Madness of the Heart

Ming Shu's eyelids jumped up immediately.

There is no problem in the first half of this WeChat, but the last sentence "You are the captain, you lead the team" is clearly a conspiracy of Yifei!

"Fuck! Old unscrupulous!" Ming Shu said.

Xiao Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to watch the folk music performance?" Ming Shu handed out his cell phone.

Xiao Yuan read WeChat and said, "This is a benefit for you. See if it doesn't hurt."

About the folk music performance Xiao Yuan knew that the performing party was a band formed by the Dongye Performing Arts Group itself.

"It's better to let me take a day off." Ming Shu raised his eyebrows while raising his eyebrows. "Do you know why Yi Fei emphasized that I am the captain and I lead the team? Because he doesn't want to go, he must have already thought about the reason for not going."

Xiao Yuan smiled, "Is it so unwilling to watch a folk music performance?"

Ming Shu said, "Brother, you just came, and you still don't understand our leave benefits here."

"Benefits are true or false?"

"Of course. Generally, the benefits we really want will not be given from above." Ming Shu said faster and faster: "Last year was the year before, a very famous female singer came to the concert. Lu Yanzhou and the others especially wanted to go to the scene. At that time, the special police squad made a contribution, and Lu Yanzhou went and raised a mouth, saying that the brothers wanted to see the concert and did not occupy the position of the fans. The top promised well, say good things, watch the concert , Do you know what happened next?"

Ming Shu said that he laughed.

Xiao Yuan was very generous, "What happened afterwards?"

"Lu Yanzhou and the others were taken to a theater, oh yes, it is the Jiangnan Theater." Ming Shu said, "What kind of female singer's concert to watch, let them watch a children's drama! Lu Yanzhou is crazy, and I will say it when I see it. In the future, what kind of performance benefits will be given to the top. If you can’t go, you won’t go. The performing arts group is dead. Tickets for popular performances will never be taken out. What they take out are all unpopular performances that no one sees."

Xiao Yuan smiled.

"So I said this is a fake welfare, but Yi Fei hides fast." Ming Shu tweeted, "Brother, should you go for me?"

"This can't work." Xiao Yuan said to Ming Shu's favor, and he still has to talk about the principle of official business. "This kind of welfare should be accepted. You and Yi Fei are the leaders of the crime team. If he doesn't go, you must go. I’m not a member of your serious crime team. It’s inappropriate to lead the team. Folk music performances are not the same as children’s dramas. Music is another language, and occasionally listening to it can adjust your mood."

"I can't appreciate it, and I don't need to use music to adjust my mood." Mingshu felt that he would never be a literate person. He didn't like reading books, and he didn't like listening to music. You can follow pop songs or rock music. Folk music I can't listen to it at all.

"I don't even know the difference between Guzheng and Guqin." He said.

Xiao Yuan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Hey, forget it, just go." Ming Shu said to himself, "The captain must look like a captain."

Knowing that he was going to see a folk music performance, most of the members of the serious crime team were as interested as Ming Shu. Fang Yuanhang was very excited. Holding the brochure, he said, "This band is very powerful. It does not only perform in Dongye City, but also is often invited to other provinces and cities."

Ming Shu said: "Are you so clear?"

"Of course!" Fang Yuanhang said triumphantly: "I am a guqin level ten lover!"

Ming Shu: "..."

Fang Yuanhang began to talk endlessly about his love for guqin and his views on folk music. Ming Shu has never heard of many professional terms.

Of course, his deputy captain Yi Fei has never heard of it either.

After driving away Fang Yuanhang, Yi Fei said, "I didn't expect Yuanhang to be a young man who loves traditional culture. I thought he would only play games in his spare time."

Ming Shu said lightly: "It is a good thing to like folk music. Young people are very angry, so they should listen to folk music and play the guqin."

"Right." Yi Fei lowered his voice, "Xiao Ming, can you tell the difference between Guqin and Guzheng?"

Ming Shu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Fei in surprise, "You can't tell the difference?"

Yi Fei was stunned for a few seconds, "Damn, I thought we were half a cat, I can't tell, and you can't tell. But you can tell?"

"This is common sense, Xiao Yi." Ming Shu was not irritable and irritable. He told Yi Fei what Xiao Yuan had told himself, and he also pulled out a comparison chart of Guqin and Guzheng on his phone, "Understood?"

Yi Fei was skeptical, "...abnormal."

Ming Shu calmed down, "What's not normal?"

Yi Fei said, "Do you know musical instruments? Or is it a national musical instrument?"

Ming Shu said: "I am knowledgeable and talented, did you only know today?"

"I suspect that Xiao Ju gave you popular science." Yi Fei said.

Mingshu's action of drinking water, put down the cup very gracefully, avoiding choking.

Yi Fei said, "I really taught you science?"

"I said that this is common sense, so what kind of science is needed?" Ming Shu said, "I think you should lead the team the day after tomorrow. Why should you give up such a good opportunity to get in touch with folk music? This is a benefit given to us from above. Comrade Yi Fei, the special police team can't go if they want."

Yifei has withdrawn two steps.

Ming Shu continued: "If you lead the team, I will not go. I will give you the opportunity. At that time, Fang Yuanhang will sit next to you, the expert on the stage will play music for you, and the interpretation of Yuanhang below the stage will be for you. A feast of hearing and soul... Hey Yifei, what are you running? You come back to me!"

Failing to return the responsibility of leading the team to Yi Fei, Ming Shu stayed in the study to check the introduction of various national musical instruments and the information of the performing arts group at night.

Xiao Yuan felt funny.

Mingshu is accustomed to carrying all kinds of idol baggage on him. In the past, when facing Xiao Yuan, he had to carry the baggage of her boyfriend-to be perfect and not to show any ugliness. Of course, this burden has been thrown off now, and I have dared to sleep in the bathtub on all sides, and dare to stuff raw garlic and onions into his mouth.

Now Ming Shu is carrying the captain's burden. Since you have to take the team to watch the folk music performance, you can't be ignorant. If you have to discuss a few words with your brothers, you can also pretend to be compelled for a while.

When Xiao Yuan took out the guzheng that hadn't moved for a long time, Ming Shu was sitting in the chair, rolling the mouse with one hand and rubbing his feet with the other.

The sound of the piano sounded, Ming Shu looked into the living room and saw that Xiao Yuan was bowing his head to play.

And that tune was exactly what he had just heard on the Internet.

"Brother, I didn't know that you can play Guzheng? We have Guzheng at home?" Ming Shu walked out.

"I brought it back a few years ago, and you were not there at the time." Xiao Yuan said, "I didn't take it out much later."

Ming Shu asked: "Why do you learn Guzheng?"

"It's related to the task." Xiao Yuan said with a smile: "Go to an undercover human trafficking organization under the guise of folk music training, and learn a little bit of fur temporarily."

Ming Shu sat cross-legged across from the guzheng and listened for a while, "I am a little interested in folk music now."

Xiao Yuan didn't answer because he guessed what he was going to say next.

Sure enough, he said: "You will, I may not be able to learn, but I have to appreciate it."

Because of the location, Xiao Yuan needs to look down to see Mingshu, while Mingshu looks up at Xiao Yuan.

After a while, Xiao Yuan patted the location beside him, "Come here, I will teach you."

The performance is scheduled on Saturday night, a total of two hours, starting at seven and ending at nine.

Because it was just a rehearsal, and to put it bluntly, it was a public rehearsal, so there were no audiences who came by buying tickets.

The members of the serious crime team said that they were not interested and didn't want to hear it, but they really came, and they were still in a good mood. One of them was holding a booklet and reading it seriously.

After several days of influence by Xiao Yuan, Ming Shu has been able to discuss with Fang Yuanhang, a tenth-level guqin enthusiast.

Fang Yuanhang is convinced of his master who has a wide range of ideas to solve the case, and he sincerely sighs-powerful people, no matter how powerful they are!

When the time comes, the performance officially begins, with various instruments solo and ensemble.

At the beginning, Ming Shu had a smile on his face. Although he didn't appreciate it, he pretended to listen with gusto. However, it didn't take long for him to sit still.

At home, Xiao Yuan played Guzheng to him, and he could listen to it all night. But if you change places and individuals, the mood of enjoying music is gone.

He thought about it with a self-critical consciousness, and felt that he was still not an educated person, and what he appreciated was not the music itself, but the people who played the music for him.

In the second half of the show, he really didn't want to listen, but he didn't want to leave early, and he didn't want to doze off and play with his mobile phone. His tutoring from a young age made him accustomed to respecting people of any profession.

Time was a bit difficult, he simply stopped listening, instead focusing on observing the performers.

The lights on the stage are very bright, illuminating everyone's facial features and expressions very clearly.

Ming Shu's gaze swept across their faces and stayed on a female guzheng player.

She wore a light gauze white dress, with exquisite embroidery on the cuffs, collar and chest, and her long hair draped softly on her shoulders. She had delicate facial features and light makeup in a very classical style. It was not particularly beautiful, but it was almost pure.的仙气.

But very different from this fairy qi is that she wore a red stud earring with a modern design on the ear bone of her right ear.

Mingshu cannot have love for women, but because of this, he can appreciate the beauty of women more objectively.

The female performer made him feel very comfortable.

The emotions displayed between her eyebrows and eyes are unique to those who are immersed and love.

Ke Mingshu always felt that she looked sad.

Compared with the players around, this sadness is more obvious and vivid.

But why is she sad? What is she sad about?

Because there was a delay in the middle, the last song ended at a quarter past nine. All the performers and behind-the-scenes workers went up to the stage to thank you, and the audience stood up, no matter whether they understood or not, dozed off or not, they applauded warmly.

Ming Shu watched for a long time and found that the female guzheng player did not appear on the stage.

Whether this is weird or not, he doesn't know. He has hardly seen a drama concert in the past, and he doesn't know whether this kind of curtain call should be attended by every participant, or whether it does not matter.

He just paid too much attention to the female performer, so she didn't show up, so he noticed.

Maybe there are other players who did not show up.

"Master." Fang Yuanhang shook his arm after he had already started to leave the field. "What are you looking at?"

Ming Shu retracted his gaze and asked, "Have you watched more of this type of performance before?"

"Not much." Fang Yuanhang said, "I only see it a few times a year."

That's a lot. Ming Shu thought about it and asked, "Will the performer come out to greet the audience at the final curtain call?"

"Basically." Fang Yuanhang replied very simply, "especially important players."

Ming Shu recalled that the female performer appeared many times, and the location was close to the center, so it should be considered an important performer.

"Why, master, who did you see? And she didn't come out for the curtain call?" Fang Yuanhang said.

Ming Shu said, "You are not qualified in the serious crime team with your power of observation and reasoning."

When the brisk cheers on the stage spread to the backstage, it was like a layer of water and a drum, becoming dull and heavy.

Sha Chun took off his white costume, put on a linen shirt and wide-leg pants.

She was the only one backstage for the time being. She bent down, sorted out her personal belongings, and removed the makeup from her face before the colleagues came back.

The makeup is stage makeup, which looks like a light makeup in the eyes of the audience, but in fact, the makeup looks particularly exaggerated when it leaves the stage.

She looked at herself in the mirror with makeup remover cotton in one hand and makeup remover in the other. She suddenly sighed with her wrist after two seconds.

Once she liked attending the curtain call very much, and the applause of the audience was the award she cared about most. She didn't have time to see their faces clearly during the performance. Only when the curtain call was able to take a good look at the people who appreciated her performance and gave her applause.

But her colleagues intentionally or unconsciously alienated her, or even excluded her. At the curtain call, she always stood alone, and no one wanted to approach her.

This situation has become more and more serious this year.

Backstage, her situation is also quite bad.

Gradually, she stopped participating in the curtain call, and as soon as the performance was over, she quickly removed her makeup and cleaned up. Before her colleagues came back one after another, she had already put her bag on her back and was about to leave.

Performing in the city has this advantage-transportation is convenient, so you don't need to take the group bus with everyone.

"Sha Chun packed up again?" One person said, "I haven't changed my clothes. Why is she so fast?"

"She didn't participate in the curtain call, don't you know?" One person smiled sarcastically, "People are different from us. She has to be in a hurry, maybe she has to rush to perform."

"What time is it? Why don't you exhaust her to death?"

"The realm of other'workers' is different from ours, please remove your make-up, quickly remove your make-up, and go for a little while!"

"Okay, "model workers" go to work, let's go eat Ma Xiao?"

"Hey! Are you still acting?"

"Hahahaha..."

He closed the door quietly, shutting the laughter and light behind him. Sha Chun stood outside the door for a moment, sighed, and walked out of the theater.

The new building of Dongye Performing Arts Group was built quickly, and employees moved quickly. On the one hand, buyers of the old building were urging to make room, and on the other hand, most of the employees themselves wanted to move to the new Binjiang building as soon as possible.

This has caused some hidden problems, such as the failure to keep up with security and cleaning, and traffic is a constant problem.

The old building is in the city center where Dongye City used to be. It is difficult to ride and drive. The only advantage is that no matter where the employees start from the city, the straight line distance to the old building will not be too far.

The new building is different. It has a quiet environment and a large area, but it is located in the southern part of Nancheng District, far from the city center. The subway is temporarily inaccessible, and the bus frequency is very few.

In order to make it easier for employees to commute to and from get off work, the Performing Arts Group arranges buses to and from the new building and important transportation stations in the city center every day, and also provides a certain amount of fuel compensation to employees who drive.

However, this does not completely solve the traffic problem.

Employees like to complain about the inconvenience of commuting to and from get off work every day, but almost no one mentions security omissions.

The southern part of Nancheng District is actually the fringe area of ​​the city. In the past few years, the Nancheng District government has specially designated a technological and cultural development zone here to attract developers with a high profile.

However, most of the land sold is still deserted, and there are commercial centers under construction around the new building of the Performing Arts Group, as well as wasteland that has not yet started. This area will definitely become the new center of Nancheng District in the next ten years, but the fact now is that it is sparsely populated.

Even the land bought by the Performing Arts Group is only half developed.

As for the other half of the use, some high-levels plan to continue to build houses and rent them out as office buildings in the future. Some high-levels hope to build theaters because the performance market will expand and the group should have its own theaters.

The two factions are in a quarrel, so the land can only be left empty, neither construction nor greening. Usually no one goes to the wasteland, and even the security guards will not ride a bicycle to patrol.

After the rehearsal, the band took two days off. When it started again, everyone found that the "model worker" Sha Chun did not appear.

This was something that had never happened before. Sha Chun would not ask for leave even if he suddenly felt unwell, let alone absent from work without saying hello.

But no one wants to call Sha Chun.

It wasn't until after get off work that afternoon that Han Mingming, deputy director of the folk music club, came to inform the official performance of the precautions, and then suddenly asked, "Where is Sha Chun?"

"She didn't come today." someone replied.

"Have you asked for leave?" Han Mingming asked.

The voices of everyone were sparse, "No."

Han Mingming took out his mobile phone and asked before dialing, "Has anyone called her?"

Everyone laughed, and the laughter was mixed with a contemptuous sentence-"Who wants to call her? We don't deserve to call a'model worker' to work."

Han Mingming was pacing in the performance hall with arms folded, and a cold mechanical female voice came from his mobile phone: "The user you dialed has been turned off."

"How can it be turned off?" Han Mingming frowned and muttered to himself.

In summer, the weather changes as soon as it changes, thunder blasts, and rain hits the windowpanes like hail.

"Worse, with such a heavy rain, the road will definitely be blocked later."

"The'model worker' is really foresight. I knew I had asked for leave today."

The rainstorm got worse and worse, the river became muddy, and a pond in the Performing Arts Group Park also began to rise.

It was close to get off work in a blink of an eye. Due to the heavy rain, the bus could easily get on the road accidentally. Therefore, the logistics department of the group temporarily decided not to leave the bus temporarily.

Employees who drive themselves do not want to be on the road at this time, so the vast majority of employees stay in the office.

It was almost seven o'clock when the rain was heavier, the river overflowed, and to make matters worse, the pond water was pouring into the garage.

The few security guards and cleaners were called to carry sandbags, but the speed of piled sandbags couldn't keep up with the spread of water in the pool. The logistics department reported to the senior management of the group, who immediately asked the employees who remained in the office to go down and carry sandbags.

"Fucking blood mold!"

"Why let us carry sandbags?"

"Sha Chun's luck is so good, he avoided this kind of thing the only time he was absent from work!"

Everyone was grieving, but they had to carry sandbags in the rainstorm. Suddenly, Liu Jia, a new employee of the Propaganda Department, slipped and fell into a muddy pit, screaming in shock.

Everyone worked together to pull her up, she was still in shock, and she trembled and said, "I seemed to have touched something just now."

"Then a dirt pit, it is estimated that it was washed away by the rain, what can there be?"

"No, I feel something is wrong!"

Liu Jia is not the kind of employee who likes to be slippery. After joining the job, she has been steadfast and dedicated, so she won't be joking at this time. Several colleagues who accompanied her immediately called for security, and everyone worked together to scoop out the muddy water that obstructed the line of sight.

The field of vision gradually became clear, and what appeared at the bottom of the pit was a leg that was half-pressed by the soil.