in front of the French window, watching the neon flashing below.

The cold city is also the cold night,

Ying Yinger took out her mobile phone and opened a radio station app.

Ten years ago, someone made statistics. The three major broadcast users: students, migrant workers, and drivers~IndoMTL.com~ Nowadays, with the popularity of smartphones, there are two categories: drivers and lonely people.

He said that that might be the last time we met,

It's been so long,

He really never contacted himself again,

It seems to have really jumped into the crowd, not looking for a trace.

He is still the same, he will only think of himself when he needs it, and he is still the same. Every time he needs himself, he can't control it.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. It is impossible to talk about who suffers and who is irresponsible.

Leaning against the window sill, Ying Ying'er's hair draped over her shoulders.

The mineral water in my hand is obviously mineral water, but I feel like drinking wine.

There was some noise in the broadcast sound of the mobile phone at this time. It seemed that there was some problem with the signal, but it quickly returned to normal, but the tone changed at this time:

"Dear friends and listeners, hello.

Welcome to listen to the "Horror Radio" program,

Me,

Is the host of the show,

I...

I have a name, my name is Su Bai;

Here, I will first order a song for a girl as a gift to her. I know that she has just returned from studying abroad and she must be lonely now.

This song is the second string of "Love Concubine",

I hope,

She can still be happy when I'm not by her side, and can continue to live happily.

Love her, give her the most beautiful stars and twelve hours,

That night,

Always in my heart,

May you be well.

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