Chapter 56
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After Feng Jungang left for a while, Zhang Xinghu happily ran back to Han Dong's room. "That was manager Feng just now?" Han Dong is surprised, "haven't you all said hello?" "I just want to ask Do you know him well? " "Not bad." Han Dong casually perfunctory a, and began to fiddle with that waste lamp. Zhang Xinghu was puzzled and looked, "what are you doing with this?" "I want to make an Irish piccolo." Zhang Xinghu sneered, "why not buy it directly? There's not much money. " Han Dong stops his action and looks at Zhang Xinghu with a lofty and lonely expression. "It's called art, understand?" Zhang Xinghu sneers at his nose and plays with some rags all day. Is it art? I think you are idle! "Go, don't make trouble here if you don't understand." Zhang Xinghu had to go out, so he went back to his room to change his clothes. Han Dong accidentally saw the information map on the Internet, studied it for several days, and finally started work today. First measure the distance with a ruler, then drill carefully Until midnight, a beautiful white Piccolo was finally made. It looks decent. I don't know how it blows. Han Dong wanted to have a try, but he was a little scrupulous at the thought of someone sleeping next to him. Strange to say, Han Dong has been here for three or four days, and he has never seen his friends come out. These two days, Han Dong is idle in the room raising buttocks. Occasionally, he hears a slight noise coming from the next room, but he never sees the door open. I don't know if it's intentional or not. Han Dong picks up the flute in the middle of the night. Started to choose a very sensational Song - "Titanic.". Han Dong tried to blow it. The timbre was very clear, but the treble was a little inaccurate. After a little repair, he felt much better. Near the end, Han Dong heard the next room had a movement, but soon no more. So, Han Dong from "Titanic" to "hero song" and then to "how are you doing as a junior" Song after song, until the best "Happy New Year", finally came next door to rub feet. Soon the door rang. "You're making me sleep." Han Dong put down his Piccolo and looked up at the one at the door. Face expensive, life more powerful fortune, but no star. However, it is inevitable that the faces of the public in the entertainment circle are eccentric and unsociable. It's strange that they can get red! "Man, you finally show up." Han Dong sighed. Yu Ming still said, "you make me sleep." "I know." "I know you still blow?" Han Dong is not stingy: "I just want you to come out and breathe." "Boring." Yu Ming walked back with a cold face. Han Dong called again: "Hey, go back so soon?" Yu Ming ignored him. "If you go back to the house, I'll keep blowing." Yu Ming stopped and asked Han Dong in a cold voice, "what do you want?" "Just want you to stay out." "Why?" "I'm afraid you'll hold it." Yu Ming uttered three words indifferently: "you are sick." Han Dong is really ill. The more people don't like him, the closer he gets to others. "Don't you think the flute is melodious? Don't you think it's better to sleep with it? " Yu Ming finally responded, "I study dance." "What happened to the dancers?" "As soon as I hear music, I can't help but want to dance." "Poof --" Han Dong thumped the bed, "when I was blowing just now, wouldn't you keep dancing in the room? Ha ha ha ha ha ha... " Han Dong has already laughed like this, but Yu Ming is still expressionless. "Whatever you want." Yu Minggu went back to his room. Han Dong whispered: how can this product be more abnormal than me?
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After Feng Jungang left for a while, Zhang Xinghu happily ran back to Han Dong's room. "That was manager Feng just now?" Han Dong is surprised, "haven't you all said hello?" "I just want to ask Do you know him well? " "Not bad." Han Dong casually perfunctory a, and began to fiddle with that waste lamp. Zhang Xinghu was puzzled and looked, "what are you doing with this?" "I want to make an Irish piccolo." Zhang Xinghu sneered, "why not buy it directly? There's not much money. " Han Dong stops his action and looks at Zhang Xinghu with a lofty and lonely expression. "It's called art, understand?" Zhang Xinghu sneers at his nose and plays with some rags all day. Is it art? I think you are idle! "Go, don't make trouble here if you don't understand." Zhang Xinghu had to go out, so he went back to his room to change his clothes. Han Dong accidentally saw the information map on the Internet, studied it for several days, and finally started work today. First measure the distance with a ruler, then drill carefully Until midnight, a beautiful white Piccolo was finally made. It looks decent. I don't know how it blows. Han Dong wanted to have a try, but he was a little scrupulous at the thought of someone sleeping next to him. Strange to say, Han Dong has been here for three or four days, and he has never seen his friends come out. These two days, Han Dong is idle in the room raising buttocks. Occasionally, he hears a slight noise coming from the next room, but he never sees the door open. I don't know if it's intentional or not. Han Dong picks up the flute in the middle of the night. Started to choose a very sensational Song - "Titanic.". Han Dong tried to blow it. The timbre was very clear, but the treble was a little inaccurate. After a little repair, he felt much better. Near the end, Han Dong heard the next room had a movement, but soon no more. So, Han Dong from "Titanic" to "hero song" and then to "how are you doing as a junior" Song after song, until the best "Happy New Year", finally came next door to rub feet. Soon the door rang. "You're making me sleep." Han Dong put down his Piccolo and looked up at the one at the door. Face expensive, life more powerful fortune, but no star. However, it is inevitable that the faces of the public in the entertainment circle are eccentric and unsociable. It's strange that they can get red! "Man, you finally show up." Han Dong sighed. Yu Ming still said, "you make me sleep." "I know." "I know you still blow?" Han Dong is not stingy: "I just want you to come out and breathe." "Boring." Yu Ming walked back with a cold face. Han Dong called again: "Hey, go back so soon?" Yu Ming ignored him. "If you go back to the house, I'll keep blowing." Yu Ming stopped and asked Han Dong in a cold voice, "what do you want?" "Just want you to stay out." "Why?" "I'm afraid you'll hold it." Yu Ming uttered three words indifferently: "you are sick." Han Dong is really ill. The more people don't like him, the closer he gets to others. "Don't you think the flute is melodious? Don't you think it's better to sleep with it? " Yu Ming finally responded, "I study dance." "What happened to the dancers?" "As soon as I hear music, I can't help but want to dance." "Poof --" Han Dong thumped the bed, "when I was blowing just now, wouldn't you keep dancing in the room? Ha ha ha ha ha ha... " Han Dong has already laughed like this, but Yu Ming is still expressionless. "Whatever you want." Yu Minggu went back to his room. Han Dong whispered: how can this product be more abnormal than me?
After Feng Jungang left for a while, Zhang Xinghu happily ran back to Han Dong's room. "That was manager Feng just now?" Han Dong is surprised, "haven't you all said hello?" "I just want to ask Do you know him well? " "Not bad." Han Dong casually perfunctory a, and began to fiddle with that waste lamp. Zhang Xinghu was puzzled and looked, "what are you doing with this?" "I want to make an Irish piccolo." Zhang Xinghu sneered, "why not buy it directly? There's not much money. " Han Dong stops his action and looks at Zhang Xinghu with a lofty and lonely expression. "It's called art, understand?" Zhang Xinghu sneers at his nose and plays with some rags all day. Is it art? I think you are idle! "Go, don't make trouble here if you don't understand." Zhang Xinghu had to go out, so he went back to his room to change his clothes. Han Dong accidentally saw the information map on the Internet, studied it for several days, and finally started work today. First measure the distance with a ruler, then drill carefully Until midnight, a beautiful white Piccolo was finally made. It looks decent. I don't know how it blows. Han Dong wanted to have a try, but he was a little scrupulous at the thought of someone sleeping next to him. Strange to say, Han Dong has been here for three or four days, and he has never seen his friends come out. These two days, Han Dong is idle in the room raising buttocks. Occasionally, he hears a slight noise coming from the next room, but he never sees the door open. I don't know if it's intentional or not. Han Dong picks up the flute in the middle of the night. Started to choose a very sensational Song - "Titanic.". Han Dong tried to blow it. The timbre was very clear, but the treble was a little inaccurate. After a little repair, he felt much better. Near the end, Han Dong heard the next room had a movement, but soon no more. So, Han Dong from "Titanic" to "hero song" and then to "how are you doing as a junior" Song after song, until the best "Happy New Year", finally came next door to rub feet. Soon the door rang. "You're making me sleep." Han Dong put down his Piccolo and looked up at the one at the door. Face expensive, life more powerful fortune, but no star. However, it is inevitable that the faces of the public in the entertainment circle are eccentric and unsociable. It's strange that they can get red! "Man, you finally show up." Han Dong sighed. Yu Ming still said, "you make me sleep." "I know." "I know you still blow?" Han Dong is not stingy: "I just want you to come out and breathe." "Boring." Yu Ming walked back with a cold face. Han Dong called again: "Hey, go back so soon?" Yu Ming ignored him. "If you go back to the house, I'll keep blowing." Yu Ming stopped and asked Han Dong in a cold voice, "what do you want?" "Just want you to stay out." "Why?" "I'm afraid you'll hold it." Yu Ming uttered three words indifferently: "you are sick." Han Dong is really ill. The more people don't like him, the closer he gets to others. "Don't you think the flute is melodious? Don't you think it's better to sleep with it? " Yu Ming finally responded, "I study dance." "What happened to the dancers?" "As soon as I hear music, I can't help but want to dance." "Poof --" Han Dong thumped the bed, "when I was blowing just now, wouldn't you keep dancing in the room? Ha ha ha ha ha ha... " Han Dong has already laughed like this, but Yu Ming is still expressionless. "Whatever you want." Yu Minggu went back to his room. Han Dong whispered: how can this product be more abnormal than me?
