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"Who is your friend?" Tweety was arranging her clothes and putting the sachet into it for incense.

"I don't know what Lin Cong and Mo Mingluan are doing? By the way, Lin Cong, Lin Cong was recalled by his mother yesterday, will he be scolded? Besides, he and Nie Lv have to discuss things, and I don't know the outcome. Is it gone?"

"What's the matter?" Tweety put the clothes into the cabinet.

"I think you're a suitable supporter."

"What's that? That doesn't sound like a good word."

"It's a good word, without a fan, a joke can't exist, no, it's a stand-up comedy." Ye Linyun didn't explain and didn't care if he understood it or not.

"Walk like this for a few days, as if it has been a few years. It seems that we still need to go out more. The length of life cannot be changed, and it is still possible to increase the width."

Raindrops fell on the opposite eaves, splashing a stream of mist.

"I've been walking for a few days, let's go to the store and have a look." Ye Linyun wrapped his clothes, "Bring an umbrella, isn't the car here? I'm going to work, and I'm afraid it might get moldy here."

"Master, the road is slippery, don't go out today." Cui'er whispered, "Why is it like a different person after going out for two days? Don't you usually not want to go out?"

"I am a good young man with five words and four words. Don't stop me. I am going to serve the people." Ye Linyun said vigorously, "Find me another coat. It's not winter yet, why is it so cold when it rains?"

Holding a big oil-paper umbrella, Ye Linyun got into the carriage and went down the mountain.

There is no romance in the rain alone.

Occasionally, pedestrians pass by in a hurry on the street. In the shop next to the street, there is a waiter at the door with folded arms and looking up at Yu, muttering something in his mouth. The smoke from the firewood in the restaurant formed a landscape painting in the misty rain. Ye Linyun opened the curtain and walked slowly along the street.

In this way, the singing and dancing are peaceful and there is nothing wrong with it.

In Yuexin's advertisement, a young guy saw him coming in, and greeted him with a smile: "Master Yun, it's raining so hard, why don't you come here."

"Is Ming Luan here?"

"Mr. Mo didn't come."

"Yeah." He's not in good health, but it's worrying to come here.

"I'll just take a look, you go and do your work." Ye Linyun sat behind the counter and flipped through the ledger in his hand.Just coming here to get some popularity, it's always too boring to be alone in the room.

He had a sudden thought: This time is actually suitable for playing the piano and singing, and it is best for rainy days, or playing mahjong?

Yes, yes, you can play mahjong. If you think about it this way, all the decadence will go away. Mahjong, the quintessence of Chinese culture, must be carried forward.

Just do it.

When Mo Mingluan arrived at the store, he saw him drawing in the back room.

"Why are you here?" Mo Mingluan asked in surprise.

"I still want to ask why you are here? Your brother agrees with the weather?" Ye Linyun continued to draw the mahjong diagram without raising his head.

"What did you draw?" Mo Mingluan ignored his topic.

"Oh, it's fun, it's fun, I'll find someone to do it well, and you'll know."

Mo Mingluan raised his eyebrows and turned around to look. On one piece of paper was the three-view that he often said, while the others were messy. If you look carefully at the traceable patterns, you just haven't seen them before: "What is this?"

"Let me tell you first, this game is called mahjong, and it can be played by four people, but I am just a sketch, and I need to find someone to make it. I don't know if Lin Cong is free now. I need his help to find out where I can do it. To be honest, I don’t know what material to use.”