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Wang Jiaerfa Video Recognition of Breach of Contract: Interim

On the 17th, Wang Jiaer’s studio sent an apology video to acknowledge breach of contract and cancelled the recording of “This! It’s the hip-h

op show, and then Wang Jiaer’s personal micro-blog account forwarded the video, with the text “Thanksgiving for every cooperation, dedicated to original music”.

Full text: At the beginning of 2018, due to my own problems and the team at that time, after having re

ached the intention to cooperate with the platform, I and the team at that time temporarily cancelled the recording plan and did not participate in the p

latform “This! It’s hip-hop. This incident caused a very bad impact at that time, and seriously interfered with the preparation of platform hip-hop sh

ow, which caused many negative effects. Here I solemnly apologize to the platform users, program groups and fans who support me.

For artists, responsible attitude is the premise of all coop

eration, and abiding by the agreement is the basis of all cooperation. My team and I will learn lessons and be mor

e rigorous in future cooperation. Every star artist has everything that is bestowed by the public. Therefore, he should set a good example, be responsible for

his own works and all partners. On this premise, I also believe that the future can bring you more good works full of sincerity.

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An explosion in the centre of Paris has killed two people

According to the latest news from French media, two people were killed (all firefighters) and 4

9 people were injured in the explosion at a bakery in Paris, 12 of whom were seriously injured. (CCTV reporter Ma Jinjin)

The Chinese Embassy in France told Xinhua that no casualties of Chinese citizens have been reported so far, and the embassy will closely follow the progress of the incident.

The Paris Police Station is presumed to be conducting on-site rescue operations, inviting people to avoid the area.

Overseas Network January 12, according to the British “Daily Star” and “Mirror” reported that local time on the morning of 12, Paris, France

, a large-scale explosion occurred in District 9. The Paris Police Station reported that the incident occurred in a commercial area near Lao Buddha’s Department Store. Russian Satellite Ne

ws Agency reported that police sources told French BFMTV that the accident was caused by a gas leak from a bakery and had nothing to do with the current “yellow vest” protests.

According to today’s Russian website, French police have confirmed the explosion and the casualties are unknown. Police and firefighters have gone to the scene.

Photographs show buildings on fire and streets covered with debris and debris. Witnesses said the whole block had been destroyed.

According to CCTV News: According to French media reports on the 12th local time, a bakery in Paris District 9 exploded in the morning of the 12th, causing many injuries.

Police said the explosion was caused by a gas leak. So far, the rescue is still in progress. (CCTV reporter Ma Jinjin)

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Jon pissed in darkness, filling his chamber pot

Jon pissed in darkness, filling his chamber pot as the Old Bear’s raven muttered complaints. The wolf dreams had been growing stronger, and he found

 

himself remembering them even when awake. Ghost knows that Grey Wind is dead. Robb had died at the Twins,

and his wolf had perished with him. Bran and Rickon had been murdered too,

beheaded at the behest of Theon Greyjoy, who had once been their lord father’s ward … but if dreams did not lie, their

direwolves had escaped. At Queenscrown, one had come out of the darkness to save Jon’s life. Summer, it had to be. His fur was grey, and Shaggydog is black. He

wondered if some part of his dead brothers lived on inside their wolves.

He filled his basin from the flagon of water beside his bed, washed his face and hands, donned a clean set of black

woolens, laced up a black leather jerkin, and pulled on a pair of well-worn boots. Mormont’s raven watched with shrewd

black eyes, then fluttered to the window. “Do you take me for your thrall?” When Jon folded back the window with its thick

diamond-shaped panes of yellow glass, the chill of the morning hit him in the face. He took a breath to clear away the cobwebs of the night as the raven flapped

away. That bird is too clever by half. It had been the Old Bear’s companion for long years, but that had not stopped it from eating Mormont’s face once he died.

I was more afraid thatin a few words thrown out he might destroy something that Iloved. What if his words had the

effect of polio on me? Whata terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.

He walked off, pitching and rolling in the wild sea that wasthe steady ground. “Don’t forget the test on Tuesday.

Studyhard, 3.14!””Yes, Mr. Kumar.”He became my favourite teacher at Petit Seminaire and thereason I studied

zoology at the University of Toronto. I felt akinship with him. It was my first clue

that atheists are mybrothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word theyspeak speaks of faith. Like me,

 

they go as far as

the legs ofreason

will carry them –

and then they leap.

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They had free folk drifting in most every night,

They had free folk drifting in most every night, starved half-frozen creatures who had run from the battle beneath the Wall only to crawl back when they realized there was no safe place to run to. “Was the mother questioned?” Jon

asked. Stannis Baratheon had smashed Mance Rayder’s host and made the King-Beyond-the-Wall his captive … but the wildlings were still out there, the Weeper and Tormund Giantsbane and thousands more.

“Aye, m’lord,” said Edd, “but all she knows is that she ran off during the battle and hid in the woods after. We filled her full of porridge, sent her to the pens, and burned the babe.”

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the

son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen’s men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss

them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. “There is power in a king’s blood,” the old maester had warned, “and better men than Stannis have done

worse things than this.” The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames.

He spoke again. “Some people say God died during thePartition in 1947. He may have died in 1971 during the war.

Or he may have died yesterday here in Pondicherry in anorphanage. That’s what some people say, Pi. When I was yourage, I lived in bed, racked with

polio. I asked myself every day,‘Where is God? Where is God? Where is God?’ God nevercame. It wasn’t God who saved me – it was medicine. Reasonis my

prophet and it tells me that as a watch stops, so wedie. It’s the end. If the watch doesn’t work properly, it must befixed here and now by us. One day we will take hold of themeans of production and there will be justice on

earth.”This was all a bit much for me. The tone was right – lovingand brave – but the details seemed bleak.

 

I said nothing.

Itwasn’t for

fear of angering

Mr. Kumar.

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Chen Kun is a very sensitive, delicate, high-performance

Chen Kun is a very sensitive, delicate, high-performance, showing a unique melancholy

temperament. Even playing the soft role of “Yuhua Tian” can surprise many girls.

Recently, when Chen Kun participated in an event, fans and passers-by all knew that Chen Kun would appear.

Everyone was surrounded by three layers of interior and three layers of periphery. When Chen Kun appeared under the

protection of staff and bodyguards, the crowd immediately burst into excitement. Everyone was calling Chen Kun’s name,

hoping that the idol could see his side. Chen Kun wore a black down suit that day. His long black hair was also pinched by a black hairpin. As he walked, he folded his hands together to thank the fans for their enthusiasm.

At first, Chen Kun followed the staff. When he was halfway there, a passer-by shouted, “Yang Kun, how handsome!” As a result, Chen Kun, who had already taken several steps, turned around and corrected the passers-by seriously: Chen Kun, not Yang Kun.

Chen Kun’s serious corrective expression not only made passers-by laugh, but also the assistant beside Chen Kun could not help laughing.

Chen Kun corrected the mistake and looked at the passer-by with a firm eye. Then he was pulled forward by the assistant.

The passer-by nodded and laughed. Estimate is also a slip of the tongue, although Yang Kun and Chen Kun

are only one word apart, are also stars, but the difference in appearance is several grades.

On the evening of the 27th, Chen Kunfawen responded suspiciously to the video with the wrong name and wrote,

“When the plane landed, they turned on their mobile phones. I just got up.

I was a little embarrassed to hear my voice in a video. The other party looked up and stayed there for a while.

Suddenly he laughed, and I laughed embarrassingly. The beauty of life lies in coincidence.”

I didn’t expect Chen Kun to be such a real person in private, but do fans like Chen Kun also have new skills to stop idols?

 

Life is full of surprise and happiness.

Knowing how to treat things

with the eyes of looking for

beauty can always find many happy things.

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Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination,

Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination, but Varamyr had often slipped inside her skin as she was being mounted by One Eye. He did not want to spend his

new life as a bitch, though, not unless he

had no other choice. Stalker might suit him better, the younger male … though One Eye was larger and fiercer, and it was One Eye who took Sly whenever she went into heat.

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his

memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.”

“Wonder what happened to her face,” was57 her mental question, but the answer was doubtless any one of a dozen possibilities and she didn’t waste time in surmises.

Mrs. Pollzoff took up the speaking tube and Roberta attached the end so she could hear what was to be said.

“You have an exceptionally fine plane,” Mrs. Pollzoff remarked.

“I think so,” Roberta answered with a smile.

“Care to sell it?” The girl was so astonished that she gasped.

“No, indeed, I do not,” she answered emphatically.

Not Sly. Haggon would have called it abomination, but Varamyr had often slipped inside her skin as she was being mounted by One Eye. He did not want to spend his

new life as a bitch, though, not unless he had no other choice. Stalker might suit him better, the younger male … though One Eye was larger and fiercer, and it was One Eye who took Sly whenever she went into heat.

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until

nothing of the

man is left

and only the

beast remains.”

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He was almost there when his crutch snapped

He was almost there when his crutch snapped beneath his weight, and his legs went out from under him.

How long he sprawled there with his blood reddening the snow Varamyr could not have said. The snow will bury me. It would be a peaceful death. They say you feel

warm near the end, warm and sleepy.

It would be good to feel warm again, though it made him sad to think that he would never see the green lands, the warm lands

 

beyond the Wall that Mance used to sing about. “The world beyond the Wall is not for our kind,” Haggon used to say. “The free folk fear skinchangers, but they honor us as

well. South of the Wall, the kneelers hunt us down and butcher us like pigs.”

 

There near the end was the long hangar with the pilots’ quarters close by. The middle of the ground was marked off for landing, runways, lights and signals. Further along,

 

to one side were the special houses for special planes; Nike used to occupy one of them, and beyond them was the huge factory building, nearly all glass, with the executive and other offices facing the road. If she closed her eyes for a moment,

 

Roberta could picture every inch of the whole plant. Here and there were animated-looking objects which she knew were men or women workers; the bus and one of the

 

company’s cars were racing along like a couple of toys. Resolutely she turned her face away and applied herself with determination to the task at hand. Once56 she noticed

 

that Mrs. Pollzoff was looking at her in the mirror, but she smiled behind her goggles. She wasn’t going to let her passenger know how she felt about being separated from her former work, its varied interests, and happy companionships.

 

He was almost there when his crutch snapped beneath his weight, and his legs went out from under him.

How long he sprawled there with his blood reddening the snow Varamyr could not have said. The snow will bury me. It would be a peaceful death. They say you feel

warm near the end, warm and sleepy.

It would be good to feel warm again, though it made him sad to think that he would never see the green lands, the warm lands

 

beyond the Wall that Mance used to sing about. “The world beyond the Wall is not for our kind,” Haggon used to say. “The free folk fear skinchangers, but they honor us as well. South of the Wall,

 

 

the kneelers

hunt us down

and butcher

us like pigs.”

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Other beasts were best left alone, the hunter

Other beasts were best left alone, the hunter had declared. Cats were vain and cruel, always ready to turn on you. Elk and deer were prey; wear their skins too

long, and even the bravest man became a coward. Bears, boars, badgers, weasels … Haggon did not hold with such. “Some skins you never want to wear, boy. You won’t like what you’d become.” Birds

were the worst, to hear him tell it. “Men were not meant to leave the earth. Spend too much time in the clouds and you

never want to come back down again. I know skinchangers who’ve tried hawks, owls, ravens. Even in their own skins, they sit moony, staring up at the bloody blue.”

“Yes.”

“I was sorry, of course. Well, I took the liberty of asking them for your address and communicating with you. I prefer you to one of the men for my pilot; also your little plane rides very comfortably. This morning is wasted, but the

afternoon is still young. I should like to engage you to take me along the coast as usual. Can you meet me in, say, half an hour?”

“Well—” Roberta hesitated.

“You will be well paid. You have not connected, as yet, with another firm, or taken on a passenger?”

“No,” Roberta had to admit. Just then her mother came hurrying in lest the call be53 from her husband. She glanced at her daughter and saw the look of doubt on the young face.

“What is it, dear?” she asked softly. Roberta put the instrument low and spoke softly.

“Mrs. Pollzoff wants me to take her up this afternoon.”

“Perhaps you will feel more comfortable if you are flying,” her mother suggested.

you’d become.” Birds were the worst, to hear him tell it. “Men were not meant to leave the earth. Spend too much time in

the clouds and you never want to come back down again. I know skinchangers who’ve tried hawks, owls, ravens. Even in their own skins, they

 

sit moony,

staring

up at the

bloody blue.”

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Far away, a wolf gave howl.A shiver went through

Far away, a wolf gave howl.

A shiver went through Varamyr. He knew that howl as well as Lump had once known his mother’s voice. One Eye. He was the oldest of his three, the biggest, the

fiercest. Stalker was leaner, quicker, younger, Sly more cunning, but both went in fear of One Eye. The old wolf was fearless, relentless, savage.

Varamyr had lost control of his other beasts in the agony of the eagle’s death. His shadowcat had raced into the woods, whilst his snow bear turned her claws on those

around her, ripping apart four men before falling to a spear. She would have slain Varamyr had he come within her reach. The bear hated him, had raged each time he wore her skin or climbed upon her back.

His wolves, though …

“That’s what we want,” Mrs. Langwell told him, then turned to her daughter. “That is our telephone, dear.”

“I’ll go and answer it,” Roberta replied, and ran to the house as fast as she could. The bell was still ringing so she knew that the party had not been discouraged over the

delay and given up getting in touch with the family. “Hello,” she spoke into the phone.

“I wish to speak with Miss Langwell,” came the reply, and although the voice sounded familiar, Roberta could not recognize it immediately.

“That’s what we want,” Mrs. Langwell told him, then turned to her daughter. “That is our telephone, dear.”

“I’ll go and answer it,” Roberta replied, and ran to the house as fast as she could. The bell was still ringing so she knew that the party had not been discouraged over the

delay and given up getting in touch with the family. “Hello,” she spoke into the phone.

“I wish to speak with Miss Langwell,” came the reply, and although the voice sounded familiar,

 

Roberta

could not

recognize it

immediately.

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Abomination, he heard Haggon saying. It was

Abomination, he heard Haggon saying. It was almost as if he were here, in this very room. “She is just some ugly spearwife,” Varamyr told him. “I am a great man. I am

Varamyr, the warg, the skinchanger, it is not right that she should live and I should die.” No one answered. There was no one there. Thistle was gone. She had abandoned him, the same as all the rest.

His own mother had abandoned him as well. She cried for Bump, but she never cried for me. The morning his father pulled him out of bed to deliver him to Haggon,

she would not even look at him. He had shrieked and kicked as he was dragged into the woods, until his father slapped him and told him to be quiet. “You belong with

your own kind,” was all he said when he flung him down at Haggon’s feet.

He was not wrong, Varamyr thought, shivering. Haggon taught me much and more. He taught me how to hunt and fish, how to butcher a carcass and bone a fish, how to

find my way through the woods. And he taught me the way of the warg and the secrets of the skinchanger, though my gift was stronger than his own.

decided to lighten things up a bit in the vicinity of the beloved airplane and its owner. In spite of the excitement and terror, the girl was so weary that she dropped

off to sleep at once and it was late when she awakened. To her amazement she heard voices in the vicinity of the hangar, but when she hopped out of bed, she saw

it was her Dad

there with

the village

electrician.

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