Heavenly Farmer

Fang Yuan knows that his wife likes to listen to music or is a **** fan of a star.

He has no interest in music, although he is not incomplete, at least very general.

My wife just likes music. Can he listen?

What is the common language spoken? That's not it!

At the moment, he clicked on the website, but found that he had to register.

"It's really troublesome to register a website."

Fang Yuan muttered.

However, he still registered one. If his wife returned to work to discuss with him and found that he was not registered, wouldn't it mean that he hadn't heard of it at all, then he must kneel on the keyboard?

Thinking of being caressed by Huang Qiqi's gentle and gentle appearance for a moment, she immediately changed completely after getting married, and was very strong.

He is now almost a strict wife.

After finally registering, he finally was able to audition this so-called super nice song.

When he released the music, his look suddenly changed.

Outside the door, a disciplinary committee cadre who checked the post gently opened the door and was ready to check the situation inside.

Suddenly, he stopped and listened carefully.

I don't know how long it passed, and suddenly, the flute disappeared.

The cadre of the Commission for Discipline Inspection rushed in.

Fang Yuan squinted his eyes and enjoyed his face. It sounded so good. The recommendation from his daughter-in-law was really good.

He was going to put it again, and suddenly a rush of footsteps came over.

He suddenly looked back, but saw the door was pushed open, and a man rushed in.

He was taken aback, and he had to put away the phone quickly.

Because he knows that the post has been checked frequently.

If you find yourself doing something unrelated to your job, you are punished.

He is a newcomer who has just been the director of the department for less than a month and has not yet sat down firmly. If Cha Gang is punished, it will become a joke.

"Xiao Fang, what was the flute sound just now?"

The man asked hurriedly.

Fang Yuan shouted badly when he saw the man.

Because this man is called the black-faced god, many tribes have come to his hands and been punished.

"Director Li, ah ..."

Fang Yuan froze, what do you mean?

"The flute you just heard is really nice. Who played it?"

The black-faced **** Li asked with long eyes.

When Fang Yuan saw the impatience of Director Li, he immediately understood.

He secretly exclaimed that he was able to escape, and he handed the phone to Director Li and said, "Director Li, is a piece of music from this website. I just heard it."

Chief Li has clicked on the tune and replayed it.

Suddenly, Qingyue's melodious soft flute sounded in the office.

Director Li has already sat down, listening with an intoxicated face, and there must be as many wonderful looks as possible.

And Fangyuan is almost the same.

After putting it several times in a row, Director Li still has a kind of tiresome feeling.

"I didn't expect such a beautiful flute, Xiao Fang, please share this URL with me and send it to my WeChat."

Director Li was amazed.

"Okay. But Chief Li, how much is your WeChat?"

Fang Yuan quickly asked.

Director Li quickly told him that at the moment, Fang Yuan quickly added Director Li and then shared the website address with Fang Yuan.

After Chief Li left, Fang Yuan secretly grunted.

If Chief Li didn't like the song as well, it would be impossible to run offense with the black-faced godliness.

Although he really wanted to listen to this song again, he still pressed down.

.....

In the evening.

Ye Xiaochen ate at home.

Suddenly, my mother said, "I heard Lao Wu today that something strange happened on the mountain of Li Zhiying's house."

"What a weird thing?"

Dad asked curiously.

"It seems that the trees on the mountain became weird and all died, and some trees were also destroyed."

The mother said, "It was discovered by Li Zhiying's man who went to the mountain to cut trees, and was scared to death. It was said that he was going to sacrifice a long time ago. Many people were said to have seen it."

"There is still such a thing, then we will see it tomorrow."

Dad is interested in this weird thing.

After Ye Xiaochen listened, his eyes were in chaos, and he saw that the strange forest he had created with the skill of plants and trees was discovered.

But he didn't show it at all, but was curious to ask.

My mother spoke mysteriously, saying that there were ghosts in that mountain forest ...

Ye Xiaochen touched his nose, and it seemed that if he made such a move, it would be a mysterious event.

Early the next morning, Ye Xiaochen went straight to the woods of Li Yuying's house with a large group such as his parents, mother, and aunt Hui Hui.

Not only them, but other people on the way, all went to see the weird woods.

At the foot of the mountain, Ye Xiaochen suddenly felt that he seemed to underestimate the influence, and saw that the road was full of various motorcycles and even a few cars were parked.

All came to see the weird woods.

The mountain is so lively that there are at least hundreds of people.

In the weird forest, the strangely shaped dead trees and the roots piercing the ground all revealed the weirdness.

And the people of Li Yuying's family have already lit the incense stick here, burning valuables and putting on tribute, even to be sacrificed here.

Ye Xiaochen looked sweating.

Isn't this equivalent to sacrificing yourself?

In the afternoon, Ye Xiaochen returned from Yangshi to see that there were more motorcycles and cars parked under the mountain than in the morning. He couldn't help laughing and crying.

It seems that it will take some time for this matter to stop.

Unfortunately, he didn't even think about it, it would not stop at one and a half, and it would even worsen.

at night.

Ye Xiaochen took a mobile phone to chat with Xinyi ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Since Wang Xinyi was able to hear and speak, the communication between the two has become much easier.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Ye Xiaochen turned off WeChat and was ready to read the Shennong System Getting Started Guide for a while.

In the past two days, he did not practice the skill of being a soldier.

Because he didn't know how to practice.

At present, the forest of the spiritual alienation he has received is still receiving much attention. It is said that even the county forestry bureau has come down.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

It's WeChat.

He quickly picked it up and saw that it was from Fang Yuan.

Turned out to be a URL.

"A super nice song to share with you."

Ye Xiaochen shook his head. When did this guy like to listen to music?

Isn't he just as interested in music as he is?

Ye Xiaochen left the phone aside without turning it on.

About ten minutes later, WeChat rang again, and it was square.

"Have you heard that, isn't it great?"

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes, is it so nice?

Really have to listen.

He quickly opened the website.

"I'm dizzy, I still need to register!"

Ye Xiaochen was speechless.

He was troublesome and pushed it out again.

"Be sure to register. If you don't listen, you will regret it forever."

Fang Yuan sent WeChat again.

"Is it so nice?"

Ye Xiaochen sent a message in the past.

"You will never think of a song that sounds good in the world, believe me, hurry up and register, you will never stop listening."

Fang Yuan sent a long paragraph.

Ye Xiaochen smiled bitterly and had to register, and then opened the music file.

When Qing Yue's moving flute came from his cell phone, Ye Xiaochen froze.

Hold the grass, hell!

..... (To be continued.)