"The saint is Yang Hong, not me. This is the best ending for the story."

At this time, Xu Tong seemed to notice something and turned back to look in the direction of Beiman: "It's time to end!"

With that said, he walked forward and took out the tape from the radio: "This is not suitable for the ending song, but this is better."

After putting on a new tape, he sat on another chair and took out the long-lost cigarette rod and put it in his hand.

"Zizzi..." The sound of the tape spinning on the radio sounded, and the figures of the two people gradually disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Don't leave!

"

At this time, there were angry roars of filial piety in the distance, and a figure was already chasing after him. It was Xiao Leshan who was coming with a black face, but when he chased after him, he could not see Xu Tong, Chang Wugu and others.

When he was doubting, a light and sweet song came from the strange black box on the table, just like Xu Tong and Chang Wuxue saying goodbye to him.

"Goodbye dad, I will sail away tonight, don't worry about me, I have a happy and wise oar..."
Chapter completed!