There Is Life Elsewhere Under the Mountain

[Qing Leng Bai Fumei vs. Wild Puff Cool Brother Little Boss] "Elsewhere" is a mountain, and Elsewhere Mountain is a large cemetery. In a small border town at the foot of another mountain, There is a funeral shop called "Yu Sheng", and the owner's surname is Yu. That year, the career of late Tang Dynasty scholar was at a low point, so he went alone to the "Yu Sheng Funeral" shop at the foot of the mountain elsewhere and submitted a resume. Boss Xiao Yu is handsome and has a three-pointed temperament. He glanced at her luxurious bag: "The salary here can't buy you a bag of hardware." "The boss knows the goods." Tang Wanshu replied calmly. Tang Wanshu stayed, standing at the counter, receiving customers, painting in his spare time, and designing urns and shroud styles. Yu Beixing usually organizes funerals, burns ingots, and carries coffins. He doesn't come to the store unless he has nothing to do. Until one day, Tang Wanshu brought sacrificial supplies to guests. In the wall cabinet of the warehouse, I saw a whole cabinet of master-class oil paintings. There is only one word signed on the back: "Yu". Yu Beixing is a top student and artist from a top art school. He hides many secrets and is burdened with many lives and deaths. But Tang Wanshu never asked, because adults all have secrets, She has it too. At midnight, Tang Wanshu changed into all black work clothes. Wearing a burgundy cashmere coat and tassel earrings, Went to the only bar in the whole town and ordered a cocktail. The little brother dancing on the stage has an attractive figure and is extremely handsome. When the song ended, her slender fingertips hooked the collar of the other party's shirt: "Boss Xiao Yu, you are a good dancer. Come with me. If I can make a comeback, we will open a branch in the capital." "Then I have to behave better." The other party smiled wildly. "But maybe I can't stand up anymore and have to work for you for the rest of my life." After a moment, she lowered her eyes and sighed. "Then I have to behave better, Wanwan." Winter snow and mountains, no admiration for day and night, Aurora and you are both due to return. Funeral Industry/Double C/Light Suspense/Extreme Pulling The next book I will write is this: "Shen Jiang Ambition" Cen Qing is a good girl, with excellent grades and worry-free work. Cen Qing's first rebellion was when she had a boyfriend who was a dancer. The second rebellion was when I quit my job with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan. All the way west, from Urumqi to Kashgar. The tour guide is a local Han Chinese, handsome and good at business. It's just that Cen Qing looks familiar. Isn't this her first love boyfriend Mu Ziwang? She has changed a lot over the years; I don't know if the other party still remembers her. Cenqing is in Tarkushgan County, west of Kashgar. I rented a house for a short period of time. There are some problems with the old house. The water supply will be cut off today and the electricity will be cut off tomorrow. The landlord's WeChat contact for repair reports: Water and electricity: AAA Xiaomu, Heating: AAA Xiaomu, Network: Still AAA Xiao Mu, In the past month since I moved in, Mu Ziwang came to my door several times. Just leave after finishing your work, He never mentioned anything about what happened between the two of them. Until one day, there was a explosive performance in the ancient city of Kashgar. We invite the best dancers from all over the country. Audiences come from all over the world, and it's hard to get a ticket. Cen bought the scalper tickets early in the morning at an increased price. It's a VIP seat in the infield. The last finale performance, She saw the C dancer Mu Ziwang, A ceiling-level performance where wildness and art coexist. During the autograph session after the performance, Cen Qing slowly lined up. Until the handsome and cool young man wrote down his name, then raised his head and smiled carelessly: "Didn't your mother not allow you to associate with people engaged in art?" Cen Qing also smiled, bright and confident, and raised the ticket stub in his hand. "So now I'm paying to see him." At midnight, his rough fingers grasped her smooth palm, Holding her face under the moonlit night in the ancient city: "The wind in the Pamir Plateau has been blowing for so many years." Intention: The mountains and sea are you, and the evening breeze is you too.