After being released from prison: the actor's wife became a black fan

Yu Yuan stiffened her neck, trembling with fear, her hands in her pockets were shaking, but she still said on her face: "Take it, take it whatever you want, anyway, I picked it up, take as much as you want!"

A burst of cheers.

The seven happily surrounded the roses, excitedly picking out the blooming roses.

"Wow! It's all blooming well, and it hasn't withered at all!"

"I want five white roses and five red roses to fit right in the vase!"

"I want to have half of each..."

The sound of chattering in the ear.

Yu Yuan was crying, unable to be happy.

Finished!

She was outside and sold the mobile phone that someone sent her face, and when she came back, she threw the flowers that someone gave her into the trash can.

Now that they have been divided face to face, why is this feeling of guilt getting heavier and heavier?

She swallowed her saliva, looked at Ji Xiunian quietly, trying to send a signal, eluting: You saw it, you heard it!

It's really not my fault!It's what they want!

Ji Xiunian raised his eyebrows, he didn't know if he had received the signal, but he took two steps forward.

The seven people he shared the spoils laughed and joined in the fun and said, "Can you share some with me too?"

Yu Yuan stared straight, not daring to take a breath.

When the seven people saw that it was Teacher Ji, they said in surprise, "Eh? Teacher Ji also likes flowers?"

Ji Xiunian half bent over, calm and composed: "Well, it looks pretty open, and there happens to be an empty vase in the room, take a few back to purify the air."

The seven said excitedly: "Okay! Okay! How much does Teacher Ji want? You choose first!"

Yu Yuan:! ! !

Ji Xiunian thanked with a smile, and then, the person who just said to take a few flowers back took a third of them unceremoniously.

Seven people were stunned.

However, Ji Xiunian paused for a moment, as if he felt that he took a little too much.

He asked politely and alienatedly: "Will I take too much? How much do you want, and I will give you some more?"

The seven people waved their hands again and again: "No, no, no! Not much! Not much at all! There are quite a few left, we just choose from the rest!"

Ji Xiunian smiled slightly: "That's good."

Yu Yuan was dumbfounded, this, this is okay? !

She can!

She is still saved!

Yu Yuan's mind became lively again in an instant, she moved her steps, and hurriedly approached: "I just thought about it, one person misunderstood, and a group of people holding flowers will not be misunderstood."

"Don't finish all the distribution for me, leave some for me, and I'll put it in a vase too, for a nice display."

Without even thinking about it, the seven said, "Okay, okay, how much does Yu Yuan want?"

Yu Yuan almost wanted to say that she also wanted 33 flowers, but she held back abruptly.

If it is said, a bouquet of flowers is more than half of her and Ji Xiunian's put together, so it's no wonder they aren't suspected!

She acted as if she just wanted to have the same bouquet of flowers with her good sister: "Just share it equally."

In the end, there were two flowers left after dividing, and they were all given to Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan took the ten rescued flowers and put them in a vase, feeling like she was riding a roller coaster, it was so f*cking exciting!

She looked at Ji Xiunian with a little bit of confidence, and asked with special concern: "Mr. Ji, are you not going back?"

Holding the flowers in one hand, Ji Xiunian scanned the ten flowers that Yu Yuan took back with his eyes, and the peach blossom eyes were faintly curved.

"Not urgent."

He seemed to smile, and said to others: "What do you want to practice? I will be your exclusive tutor, so that I can be lazy and don't need to go to the practice room."

This reason is simply not too reasonable!

When the seven of them heard this, they were immediately pleasantly surprised, and echoed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, what practice room, Teacher Ji will guide us as well!"

"That's right! That's right! Our next performance has something to do with ethnic style, we have to practice—"

After a pause, they looked at Yu Yuan subconsciously: "Yu Yuan, what are we practicing?"

Yu Yuan scratched her head, and glanced at Ji Xiunian with a dry smile: I told you to leave, you won't leave by yourself.

Ji Xiunian:?

Yu Yuan had nothing to say, she turned around and brought over the two tightly tied black bags: "Let's practice the traditional culture of our ancestors, the long-standing national characteristics, and the most unique soul music..."

Once the bag is opened.

A group of people looked inside excitedly, and what caught their eyes were big suona, small suona, erhu, flute, snare drum, sheng and various weird musical instruments.

A proud voice sounded in his ears.

"Come on, today I will teach you how to play funeral music!"

A group of people suddenly raised their heads: "Teach, teach, teach what?"

Ji Xiunian's eyes froze for a moment.

Yu Yuan raised a bright smile, pointed to the underworld musical instrument at hand, and said word by word: "Blow, mourn, and enjoy!"

Bang!

Crackling!

The pupils of the seven people trembled, and they ran away: "I suddenly remembered that the company might still disagree, so I'll go first!"

"My two sisters from the same company said that they are really short of people, so I will leave first!"

"Our company also seems to say—"

boom!

Yu Yuan kicked the wall, and her long legs just blocked the door behind her.

She flicked her wrists, swiped at the friends who were sharing flowers in front of her, and smiled angrily: "Hey, where do you want to go?"

The seven of them choked hard and swallowed loudly, always feeling that if they passed again, their lives would be lost.

But, playing funeral music...

The junior sister from the same company as Ji Xiunian asked for help tremblingly: "Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, the funeral music program group should not allow it?"

A group of people nodded quickly, with eager eyes: "Yes, yes, it shouldn't be included in the ethnic style of the program group, right?"

Yu Yuan was also watching.

Ji Xiunian coughed, and said against his will: "In essence, playing funeral music is indeed a national culture, and it has a long history and a long history."

"The program group is not rigid. There are no hard and fast rules on this aspect. If you want to play, you can."

Seven people: They don't want to at all! ! !

Ji Xiunian didn't seem to see the rejection eyes.

He turned his head, walked over, coughed and said to Yu Yuan who was guarding the door: "I suddenly remembered that I haven't had breakfast yet, you practice first, I'll come back later."

The eyeballs of the seven people protruded:? ? ? ?

"What does Teacher Ji want to eat, we will buy it for you—"

Yu Yuan thought of the suona that Ji Xiunian still owed her, so she became very playful, and just as she opened her mouth in a tricky manner, her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the rose in his arms.

She paused awkwardly, retracted her legs cowardly, and coughed together: "Cough! I thought about it, they still want to learn musical instruments, and I also want to teach them. If there is no time to buy them, Teacher Ji should buy them herself."

The two of them were more timid than the other, and they didn't dare to speak more.

Behind them, a group of people stared dumbfounded. One moment, Teacher Ji said that the culture has a long history and he wanted to guide them, but the next moment, he turned his head and left.

My jaw dropped in shock, and my heart felt cold.