Chapter 104

"Mingyi is my sister, always."

The girl's gentle and firm voice sounded slowly.

Xu Huan was stunned and nodded, "I see."

"By the way, Miss Zhu, there's one more thing I want to tell you."

The mirror stopped and looked back at him.

Xu Huan touched his head: "well, this time I went to Siji town to investigate Mingyi's life experience. I accidentally found that there were still a group of people investigating secretly. The direction was the people who sent faxes to you. They were police officers. They were always extra vigilant in this regard. I noticed that the other party was also looking for someone. Did your teacher's sister's family find it?"

The five sisters of the mirror master are orphans. Zhu's family found the wrong mirror after several twists and turns. Mingyi was abducted. Will the other sisters also be separated from their family for various reasons? The family is looking for it?

Xu Huan didn't notice the look of the mirror. Even if he noticed him, he couldn't see any change. He touched his head and said, "but it's a little strange that they asked the villagers about things twelve years ago. Their age is not right. It's estimated that I'm worried."

The bright mirror's eyes flash slightly, and there is no trace after the wind.

"Thank you, officer Xu. You've had a hard trip."

Xu Huan quickly waved his hand and said shyly, "this is my duty as a policeman. I just hate that I can't find out as soon as possible and bring the traffickers to justice."

They said goodbye and went downstairs in the mirror.

Xu Huan looked at the elegant and tall back of the mirror and sighed: Miss Zhu is really smart and kind. Without the clues provided by her, the case would be suspended.

The mirror walked very slowly. The fingertips brushed the ancient Buddha beads. The eyes were slightly restrained and looked inexplicable.

That rainy night twelve years ago

I can't hide. I'll come after all!

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Han Suwen returned to Zhu's home after missing for a day and a night.

Zhou Ma pulled her aside and asked anxiously, "where have you been this day? I'm worried to death. If you don't come back, I'll call the police."

Han Suwen looked at her moved: "Mom Zhou, thank you."

Zhou's mother wiped her tears and said softly, "just come back. The past is over. Don't think about it. Do good things in the future. Miss likes practical people."

Han Suwen nodded and said solemnly, "I see, Zhou ma."

At the kitchen door, I don't know when a small head appeared. I looked at Han Suwen curiously: "aunt Wen, why did you cry? Did someone bully you? Tell me, I'll help you."

The little girl opened her big black eyes and said innocently.

Han Suwen couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He rushed to hold Mingyi and burst into tears.

Zhou Ma looked at this scene and was at a loss.

Mingjing doesn't know when to stand not far away. She looks here quietly and doesn't know what she's thinking.

"Miss... Suwen, she didn't mean it. Don't blame her." Zhou Ma hesitated.

The mirror sighed, like compassion, like helplessness, turned and left.

The pain of birth and separation is piercing. It's a blessing to recover from the loss.

"Aunt Wen, don't cry." Mingyi comforted with milk and raised his hand and gently patted her back.

"The second sister said that tears will consume your blessings. If you encounter something very sad, you can tell one by one and help you share it together, OK?"

The little girl's innocent and pure tone made Zhou's mother standing aside laugh.

Han Suwen squatted on the ground and looked up at Mingyi. His face was still full of tears, but he smiled with gentle eyes.

"OK, good one by one."

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Zhu Xiangxiang basically doesn't come out of the house in order not to meet the mirror these days.

She was afraid that she would die of anger at the sight of the mirror.

Finally, I went downstairs to pour a glass of water and saw two figures crying together in the kitchen.

"Why are you crying? I wish there was something wrong with you in the family?" Zhu Xiangxiang frowned and asked.

Bad luck.

Zhou Ma gave her a white look and pulled her aside: "Suwen was brought back by miss. Be polite to her."

Zhu Xiangxiang bit his lip: "Mom Zhou, I don't mean anything else. Sister Suwen cried so much. I don't know she bullied her as a mirror."

Zhou's mother sneered, wishing the whole family, who would think so except you.

Zhu Xiangxiang poured a glass of water, squinted at Han Suwen and Mingyi, and suddenly asked, "can the younger martial sisters of Mingjing still find their family? If they can go back to their family, it is also a merit for Mingjing."

Need you to remind? Zhou Ma said with a smile: "Miss should have her own plan."

Zhu's family has already raised one Zhu Xiang. It's no problem to raise three more.

Zhu Xiangxiang thinks from the bottom of her heart that if Mingxin is the eldest miss of the Zhu family, where did Mingjing come from? Maybe her life experience is worse than her. When she finds evidence, she must severely expose Mingjing's hypocritical mask.

"Ah ah..." Zhou Ying rushed down from the second floor like crazy. The first person she saw was Zhou ma. She rushed up and grabbed Zhou Ma and shook: "Qu Feitai came to Jiangzhou. He came to Jiangzhou. At noon, many people blocked him in Zhuxiang building. Sobbing, why do I see the news now?"

Zhou's mother couldn't understand Zhou Ying's star chasing. "Miss Yingying, keep your voice down. Zhou's mother's ears will be deaf by you."

Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned. Qu Feitai? The big star song flying platform?

She used to like his songs very much. The key is that she is handsome. She is probably the dream lover of every girl.

Hearing that he came to Jiangzhou, Zhu Xiangxiang was a little excited.

In recent months, she has been plagued with worldly affairs. She doesn't have time to pay attention to her favorite stars. Therefore, she was a little stunned when she first heard the name of Qu Feitai.

"Sister Xiangxiang, the 29th is the Jiangzhou concert of Qu Feitai. Have you got a ticket?" Zhou Ying asked eagerly. She remembered that Zhu Xiangxiang used to like Qu Feitai and bought every new album.

Zhu Xiangxiang shook his head: "I forgot this stubble. Is it still time to buy it now?"

"The tickets have been sold out for a long time. Now we can only go through the internal complimentary ticket channel. You can find someone to inquire whether the concert sponsor has an enterprise cooperating with Zhu's group, which can give us a little convenience."

Internal complimentary tickets are easy to get as long as they have a relationship, but not necessarily to the extent of Qu Feitai.

Zhu Xiangxiang skimmed his mouth: "I'm now a hairless Phoenix, not as good as a chicken. If you beg me, I'd better ask your cousin. She is now the chairman of the group, and it's just a matter of opening her mouth to her."

Zhou Ying patted her head: "yes, it's the same. I'm really dizzy. Why should I tell you?"

Zhu Xiangxiang turned and ran away, muttering, "who is the Phoenix and who is the chicken? I can really put gold on my face."

Zhu Xiangxiang:... This dead girl is cheap.

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After only one day's rest, Qu Feitai began to devote himself to intense rehearsal on the 23rd.

Jiangzhou concert is held in Jiangzhou gymnasium. Basically, he rehearses with the band in the morning and communicates with the stage supervision team on the on-site special effects in the afternoon. These details are generally in the charge of special personnel. However, qufeitai practices every detail and strives for perfection, which makes his every concert bring almost artistic enjoyment to the audience.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening. On this day, the song flying platform was running around without a second rest. At noon, I was talking to foreign music producers on the phone. I was so involved that I almost fed it to my nostrils. Tian Long secretly recorded this funny and sad scene. At that time, it will be cut into the behind the scenes documentary, and a wave of dedicated people can be sold.

No, you can't sell people's designs. Qu Feitai is such a person. He acts very low-key. It's his agent who loves marketing. Huang Chao's mantra: the smell of wine is afraid of the depth of the alley.

Fortunately, the professional ability of qufeitai is excellent, and Huang Chao can't turn over the car in terms of marketing.

Getting into the RV, Qu Feitai leaned against the back of the chair and narrowed his eyes. After a while, he said, "Xiaotian, pass by the coffee shop and buy me a cup of coffee."

"You don't sleep at night?" Tian Long said disapprovingly.

Qu Feitai leaned lazily in the back of the chair, with one hand gently tapping his knee, as if a beautiful melody was born under his fingers.

"Come on, write a new song."

Tian Long couldn't help him. He just passed a Starbucks and asked the driver to stop and get off to buy coffee.

Qu Feitai glanced bored out of the window. Suddenly, his line of sight was frozen across the road and stopped.

Deep in the bright and vast eyes, there are sparks shining.