This little black dog should be called Snowball.
Xu Xiangxiao began to seriously consider whether to get a dog.
But she hadn't decided on a breed, so she asked her friends for advice on dog breeding and learned a lot.
But in the end I didn't make up my mind.
"Snowball, Snowball, are you asleep?"
Xu Xiangxiao put the key back in his pocket, ran over happily, and squatted next to "Snowball".
It was only then that she realized something was wrong. Snowball's body was stiff, lying on its side on the ground, and his belly was not moving.
Xu Xiangxiao squatted on the ground, but lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Then she covered her mouth with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.
Snowball is dead.
The little black dog, which she had only raised for a dozen days, finally died at her doorstep one day before Christmas.
She didn't know what mood it was in when it returned to her doorstep. She just felt uncomfortable, and even trying to think about it made her feel excruciatingly uncomfortable.
Xu Xiangxiao sat on the ground and burst into tears, as if her whole soul was crying.
After making a few phone calls, the dog owner came over quickly and apologized to her repeatedly - she felt that they had completely misunderstood her and probably thought she was crying because she was scared.
In fact, that was not the case at all. But she didn't want to explain it at all.
After explaining countless times to the housekeeper and the agent, and finally convincing them that she was fine, she lay in bed at night, impulsively opened the chat history, and sent a message to the person who had pinned the message:
"I suddenly thought of you today."
She put the phone to her chest. After about a second, she began to regret and wanted to withdraw the message. When she picked up the phone again, she saw an extra reply below her words:
"I've been thinking about you."
Xu Xiangxiao couldn't hold it in any longer, she bit her lips and tears streamed down her face.
But there was a smile on his face.
…
…
Duncan Jones's phone call time had all run out. Gao Xiaobai spread his hands and said:
"Well, I still didn't get anything out of you just now."
Qin Yunchu said, "No, at least we know that JX has a very high status in foreign countries. He even made a grand appearance at David Boyn's funeral."
Someone who could write so many songs and conquer the American music scene in just two years naturally had a high status - Qin Yunchu glanced at Yingzi challengingly. She wanted that person to deeply understand this point.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Xinhai and Xu Xiangxiao, her expression as if to say, "Isn't it?"
Xu Xiangxiao didn't say anything. She took off her hat, feeling a little hot, and handed it to the person next to her.
Her hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, held in place simply with a bobby pin.
"How long is your hair?" Jiang Xinhai asked, knowing that she was growing her hair long.
"It hasn't even reached my waist yet," Xu Xiangxiao said. "It seems like after it reaches a certain length, it stops growing and becomes difficult to grow."
"It's already very long, and I'm a little envious." Jiang Xinhai said.
"Don't be so pretentious, your hair is long enough." Xu Xiangxiao took a look at her hair, which was really waist-length hair.
"I want to cut it. Seriously."
"waste."
Wang Feng said to Qin Yunchu, "Mr. Qin, choose your answer. If you keep suspenseful, the audience in the live broadcast room will go crazy."
Qin Yunchu raised his shoulders playfully and said, "Sorry, I forgot about that. The answer is too obvious."
She walked to the screen and selected the correct answer, and then the screen went black again.
A line of words appeared on the screen:
[Act 2: Confession and Farewell].
Everyone looked at the words on the screen.
This name is quite literary.
Then, two new lines of words appeared below.
[Note: Mr. JX's biggest weakness in this life
I just never learned how to confess and say goodbye properly.
"What the hell." Wang Feng laughed.
This statement is totally inconsistent with the previous style.
We were talking about music before.
Why did we suddenly return to Mr. JX's habits?
"Generally speaking, people who say this are highly likely to be scumbags," Gao Xiaobai commented.
"Not taking the initiative, not refusing, and not taking responsibility, right?" Wang Feng said. "That makes sense."
There were a lot of people in the live broadcast room who were all happy.
But neither Jiang Xinhai nor Xu Xiangxiao said anything.
Then, the picture finally appeared on the screen - the iron-gray street, the white statues, and the blue Danube River.
People were walking around wrapped in windbreakers, and then the camera moved down and a person appeared in front of everyone.
When they saw this person, everyone exclaimed "Huh".
Because everyone knows this person.
"It's Langlang!"
Someone immediately called out his name.
Lang Lang is a well-known Chinese pianist.
Or maybe it shouldn't be said that way, it should be said world-renowned pianist.
If we were to select the greatest living pianist in the world, he would definitely be considered.
No matter which list selects the top 10 greatest pianists of our time, if Langlang is not on it, it means there is something wrong with the list.
If others are proud to perform in the Golden Hall, then Langlang's performance in the Golden Hall is the glory of the Golden Hall.
As one of the most famous Chinese people in the world, few people don't recognize his face.
So people were very surprised. They never expected to see Langlang in jx's private music collection.
Because no matter what, the impression jx gives people is very different from Langlang.
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