You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Intentional injury.

Fu Nanfeng repeated this word and suddenly laughed: "Indeed, intentional injury is intentional injury, they cannot be confused with each other."

At the end of the movie, the heroine wants to divorce the boy, and this action angers the boy.

Under the boy's fist, she looked at the door which was only half a meter away with despair.

If she had just rushed out, would she have avoided death?

The hideous face of the abuser and the desperate face of the victim were frozen on the screen.

The movie ended and the title of the movie appeared on the big screen again.

?Flower of Despair?

The four words reflected on the two faces felt very ironic.

Song Buci watched it and understood why this movie had such a low rating.

In an era of peace and tranquility, the oppression and harm hidden in the darkness are brought to the screen.

Many people don't believe it.

Song Buci leaned on the sofa, holding her phone against a pillow. She stared at the screen, which was still frozen on that scene, but a list of credits kept scrolling beside it.

Fu Nanfeng, who was standing next to her, saw that her mood had become heavy, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Song Buci shook his head. "It's just a movie. I'm not that fragile."

"Then why are you unhappy?" Fu Nanfeng continued to ask.

I was in a very happy mood just now, but now I am silent.

And he said he was unhappy.

Song Buci shook her head. She stood up and said, "Thank you for treating me to dinner. It's getting late. I'll go back first."

"Okay." Fu Nanfeng nodded, and at the same time stood up and said, "I'll take you there."

After watching her go in and close the door, Fu Nanfeng walked back to the living room to watch the movie on the screen.

He raised his hand and pinched his brow, cursing, "A bunch of cowards, swinging their fists at the weak."

"Shabi!"

It made his family very angry and sad.

After picking up the remote control and turning it off, Fu Nanfeng returned to the bedroom.

Song Buci, who was sitting next door, was sitting on the sofa and wiping his face with his hand.

The reason why she was angry and unhappy was because her colleague was like that in her previous life.

Every day she sits in a corner busy with work, covered in injuries, and gets beaten by her husband when she gets home.

The family relies on her to earn money to support the family, but the man who should be the pillar of the family is drinking heavily and beats people when he is drunk.

She saw it all at that time, so she was deeply touched after watching the movie.

Song Buci exhaled, patted his cheeks with both hands, stood up and went to the bathroom.

Take a shower, lie on the bed, cover yourself with the quilt and go to sleep.

After a sleepless night, Song Buci slept until half past ten the next day.

Now that the move is over, it's time to get busy with your own things.

The Phoenix Band is still short of two people to participate in the international music competition. Where is she going to find the remaining two people?

After calling Wen Xuyan and Yan Yue to the practice room, she got up, packed up and went out.

Before going out, she saw the box of medicine thrown in the medicine box on the coffee table.

Song Buci thought for a moment, turned around, took out the blue medicine and threw it into his bag, then went out.

After arriving at the place, she took the elevator upstairs.

When I walked into the practice room, I saw that the two of them had already arrived.

Wen Xuyan sat in a chair, while Yan Yue sat in a wheelchair.

The moment Song Buci came in, both of their eyes lit up.

"Sister Song!" Wen Xuyan immediately stood up from his chair and walked to Song Buci with a smile on his face.

Yan Yue was more reserved. She pushed her wheelchair over to their side and called out in a very low voice, "Teacher Song."

Song Buci looked at the two of them, nodded, and asked with a smile, "Why did you come so early?"

As he said that, he looked up and touched Wen Xuyan's fluffy hair, which still felt very good.

Wen Xuyan was so excited when his idol touched his head.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. How have you been recently, Sister Song?" Wen Xuyan asked.

Song Buci smiled and replied, "I'm doing fine. How are your studies?"

When asked about his studies, Wen Xuyan stammered, "Not bad..."

Seeing his expression, Song Buci knew that he didn't study hard and his grades must not be very good.

Song Buci didn't say anything, but just rubbed his head and said, "Then you have to work hard. You'll take the college entrance examination next year, right?"

"I hope you can get into your ideal school."

After talking to him, Song Buci turned his gaze to Yan Yue who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him.

Song Buci took a step forward, squatted down slightly to look her in the eye, and asked with a smile on his face, "You are Xiao Wen's classmate, right?" Looking at her thin body and the faint smell of medicine emanating from her body, Song Buci knew that she was very ill.

Any cancer is very torturous, takes a lot of time and energy, and may not be cured in the end.

"Yes, my name is Yan Yue!" Yan Yue looked straight at her with her big eyes and said excitedly.

Idol!

I didn’t expect my idol to be so approachable and even squat down to chat with me.

"How are you feeling?" Song Buci nodded and asked with concern.

"I'm in great shape!" Yan Yue said as he raised his hand and patted his chest.

Just to prove that I'm in great shape and nothing else.

Wen Xuyan snorted when he saw this scene. "Not bad! If your brother hadn't sent me a message saying you weren't taking your medicine properly, I would have almost believed it."

Yan Yue smiled awkwardly after being exposed, and retorted: "I just don't want to eat it because it tastes bitter."

"Who made you sick? If you are sick, you have to take medicine, no matter how bitter it is!" Wen Xuyan retorted.

Seeing the two of them arguing over this, Song Buci quickly stopped them, "Okay, Xiao Wen, stop talking."

Wen Xuyan hummed when he heard this, and said a little arrogantly: "I don't bother with patients."

Yan Yue was also very angry when she saw him like this.

"Who wants to bother with you!"

Song Buci looked at the two of them and sighed.

"Okay, let's stop arguing." Song Buci continued, "We are here to practice today."

"When the teacher arrives later and sees you guys making such a fuss, it won't be a good impression."

In the end, the two of them didn't say anything and just sat there quietly.

The teacher came quickly. He looked like an elderly man. He was leaning on a cane and wearing a pair of round-framed sunglasses.

But he had an upright posture and was wearing a black Tang suit.

When the old man arrived, he asked, "Who is Miss Song?" His voice was loud and clear, not like that of an old man at all.

"It's me." Song Buci walked over and said with a smile, "Mr. Hong, please come in."

"Ah."

In the office, three people were sitting on chairs and one was sitting in a wheelchair.

Mr. Hong spoke first: "Who did you ask me to teach?"

"One." Song Buci pointed at Yan Yue in the wheelchair and said.

Mr. Hong saw that the person she asked him to teach was a thin and petite girl who was obviously seriously ill.

For a moment he snorted in dissatisfaction: "You want me to teach sick students?"

"Can she hold the erhu? Can she play it?"

"If you're sick, you should just stay at home and take care of yourself. Why are you still playing the erhu?"