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A movie was released, turning the entire Yanping City into a city that never sleeps.

Wang Ningxian came out of the cinema and listened to the students around him chattering and discussing.

"At the end, the fireworks' true identity was not explained, and there were many things that were not explained clearly."

"It looks very good anyway, woo, woo!"

Wang Ningxian looked up at Song Yan: "Commander Song, Professor Yang, go for dinner together?"

Yang Fan sneered three times: "I want to deliver food to our Xiaolin."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Who is willing to have a meal with a few shabby old men?

Song Yu nodded: "Let's go. But now, without Commander Song, I'm just a pig farmer."

Wang Ningxian laughed.

Song Wei now has a large industry in Hong Kong. Recently, he fell in love with opening a ranch and specially built several ranches. The largest ranch does not raise horses, cattle, sheep, and pigs.

I don't know what he is thinking.

However, the pigs are delicious, so it doesn't matter.

Wang Ningxian smiled and said, "Old Song, you want to thank me."

Song Qing smiled: "You want to thank me too."

When Song Qing was an undercover agent, in order to gain the trust of the enemy, the Military Control Commission arranged for Wang Ningxian and the entire Military Control Commission to die at the hands of Song Qing. As a result, Mr. Lin was asked to intervene, and they had to change their plans and finally let Wang Ningxian shoot Song Qing.

With this shot, Song Yu won Fujita's trust and avoided a special meeting in the villa at that time.

You know, before he was discharged from the hospital, all the enemies present were lit with fireworks and turned into ashes.

Later, Song Yu did a big thing, blowing up the enemy's inhumane laboratory, leading the people to revolt, and after several life and death, he made great achievements.

It was just that the injury was too serious, and later he went abroad for a long time to recover.

It is precisely because of this incident that Wang Ningxian truly confirmed that the first task he had done that year was a good show in the game.

"Is the 'firework' her?"

Wang Ningxian suddenly asked.

Song Qing blinked and smiled, "You can ask her yourself."

Wang Ningxian suddenly felt bitter, and he wanted to ask, but Mr. Lin was not so easy to see, and he stayed in the institute every day and studied aviation planes.

Now, the movie has started, but no one has been called.

In the research institute, Lin Wanniang was drinking tea. No one was with her except for the breeze and bright moon. She also knew that the movie was going to be performed today, but she was not interested in watching it.

In her mind, there is a magnificent life of "fireworks", so where do you need to watch any movie?

Lin Wanniang took out a photo. It was her own, but it was different from her gentle eyebrows and eyes. The girl in the photo was handsome, although her face was a little haggard.

The words were written in very beautiful fonts behind the photo - "I'm sorry, I'll give this body to my family."

Lin Wanniang murmured: "Miss Yuying, you are not sorry for me. You gave me the best life, thank you."

The new researcher outside secretly looked at the lights in Professor Lin's house and whispered: "You guys say, was Professor Lin's photo left to her by her lover? I'll give this body to my family and country, so I can't give you. I'm sorry! Oh, bloody romantic!"

A poignant love story has emerged in the researcher's mind.

Other researchers sighed.

"When the war was raging, how many revolutionary partners could not get married with lovers. Alas, it was not easy."

Soon, Yang Fan and her old man came to deliver meals to Lin Wanniang with lunch boxes.

Yang Fan liked to eat it since the beginning, but she still couldn't get rid of this problem. No matter how difficult it was, she had to prepare three meals a day, even if she had wild vegetables and mixed grains, she would do her best to make the meal delicious within the conditions.

Lin Wanniang likes Yang Fan’s crafts the most.

Although she has the memory of Miss Yuying, she cannot do it perfectly with memory in cooking.

Yang Fan put the rice in, handed it over with disposable chopsticks, opened the corn soup, intubated it, and stuffed it into Lin Wanniang's mouth.

"When did you get into this job, you didn't care about anything. When did you get into it? You didn't do that before."

Yang Fan was nagging.

The old man sat opposite her and gritted his teeth.

The old woman has never served him like this!

After Yang Fan and Lin Wanniang finished their meal, they helped Lin Wanniang do some work to organize information.

She has been familiar with all these things, and the two have a tacit understanding. In this regard, Yang Fan is not as old as her eyes are a little blurry, but she is better than the students led by Lin Wanniang.

After work, I don’t forget to talk about it.

"I met Huang Suling while watching the movie just now. I wonder if you still remember it?"

Lin Wanniang thought about it carefully and nodded: "Some impression."

"She also told me that she always owe you 'I'm sorry'."

Lin Wanniang was stunned: "Ah?"

Yang Fan was also surprised, but they were all watching movies, so the other party didn't talk in detail. After thinking about it, he just smiled and said, "Forget it, don't think too much. It's a good thing that old acquaintances can meet again after many years. As long as they have nothing to do with the righteousness of the country, there is nothing that cannot be overcome now."

“That’s right.”

The two of them were chatting for a while. Seeing that Xiaolin still had to work, Yang Fan took the dishes and chopsticks home, and he was still a little annoyed on the way home.

Her old man was so tired of it. Wherever she went, this old guy would follow him, which would make me so annoyed.

"Do you cook for Professor Lin easily? Whatever you taste, you should first think about your appetite!"

When Yang Fan saw the old man's face, he couldn't help but sneer: "That's natural. When Xiaolin and I were together, I didn't know which girl you were talking about love with! My cooking was not the same as Xiaolin's taste, but also the same as you and the vixen?"

The old man immediately shut up.

So what? He had been in the enemy for seven or eight years and was inevitable when he was playing around, but he had never made any principled mistakes.

But I can't understand the old woman.

It's better not to speak.

Half a month later, a "fireworks" ended in Asia and went to the world again.

Yang Fan and his friends watched it three times in a row and were amazed.

"I heard that "Fireworks" is not only about to be released in China, but also in Europe and the United States. That's fine, even Japan wants to introduce it. They are sick!"

Yang Fan frowned and said.

Lin Wanniang didn't find it strange.

It seems that there is a shrine over there that worships "fireworks".

On the small island, many people believe that "fireworks" is a god walking on six grounds.

...

Yang Yuying collapsed in the hot spring pool, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.

This time, she gave up on the dungeon mission. After all, she squeezed other people's bodies like crazy and got involved in the war. She couldn't be considered a good life.

Fortunately, the little girl was reasonable and talented. She had only been recovered for a few years. She had learned what she should have learned and lived her own life seriously.

If she is in poor health, she will work hard to maintain her health, even if her life is not as good as that of ordinary people, she will work hard to live a high-quality life.

Yang Yuying can complete the task this time because she is possessed by a good girl with an optimistic nature.

"The long night has passed..."

But there are too many people who sacrifice.

I don’t know how my cheap cousin and uncle are doing.

If there is still a chance in the future, she will take Ouyang Manor Master and the others to go there again on the spaceship.

snort!

As soon as his thoughts moved, Yang Yuying suddenly stopped, rubbed her eyes, and stared at the system interface again.

In the character card, everything else is normal.

But the owner of his own house turned into black?

The beautiful silver and gold crown turned black.

The snow-white robe turned black.

Even the bright red petals between the eyebrows turned black.

It looks good or good, but this is obviously abnormal!

"Vivi."
To be continued...