Chapter 62 The first sister of the cultural troupe in the 1960s (1)

Sister Yun couldn't help but trembled again, and said quietly: "You ask me, who should I ask?"

"It's all because the fresh meat is so delicious. I couldn't help but eat the young grass. It ruined my reputation for the rest of my life!"

"My first time, I gave it away in a daze..."

The problem is that her heart is still wandering and she can't get it back.

I don’t know how love, love, battery life is so strong, and how she can still be so nostalgic after being an old married couple.

She thought that if she loved someone with all her strength, lived her whole life seriously, and everything was to her liking, she would never regret it, and she could be a new person after leaving this plane!

As a result, she wanted to cry...

The agent can understand her mood.

Sister Yun is a well-known sister in the Time and Space Administration. In addition to her strong business ability, she is also very clean and self-sufficient. Not to mention dedicating herself to her career, she even retained her first kiss on screen. Many people secretly comment that she is old-fashioned.

She has participated in the filming of many film and television dramas, and faced countless outstanding male protagonists and supporting actors, she still sticks to her bottom line and sticks to the main line of her career as always and does not get involved in emotional matters.

Who would have thought that one day the car would turn over inexplicably, and she would take the initiative to flirt...

"Maybe I was in a daze and was arranged to enter the plane. I didn't do a good job of mental preparation, so my mind wasn't clear."

Otherwise, how could she explain that in the mission she had just completed, she had become a pretty girl and had no ambitions, living a life of being a husband and raising children without any future?

"But Sister Yun, the ratings of our drama have broken the record, so the superiors will not hold you responsible for splitting the official cast," the agent handed over the document in his hand. At the end of the plot, there are various details about the completion of this mission.

This data has soared beautifully!

Yes, Wang Xianbing and Lin Jin tortured each other for several years, finally exhausted their relationship, and quickly started a family, which is completely different from the original plot.

Sister Yun got addicted to eating melon.

Of course, the audience outside the venue also found that having the male and female protagonists fall in love and kill each other is far more exciting than being together in Nuwai. Just have Zhu Yun and Chu Shenyu as a pair to make love!

Holding the data and intoxicating herself, Sister Yun frowned and asked: "Celebrity, do you think there is a soul after death?"

This agent is a genius, and you can understand what she wants to express with just a glance.

"Sister Yun, let's not talk about whether there is a soul after death. Let's just say that the plane we enter when taking pictures is just a small world."

"You also know that there are small thousand worlds, middle thousand worlds and big thousand worlds in the small world. The probability of meeting the same person and the same thing is too small."

Sister Yun felt her heart twitch, which was why she kept warning herself.

She is far from being as free and easy as she appears, and her life seems long and fleeting!

But if there are traces in the heart, how long will it take for them to fade away?

However, she has long been prepared to retire. As long as she insists on completing the retirement tasks assigned by the Space-Time Management Bureau and the accumulated points earned exceed the standard line, she can apply for behind-the-scenes work. She does not need to wander around in various planes like a stupid monkey.

It's strange to be pointed at and looked at.

She doesn't have to worry about being stupid again, dedicating her body and mind, and crying alone when she comes back.

"Star, how many more tasks do I have to do?" Sister Yun asked feebly, considering that she had spent decades on one plane and earned very few points.

The agent just replied in a profound way: "Sister Yun, haste makes waste!"

"However," she hesitated, stretched out her wrist, and clicked on it a few times. A task bar appeared in front of the two of them, which was full of real-time tasks issued by the Space and Time Administration. "Sister Yun, I don't know about the recent era of literature.

Why is it so popular, but not many people take on tasks?"

Sister Yun nodded in agreement: "This era is too poor. Everyone likes to sit back and enjoy the gains, and they don't want to be a pioneer."

The star reached out and clicked on a red-marked task hanging at the top: "So, in order to encourage everyone, the bureau has specially set up a series of customized tasks for chronicles. Once they are completed, they must be completed one by one and cannot be given up midway."

"As long as the audience is satisfied and the ratings are up to standard, the points and rewards will definitely be considerable. It will be better than your hard work to get ten or eight points!"

Sister Yun's eyes lit up, and she quickly clicked on the task to see. The requirements above were simple, because it was a custom-made task in the era series, and each plane was carefully selected to prevent the actors from overdoing it. For example, she just hand-picked the official role. This task has

A very stringent condition.

Because of this condition, the task has been pending for several hours, and still no one dared to take on it.

That is, when actors enter the task plane, they will be organically integrated with their original bodies. In other words, they will temporarily forget that they are members of the Space-Time Management Bureau, thinking that they are natives, and they will no longer have to prepare carefully in the Space-Time Management Bureau.

Start-up gift package.

The longer they work as actors, the more dependent they become on the knowledge and skills acquired in the Space-Time Management Bureau, to the point where it becomes difficult to let go.

Let me ask, without these plug-ins and golden fingers, they are just local people, what advantages do they have, and what confidence do they have to escape the halo of the male and female protagonists?

What's more, this is still a customized mission in the chronicle series. The difficulty has been increased for no reason, and the risk is too great. Everyone is hesitant to wait and see.

However, these problems are nothing to Sister Yun!

Sister Yun glanced at the end, "Can I choose my own position after retirement?"

She rolled her eyes and reviewed her experiences in the previous plane. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, "Star, take it for me! It's not an era of war. There are so many things to consider, and points are the most important thing!"

The star responded abruptly and poked it with his hand, fearing that someone else would snatch it away.

With a new mission, Sister Yun is going to rest for a few days before entering the plane again.

Her so-called rest is just a long sleep...

At the same time, on the largest planet in the interstellar, a handsome man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep and dark, with the coldness of being lonely all year round, as if he had just returned from a different plane.

He got up from the nutrition cabin to take a shower, lowered his eyes, stared at his second brother and gritted his teeth: "The curse!"

He put on a towel and came out wiping his hair.

There was already a butler waiting with documents in hand. The huge palace was filled with dead silence, with cold and simple lines everywhere. It was empty and low-luxury, just like its owner.

"Master, after investigation, there are indeed energy stone fragments in the plane you went to before," the steward took a deep breath, withstood the master's low pressure, and replied expressionlessly. "Our people have already obtained it, and based on the energy

The fragment's magnetic field and movement trajectory were calculated and the relevant plane was quickly locked."

"Following your instructions, my subordinates have gathered all relevant planes together and released a series of high-definition missions with the help of the Space and Time Administration to seal off these planes and reduce the entry of time and space missionaries."

The man's eyebrows were cold, "What happened in the last plane?"

When he mentioned this, he wanted to stab someone with a knife, and he couldn't control his bloodthirsty!

Thinking of him as a majestic interstellar god of war, who has the same life span as Xingzi, he has long been transcended from the mortal world and does not need to be fettered by love at all.

There are so many outstanding and distinguished girls in the interstellar world who can't even get a look from him, let alone any intimate gestures!

Unexpectedly, he was just trying to relieve his negative emotions after the war and looking for energy stone fragments to locate, but someone found his weak point.

Although the violent factor in his body showed signs of decreasing, he didn't feel that he should be grateful to that woman at all. Even when he opened his eyes, he still felt lingering in his heart!

The butler couldn't help but tremble, "Master, you also know that you went to the world to resolve your emotions after the war. There must be a channel for this resolution."

"The last plane you went to was to relieve stress by tasting delicious food, so you are easily attracted to people who are good at cooking. The better your cooking skills, the greater your attraction."

"Of course, if the other person does not meet your preferences, no matter how attractive you are, you can still handle it..."

The man's face is getting darker and darker. What kind of fallacy is this?

This is not the first time he has used tasks to regulate his emotions.

So, his willpower has deteriorated?

"Is the place cleared this time?"

The butler quickly said: "A series of high-level tasks have been issued, and only two people can enter at the same time. I will reserve a place for you in advance."

Feeling the low pressure around him, he immediately bowed and added: "Master, don't worry this time, all the roles chosen by my subordinates for you are unofficial roles!"

After saying this, the housekeeper couldn't help but feel a little jump in his heart.

He suddenly remembered that the character that his master took over from the previous plane was also a character who died alone, but someone messed up the situation...

The man hummed, closed his eyes and felt the ferocious beast in his heart that was about to be released, and said calmly: "Start the mission!"

The butler didn't say much and helped the man return to the nutrition cabin. After setting the parameters, he clicked on the transfer button.

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"Mom, Dad, why do I need to know my life experience?"

"Can't you pretend you don't know anything after you find out? Tell me, let me, an ugly duckling, come to the compound and let everyone ostracize you?"

"Song Ruoyun and you are just a family, and I, I am just a superfluous existence..."

"I'm not as good-looking as her, I don't have as good a dancing skills as her, I don't have the love that so many of you hold in the palm of your hand, and I don't have such a handsome and promising fiancé."

"My existence has always been to set off her happiness. Have you ever considered my feelings?"

"No matter what I do, you all think that I am unreasonable and petty and cannot help you have a biological daughter and an adopted daughter at the same time."

"Even if I fall downstairs, it's still my way of gaining favor and framing her, right?"

"Am I joking about my own life? How could I, who came from the countryside, play with her like a sieve? It was obviously her who occupied the magpie's nest, but it was all my fault! Can I leave?

I'm leaving..."

Crying with great grievance, the hysterical voice bombarded Song Ruoyun's ears. The involved ear nerves hurt in waves. What made people feel even more acute was that her left cheek was burning, her teeth were also loose and sore, and her hands were covered with pain.

The fragments of the ceramic cup pricked her and made her bleed.

But the blood didn't show up at all on the red blanket. No one came up to ask her a question. Instead, they gathered around the opposite side and kept trying to persuade the other girl:

"Zhenbao, we believe you. Didn't dad slap Song Ruoyun just now?"

"She has been spoiled by us. She has developed a narrow-minded attitude over the past eighteen years, but she has no conscience to use it on you."

"Your father and I were too greedy, which made you suffer so much again."

"Starting from today, let her move to the dormitory of the work unit. Your dad and I will only have you as a little cotton-padded jacket, okay? Let's go to the hospital to check her body. If she fell from such a high place on the second floor, don't break it...

"

Song Zhenbao hugged Song's mother and cried: "Mom... I obeyed and went to the hospital, but I never want to leave you again. Please don't dislike me, okay? I will work hard to become a daughter you are proud of...

…”

The family seemed to be reunited, moved with tears in their eyes, and left in a grand manner and went straight to the hospital.

Before leaving, Song's mother winked at her eldest son and asked him to send Song Ruoyun away while they went to the hospital.

Looking at the slender figure with his head lowered on the ground, Song Huiye, the eldest son of the Song family, clenched his fists and said with disappointment and hatred:

"Yun...Song Ruoyun, you pushed the treasure down the stairs. This is considered murder and you will be jailed. Seeing as you have stayed in our Song family for eighteen years, we don't want to pursue this matter, but from now on

To begin with, you have nothing to do with our Song family!"

"Let's go, I will follow you to transfer the household registration from the compound to your work unit. If you are honest from now on, then we will treat you as a white-eyed wolf. But if I see you bullying Zhenbao again, then don't

Blame our Song family for being rude to you!"

Song Ruoyun raised her pale but increasingly delicate little face and chuckled: "Do you want me to change my last name too?"

Song Huiye stared at her expression. There was no panic, regret or fear of having done something wrong. He still spoke in the careless and arrogant tone he had cultivated over the past eighteen years.

He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, I want to change my surname. Your last name is Zhang!"

"I see you don't have to go upstairs to clean up. Aren't you quite brave?"

"You earn three melons and two dates every month, and you spend it all as soon as you receive it. All the clothes and supplies you have at home are all bought by us."

Song Ruoyun stood up with a calm expression, her hands behind her back, her long and curved eyelashes flickered twice, she pursed her lips and said, "Let's go."

Song Huiye was so angry that she stomped upstairs to get her household registration book, and dug out her work permit. She pushed the cart and strode ahead. After taking two steps, he turned around and glared at Song Ruoyun: "Put your hair down to cover your face. Don't

He looks like a pathetic victim!"

Song Ruoyun glanced at him.

"What are you doing? You don't want to work anymore?" Song Huiye felt a little guilty and threatened, "Our Song family didn't hold you accountable for murdering Zhenbao, but dad slapped you. Do you still want to make trouble?"

Everyone knows?”

Song Ruoyun pulled off the rubber band without saying a word, and her black hair fell down to cover her red and swollen cheeks, which made her even more weak and pitiful.

Kyoto is the capital of Xiahua, and its economic development speed and scale cannot be compared with other provinces and cities.

Factories of all sizes were built next to each other, and family homes were also zoned together.

? ? ?The author found that some cuties have not read the quick travel article.

• Quick -wearwen is actually connected by small stories ~

? However, the classic fast -wearing text is the short and exquisite rhythm. The goal is clear.

?                                                                              but the author’s writing can be regarded as a slow-travel article in the sub-category.

? Each story is not long or short. According to your own rhythm and plot development, the story will not change too quickly, and it will not be too long.

? Well, although the last story ended a little fast, it was basically introduced ...

?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             I hope that each plane can bring you a different and wonderful experience in the journey.

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Keep the story the same.

? Dear friends, please read rationally. For the sake of the author who was nervously coding in the middle of the night and explained it specially, don’t walk away in the middle...

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