Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 463 Goldbach’s Conjecture

In ancient times, women would rather marry a rich man as a concubine than marry a poor boy as a wife.

The status of concubines, no matter which dynasty, is very low.

She is better than a maid, and the child she gives birth to is a commoner, unable to inherit the orthodoxy. When the family declines, she becomes the first to become poor.

But this still cannot stop this social phenomenon of preferring concubines to wives. After all, it is difficult for poor people to raise a wife and children, and they cannot have concubines without money.

Therefore, there is a saying that poverty lasts only three generations. It is not that after three generations, one person will become a dragon or a phoenix, but that a man basically cannot find a wife and loses his incest.

Women are better off, but according to ancient thinking, a married daughter is like water thrown out and cannot renew the incense of her mother's family.

After the founding of the new country, in order to allow commoners to marry wives, the law established a system of monogamy.

This is the basic principle of marriage law and one of the national policies.

Chen Tianxian thought about his marriage. If it were not for monogamy, his husband would have many wives and concubines.

However, this does not prevent her husband from living a luxurious life. Although it does not violate national policy, it is no different from violating it.

Thinking of that dandy prince, Chen Tianxian felt sorry for the sun rising in the east. At such a young age, he had already given up a large forest for one or two trees.

Good girls will not let you down, and bad girls will not let you go.

"I admit it's all the moon's fault

That night is too beautiful, you are too gentle

Then in an instant I just want to grow old with you

I admit it's all the fault of my oath.

It's like sugar and honey, which is the most touching thing

No matter how hard your heart is like steel, it becomes soft around your fingers.

......"

Chen Tianxian raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

In the past, it was Yue Lao who pulled the red thread, but now it is the God of Wealth who pulls the red thread. The quality of the red thread is still poor and not strong.

Outside the stadium, a young man passed by on a scooter.

Listening to the singing coming from the scene, he glanced at his girlfriend sitting behind him and sighed: "Mr. Jiang planted the entire Jinling with sycamore trees because of his wife's words that I like sycamores. But because of your words, I don't like them." The thief let go of all the battery cars in Yongcheng and came to Junsha."

A man in a suit and tie was sitting in the square garden, listening to songs, smoking, and contentedly.

Five years ago, his girlfriend ran away with a rich man.

One day five years later, wearing a suit and tie, he parked a million-dollar car in the parking lot of a high-end hotel and turned around.

Unexpectedly, he met his ex-girlfriend in a hotel.

She was wearing a dress, she had a new love, she was still charming, and he was still alone.

The two looked at each other, and she spoke first, her tone still so disdainful: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, and you are still so unmotivated that you actually went to a hotel to work as a waiter?"

Haha, it turns out she mistook him for a hotel waiter.

He smiled: "Haha! You still look down on me as before. I'm telling you, I'm a parking attendant, not a waiter. Do parking attendants understand? I make 500 more a month than a waiter. Bah!"

sports center.

In a dynamic rhythm, as the drums fell, the masked singer's performance ended, and he disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never been there.

The audience at the scene and in front of the TV were in a daze. The masked singer didn't say hello to everyone, and just left like that?

"The Masked Singer!"

"The Masked Singer!"

The audience shouted. At first, the sound was a bit chaotic, but soon it became uniform and resounded throughout the sports center.

After the masked singer disappeared, hosts Khan and Li Miao took the stage immediately.

"Isn't it exciting?" Khan asked loudly.

"Wonderful!" The audience roared at the top of their lungs.

"Isn't it exciting?" Li Miao also asked loudly.

"Excellent!" Her response was still a roar.

But unfortunately, the host has no intention of inviting the Masked Singer back to the stage. Instead, he tells everyone that the peak night has come to a successful conclusion and we will see you next year.

The audience roared.

"Why is it over?"

"I haven't had enough of it yet. Can I add more hours? The price is negotiable!"

"I want to see The Masked Singer, who finished you off."

"One more song, please!"

There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. The host could not meet the demands of the audience, and the peak night came to an end.

It was useless to beg, the audience had no choice but to leave reluctantly one by one, with unfulfilled feelings.

The live broadcast ended and the scene switched to commercials. The audience in front of the TV was very disappointed.

It’s over before we’re even high enough.

But immediately, everyone became excited.

Next week, won’t we be able to see The Masked Singer?

Life is still very exciting.

West of Junsha River, in Yang Lizi’s villa.

"They sang some crappy songs, and they walked in a flashy way, which dazzled me." After watching the show, Yang Lizi couldn't help but vomit.

She understood the preferences and tastes of young people, but she could not enjoy them.

Seeing how enthusiastic the audience was, Yang Gigi also knew that her third granddaughter's boyfriend was very popular.

She did not doubt the identity of the masked singer, after all, her second granddaughter told her.

There's no need to lie to her.

The Masked Singer's stage style is indeed very similar to the real personality of the third granddaughter's boyfriend: high-spirited, neither big nor small, confident, and arrogant...

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as the clear air, Liu Yueyue's eyes are brilliant, the man is a young man until he dies, and the woman who is not thirty years old still has a girl's heart.

My sister's boyfriend is very good, flexible and talented.

The most important thing is to be able to monetize your talents and turn them into money.

Chen Huixian's boyfriend only happens once in forty years. In Liu Yueyue's opinion, her sister's boyfriend happens not only once in a hundred years, but once in a thousand years is not an exaggeration.

So happy for my sister!

Thinking about my first love, I was from a bourgeois family. I thought I was very attractive and had all kinds of beauties throwing my arms around me.

As everyone knows, the more dangling the silk, the easier it is to be tempted.

People with status, even if they cannot withstand the test of human nature, still have very good taste.

I heard from my parents that they also asked a beautiful woman to pretend to be a street girl and call her first love's hotel room to ask if she wanted service.

Her boyfriend actually asked for it.

Thinking about Liu Yueyue makes her ex-boyfriend feel particularly disgusting!

No taste at all!

My sister's boyfriend may not be able to resist the temptation, but his taste may definitely be that low.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it’s time to go to Wind Language to listen to stories!

Thinking of this, Liu Yueyue was filled with joy and said to her grandma: "Grandma, I think this song is very good. People nowadays have a lot of pressure in life. Those who are not in love like to eat dog food. Even if they are in love, they always feel that their love is not sweet enough. , also like to eat dog food. Zihao is full of vigor and vitality, which is what young people should be like."

"Too lively, not stable at all." Yang Lizi got up and went back to the room to prepare for bed.

Liu Yueyue was still a young man. It was only twenty-two o'clock. She didn't want to sleep, but she went back to the room with her grandma.

The nurse had already turned on the electric blanket to warm the bed for Yang Lizi. The old man had little fat and was afraid of the cold.

Waiting for her to fall asleep before unplugging the electric blanket. Just turning off the switch is not enough. It is not safe enough.

at this time.

People in the circle have long been inquiring about information from each other in their own small circles.

"Lao Li, do you know who the Masked Singer is?"

"How do I know? He is wrapped tightly. The only thing that can be seen is that he is not short."

"Well, I guess he must be over 1.85 meters tall."

"There is no reference object, and no one is standing next to me, so visual estimation is not accurate." "There is also a booster pad. The actual height may not be 1.8 meters. It is really difficult to say."

Huang Yongjie was also chatting with Zhou Fanghua.

"Lao Zhou, do you have anyone to choose?"

"Yes, yes, but I just sent a message to ask, and he said it's not him, and he is abroad. Do you have any candidates?"

"Yes, but when I asked the other party, they said no. Maybe there is a confidentiality agreement, but it's really impossible to tell."

"This singer is going to blow up the Internet. I didn't expect that wearing a mask and singing would be so magical and more attractive than the aura of a star."

"Yes, the topic must be very popular, even "Singer" can't compare."

Xi Shuangshuang also inquired about information in his own small circle.

"Does anyone know the identity of the Masked Singer?"

"I know!"

"Who?"

"I asked Chen Huixian and she knew, but she said she couldn't reveal it. In the future, everyone will know when he reveals his face."

"Oh, doesn't that mean you don't know?"

"It can be said that at least I know that it is a person, not a god, who came down from the sky, haha."

On the Internet, the popularity of the topic of the birth of the King of Singer is actually not the first, but only the third.

The second most popular item is the dance moves of the Masked Singer, and the first is the identity of the Masked Singer.

"Damn it, when will the online version of Peak Night be released? I want to watch the dance of King of Dance and imitate his walking."

"If you imitate the Masked Singer and walk, are you sure you won't get beaten to death?"

"Which master used black technology to record the live TV broadcast? Share it with me. By the way, I can break down the dance steps and make a tutorial."

"I beg you for the dance steps instruction video. I want to learn it and use it to show off and pick up girls. Before not many people know about it, use this dance step to pick up girls. I'm sure to pick up one of them."

"Made, how do you practice looking down from the gods? I just broke my nose."

"It's really cool upstairs. There must be something fishy about it. It's like magic. You can't learn it. So I learned to spin in circles with my feet on the 'spinwheel' and broke my head."

"From now on, the Masked Singer is my god, the only true god. After he is revealed, no matter what he looks like, I will become a fan."

Wang Zihao, who still doesn't know how to liven things up, is disarming and returning home in the backstage of the sports center.

"The performance was a success, even better than the rehearsal."

"Master, you are so handsome on stage."

"Leader, you should participate in "Singer". Maybe you will be the king of singers."

Several staff members were removing Wang Zihao's armor and makeup while flattering him.

Wang Zihao was sweating profusely, and his armor was not heavy. It looked like metal, but it was actually leather.

Even the mask is not entirely made of iron, but it is highly concentrated and consumes a lot of energy.

Wang Zihao doesn't dare to sing and dance. He can't do the kind of singing and dancing at the same time. To be precise, he can't do it well.

So he could only choose the interlude period to dance, otherwise it would affect his singing.

Singing and dancing require extremely high breath and physical fitness, so many singing and dancing singers lip-sync.

At this time, Liu Piaopiao was the first to come to the dressing room.

She didn't say anything, and circled around Wang Zihao, sizing him up.

Then, she checked in the dressing room again, seemingly trying to find the person hiding.

The staff snickered.

Unable to find anyone worthy of suspicion, Liu Piaopiao came back with a puzzled look on her face: "Were you the person on the stage just now?"

"No." Wang Zihao replied.

That's it, Liu Piaopiao was heartbroken: "How could such a handsome masked singer be you? God is blind."

"Get out!" Wang Zihao said.

Of course Liu Piaopiao didn't go out, and walked back and forth with her hands behind her back: "Who taught you those dance steps?"

"What, you want to learn?" Wang Zihao sat on a chair and asked the staff to untie the equipment on his legs.

"Who doesn't want to learn? Tell me who taught you, and I'll learn." Liu Piaopiao asked.

"Sister Tianxian taught me this," Wang Zihao said.

Liu Piaopiao ran out immediately.

Not long after, she ran back and said angrily: "Sister Tianxian said she didn't even know how to do it. You lied to me and didn't even make a draft. She has not been a singing and dancing singer for a long time. She has not practiced dancing for almost ten years."

Wang Zihao said: "Your third sister taught me, you go find her."

Liu Piaopiao said "poof": "My third sister, don't you know? She can't dance, let alone choreograph."

"Then who do you think it is?" Wang Zihao asked.

"How did I know that the program team also hired a choreographer?" Liu Piaopiao said.

Wang Zihao said: "One night, I had a dream about a world king named Jackson. He taught me several dances, and the dance steps were just one of them..."

"You're still in the world, so don't talk nonsense." Liu Piaopiao wanted to hit someone.

If she were at home, she would have taken action long ago and directly rode on him to deal damage.

Of course, it is different from the third sister's face-riding output.

"If you don't believe me, why are you asking me? Go away!" Wang Zihao took off his makeup and walked behind the curtain, ready to put his clothes back on.

Liu Piaopiao followed, not shy at all.

The staff evacuated quickly. Liu Qianqian and Li Na still needed their help in removing their makeup.

"Husband~" Liu Piaopiao shouted like the third sister in the video.

Wang Zihao shuddered and got goosebumps.

They are indeed a family, even they call me husband.

"Get out of here now. Next time I'll record your voice. No, I'll record it on video and show it to your third sister." Wang Zihao chased him away, not wanting to be with this girl.

Bai Fumei has no moral integrity. Can my father and husband also bark randomly?

"I don't believe you would do this to hurt others by a thousand and hurt yourself by eight hundred." Liu Piaopiao said calmly.

"Oh, then do it again." Wang Zihao picked up his phone and turned on the video.

"Bah, I'm not as shameless as you." Of course Liu Piaopiao would not cooperate with Wang Zihao.

In another dressing room.

"Qianqian, is the masked singer on stage just now our husband?" Xu Meili asked Liu Qianqian who was sitting in front of the mirror.

Liu Qianqian said helplessly: "Can you pay attention to the occasion?"

Xu Meili was secretly pleased that her best friend was gradually accepting the formal address. In the past, her best friend would get very angry when she said "our husband".

I'm not angry anymore.

Sure enough, habits are developed.

"Then tell me, is he your husband?" Xu Meili asked again.

There were only two of them in the room, and Liu Qianqian said calmly: "It's Zihao. I didn't expect him to act like an elf on the stage, with his body full of rhythm."

"Who did he learn his dance from?" Xu Meili asked.

Liu Qianqian hesitated and said after a moment: "I don't know either."

Xu Meili was in an extremely good mood. It was good that the little man was not partial.

I'm going to treat him well tonight.

(End of this chapter)