This dog's bloody life experience

The scandal of Fang Hu and Wang Junjie spread throughout Jiangxi almost overnight, and someone has already transferred it to Weibo and reposted it over ten thousand times, causing quite a stir. It is estimated that this news will appear on major news pop-up windows tomorrow.

Shen Lingqiao was very worried about her senior. She edited a text message and was about to send it, but hesitated. After all, his relationship with her senior was only a little familiar, and he put himself in his shoes. If this happened to him, would he be I don't want anyone to mention Fang Hu in front of me at all, because every innocuous word of comfort, every sympathetic look in my eyes is a reminder of this unbearable relationship, and it's all about sprinkling salt on the scars.

The day after tomorrow is the casting interview. In the end, Shen Lingqiao decided to practice folk dance with his senior sister tonight. He deleted the text message he edited just now, wrote a new one, and asked his senior sister how the video was watching in the usual tone. Tonight Do you want to go to the practice room to practice dancing together?

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Shen Lingqiao received a reply. Seeing the cute expression and the word "Okay" in the reply, Shen Lingqiao laughed out of relief. Perhaps, the senior is far less fragile than he thought.

Shen Lingqiao told her brother to go back to dance practice at [-] o'clock in the evening, and couldn't help smiling after receiving the reply "I'll pick you up" from the other party, and started to seriously attend class.

There are 50 small practice rooms in the sub-building of the dance hall for students to book, but the supply is still often in short supply. Shen Lingqiao rushed to make reservations after class, but there were no vacant dance rooms.

During lunch, Shen Lingqiao kept frowning. Song Mingzhou asked curiously, and after hearing it, he said with a naughty smile: "Okay, Shen Lingqiao, usually keep quiet, when you don't think it's time to do it, you do it."

"What kind of move?" Shen Lingqiao asked with question marks all over his face.

"You still pretend." Song Mingzhou poked Shen Lingqiao with his elbow, winked and said: "Sister just broke up with her, and it was the time when she was sad, depressed, vulnerable, and hesitant, so you asked for warmth, and you were alone in the same room. What, huh?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shen Lingqiao pushed away the hippie-faced someone, and said sternly: "I have absolutely no ill intentions towards senior sister, I just want to distract her."

Song Mingzhou rubbed his nose and said, "Okay, I just booked a practice room for a whole week last week, we can practice together, and I heard that the senior sister is very good, just take a look."

"Let me ask my senior sister first." Shen Lingqiao took out her mobile phone and asked while sending a text message: "Can the practice room be booked for a maximum of three days in a row, how can you do it for a whole week?"

"Hmph," Song Mingzhou raised his chin and said proudly, "I've been practicing there every night since the beginning of school. There is a record on my card. If I attend full attendance for a month in a row, I can book a week."

"Oh," Shen Lingqiao nodded, and then said with a smile: "Senior sister said yes, and asked us to help him take a look."

"I said I practiced kung fu every night, why didn't you respond?" Song Mingzhou was planning to accept the worship and kneel and lick of mortals, but Shen Lingqiao just said "Oh", and was immediately upset.

"I also practice every day." Shen Lingqiao looked at Song Mingzhou puzzled, only to see Song Mingzhou choked speechlessly.

The small practice room is about 30 square meters. The old wooden floor has carried countless rotations and leaps, and it looks thick and deep under the fluorescent lamp.

When Yao Ting opened the door and came in, he saw Shen Lingqiao lowering his back, while Song Mingzhou smirked and raised a foot to step on Shen Lingqiao's abdomen, "Ling Qiao, you said I stand on it, can you hold it?" Shen Lingqiao was so frightened that she turned over and sat on the floor, not to be outdone, she replied, "Let me try."

"Just try it... Ah, senior sister is here."

"Ling Qiao's small body can't stand a big guy like you." Yao Ting walked in with a smile, there was no trace of sadness on Duanfang Xiujing's face, but Song Mingzhou still noticed with sharp eyes that the corners of her eyes were red and there were many bloodshot eyes.

Song Mingzhou suddenly feels sorry for this senior who has a gentle but straightforward personality, and has always taken good care of her juniors.

Compared with her, the bad things he encountered before are simply nothing.

Thinking of this, Song Mingzhou couldn't help being considerate and gentle, and smiled courteously: "Senior sister, you are here, I thought Ling Qiao loved me, and you could invite senior sister to practice kung fu with us .”

Yao Ting was amused, "It's not practicing with you, it's obviously for me to serve you on the side."

"Ah, that's right," Song Mingzhou slapped nondescriptly, "Your Majesty, please, please cleanse your little mortal womb with dances that don't resemble the world."

Shen Lingqiao watched Song Mingzhou playing tricks, and also laughed...

The three of them chatted and evaluated each other's actions, as if they had forgotten all their troubles.

Unknowingly, it was seven minutes before eight o'clock. The three of them turned off the lights and closed the door and went downstairs together. They walked along the tree-lined avenue, talking and laughing all the way to the dormitory buildings. Evening classes would not end until [-]:[-]. A section of the road went through the woods, and at this time there was no one but them.

The prank factor in Song Mingzhou's bones was at work again. He coughed and lowered his voice to approach Yao Ting, "Senior sister, did you hear something?"

Yao Ting was made a little uncomfortable by the heat sprayed in his ears, so he gave Song Mingzhou a blank look at the beginning: "There is no sound, now in autumn, there are not even insects."

"Really, listen carefully." Song Mingzhou's voice trembled slightly, and he rubbed his arms, "And it's so cold."

Shen Lingqiao was timid, and when she heard Song Mingzhou's mysterious voice, and the shadows of the surrounding trees whirling around, she couldn't help but feel that there were some shadows hidden in the bushes and bushes.

He pretended to be calm and said, "Song Mingzhou, when did you become so timid?"

Song Mingzhou gritted his teeth, feeling that Shen Lingqiao had no tacit understanding, and continued to play tricks: "Really, I heard it just now, the voice was faint, like singing an opera, as if it was still calling someone's name..."

Song Mingzhou was about to call his senior sister's name with a trembling voice, but before he could speak, a voice came from beside him——

"Yao Ting—"

"what--"

"Mom-"

"Who--"

The three of them were startled by the sudden cry, and then a black shadow gradually walked out from the branch road next to it, until it was exposed to the dim streetlights, and the three of them saw clearly who it was.

Long windbreaker, slim black trousers, lace-up leather boots, and a stylish and handsome attire. Unfortunately, the visitor has a haggard face, slightly sunken eye sockets, and a smudged chin. It is Fang Hu.

"Fuck, you still have the face to come out!" Song Mingzhou took a step forward to block the trembling Yao Ting behind him.

Shen Lingqiao also glared at Fang Hu angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Hu glanced at Shen Lingqiao and Song Mingzhou gloomyly, and then looked at Yao Ting with a painful face: "Tingting, why don't you answer my phone, don't you believe me?"

Yao Ting's lips pursed, and she thought of the pictures of Fang Hu kissing Wang Junjie affectionately on the Internet, her stomach churned, her face was ashen and she didn't speak.

Fang Hu was in a hurry, and said anxiously: "Tingting, I was forced, you testify for me, don't you know if I am gay? You help me testify to the school that I was forced, Tingting... ..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Shen Lingqiao was furious, and interrupted Fang Hu's hypocrisy with a loud roar, "I've seen it all, you and other men are hugging each other."

Shen Lingqiao subconsciously lied and concealed Qi Shuo's name.

Fang Hu's face turned pale, and she looked at Shen Lingqiao viciously, and was about to quibble, but Yao Ting spoke first, "Ling Qiao, you, when did you see it?"

"I, a week ago," Shen Lingqiao looked at the ground, the dim light well hid his red ear tips, cheeks and swaying eyes, "I didn't think much about it at that time, I thought I made a mistake, but I didn't expect it to be true , I'm sorry, senior sister..."

"What else do you have to say!" Song Mingzhou stepped forward and kicked Fang Hu in the stomach. Fang Hu staggered back, stabilized himself in embarrassment, and still looked at Yao Ting unwillingly.

Yao Ting stared straight at Fang Hu, "Actually, I have been wondering if you really like me, how can someone who likes you be as lukewarm as you, I have to thank the person who let me see your true face, If it weren't for him, I'd probably still be foolishly thinking that I wasn't doing well enough. Fang Hu, you still lie to me and use me. Do you really think I'm stupid? I'd better keep your face. Let me ask some leader to take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade."

She spit out the last few words one by one: "You make me sick!"

"Have you heard that, get out!" Song Mingzhou raised his fist, making a gesture to beat him up. Fang Hu knew that he would not get any good, so he took a few steps back, pointed at the three of them bluffing with his fingers, and ran away in embarrassment.

Yao Ting watched Fang Hu run away expressionlessly, but his eyes slowly turned red, and tears gathered silently in his eyes. Song Mingzhou looked back and stretched out his hands nervously in front of Yao Ting, comforting him: " Hey, senior sister, don't be sad, it's not worth it for that kind of scum..."

Yao Ting lowered his head, and the tears hit Song Mingzhou's hand like a broken thread. Song Mingzhou felt his palm burn, and a strange flash of light flashed in his heart, which was too late to catch.

Shen Lingqiao looked at the scene in front of him silently, as if he was blessed, he looked into Song Mingzhou's eyes, the starry eyes under the thick black eyebrows were amazingly bright under the dim street lights, just like, the way my brother looks at him...

On the other side, as soon as Shen Lingsong arrived at the school gate, his mobile phone received an email about Tan Xiao's information.

He clicked on the mailbox and quickly browsed through it. There was nothing special, except that Tan's mother's identity was a bit special.

She is Tan Qingyou, the daughter of Tan Liumo, a master of Chinese studies, and Mei Ruohua, a dancer. In the turmoil of the year, Tan Liumo was criticized and tortured to death because of his identity. In the next month, the SR gang was smashed, but unfortunately they didn't wait until this day.

Mr. Xiao was once favored by the Tan family for rebuilding. After the turmoil ended, he adopted Tan Qingyou, and later married Xiao Yunxi. For the sake of the Tan family's incense, the child he gave birth to took the mother's surname.

When Tan Xiao was four years old, Tan Qingyou disappeared and claimed to have died of illness. After Tan Qingyou's death, Xiao Yunxi remained unmarried and worked outside for many years, leaving Tan Xiao alone in Xiao's main house.

Moreover, this Tan Qingyou was the pillar of the Central Dance Troupe back then.

dance……

Missing……

Shen Lingqiao found no such person's biological mother...

Shen Lingsong pressed his forehead and closed his eyes. It's too early to guess. After all, Xiao Yunxi didn't make any moves, so it's better not to startle the snake and wait for the change.