Two days before Brother Luo's wedding, Luo Qingyu had been doing maintenance at home, and wanted to wear the most beautiful dress in the best condition.

Therefore, in the past two days, she decided not to touch the spring water with her fingers, and went to her godfather's house for three meals a day. They are also taking care of them, and all the chores are taken over by the housekeeper and the cook, and the three of them are happy to be at ease.

On the surface, it's spring, and the cool weather is minimal, but the sun isn't too fierce today.

On this day, Miss Luo, who was wearing a collared skirt, was lying on the Luohan couch in the pavilion and looking through the information on her mobile phone. Today, she finally remembered the new video she uploaded some time ago to see what the reaction was.

It's funny to say, every time she uploads a video, some people always come to touch the porcelain, saying that she deliberately chose this day to update, just to compare the dancing skills of a certain star, or a certain dance celebrity, or a new Xiaohua.

This time, she was dressed in a simple manner, and I don't know whose black fans ridiculed her for deliberately showing off her dancing skills, trying to step on the fame of a certain star or a certain big coffee, and suppress the presence of the new Xiaohua brush, disgusting~.

said that she suppressed Xin Xiaohua's remarks the most, because the other party also uploaded a video on her blog, a few days before Qingwu.

The jewels on his body, with his bewitching figure and angelic pure face, are particularly eye-catching. Some big Vs or dance experts posted testimonials on the Internet, saying that this little flower's dancing skills killed the arrogant and arrogant Qingwu.

Luo Qingyu: "......"

To be honest, she thinks that these experts are intent on killing Xiaohua, but she has no evidence.

Recognized by experts, the other party's fans instantly high tide, what "the back wave pushes the front wave", "the front wave that dies on the beach is a good front wave" and so on.

Someone even ran to the bottom of Qingwu's previous video to taunt her, telling her to announce her retirement, and her era has passed.

As a result, as soon as Qingwu's little fresh video came out, the situation was immediately reversed.

Overnight, a large number of people poured out in the comment area of the other party's dance video: "You know what vulgarity is, right?", "This is the difference between Internet celebrities and dancers", "Dance skills are not good, no matter how much jewelry you hang, you can't save you" Yunyun.

The influencer here refers to the other party, even if the other party says that he is an artist. This year, there are more and more voices calling Miss Luo a dancer.

When Luo Qingyu saw these titles, he was happy from the bottom of his heart and encouraged himself:

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

But the other party's fans were mad and sold miserably everywhere, crying that Qingwu fans bought a water army to smear their idols. Some passers-by also said that Qingwu was enough for women's watches, obviously intentionally, but she pretended to be a pure and harmless little white trick.

Luo Qingyu: "......"

Hehe, where is the little white flower? She's obviously an overlord flower. Forget it, passers-by are blind and follow the trend.

Then, there was a Qingwu fan group that couldn't help but buy the hot search directly:

"Joke, Qing Wu uploads a video and asks if anyone in the entire entertainment industry is dancing or not? Who touches whose porcelain? Are you weak and reasonable? Who dances like a junior high school student, and is embarrassed to say that we are famous?

We don't directly name and name you to give you face, how is your idol dancing, don't you have AC in your heart? ”

Well, Luo Qingyu saw this comment and thought so.

Oh, she uploaded the video at a random time. There are so many people in the world, how does she know who has a competition or debut on the same day?

The online world has always been very lively, but fortunately, Anton and the studio, as well as the Qingwu fan group, are very strict with her fans, and have set rules such as "no rudeness, no initiative to cause trouble, and no naming and hate".

Be restrained and tolerant, after all, the strength of your own idol is here. There is no need to quarrel with the roadside porcelain, so as not to raise the popularity of the other party.

Coupled with the restrictions on platform intervention, this dispute has quietly ended. Only a few experts were unwilling to hold on to this topic, mentioning it from time to time, so that Luo Qingyu had the opportunity to understand the whole process.

In addition, the popular Xiaosheng Kang Nan's promotional advertisements for film and television have recently swiped the screen, and his past has been set off again. His famous dance music has her share of credit, and it is inevitable that she will be pulled into the topic again.

Thankfully, her studio and fan base are unanimous and remain silent on topics related to him. Gradually, no one arranged that she was suspected of taking advantage of Kangnan's popularity, but focused on the incident of her picking up people with her bare hands.

Someone on the Internet once again issued a voting soul question: Do you think she is the one who saved her with her ability, or is she posing for a photo?

Concerning himself, Luo Qingyu curiously voted "the person who saves with his ability", but found that the number of votes for this answer was the same as that of Jiao Weiya's answer.

Hahaha, almost laughing.

The Internet has a memory, and as long as it has been done, it will leave traces......

Looking at the smile, unconsciously, Luo Qingyu's eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't help but put down his mobile phone, leaned on the pillow and fell asleep. In her dream, she was in a hazy light, which was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if she was resisting something.

She stood in the center of the light, bored looking around.

There was nothing around her, there was silence, but she did not panic, but lay leisurely in the light, shaking a fan in her hand.

Shaking and shaking, she woke up.

“......”

Well, she seems to have only slept for a minute. Look at the hands, there are fans on the wood. Speechlessly, she picked up her phone and looked at it, "Huh, it was a little before going to bed, and now it's more than two o'clock, and she slept for an hour."

An hour's nap is enough.

Luo Qingyu wiped his face, and got up after a while. Before going to the sink, splash your face with water with both hands. Wash your face and sober up, wash away the tiredness and laziness of this body, and then look at the sky with your hands on your hips.

Well, the weather is nice today, the sun is not fierce, sometimes it is cool, it is a pity not to go out for a walk.

She proposes a bamboo basket with ripe tomatoes, fluffy cakes and bread, and a carton of milk.

This is the afternoon snack she picked up by the way when she had lunch.

Even if it's a short stroll, she has to prepare something to eat, what if she wants to eat halfway through, right?

Then take her dog with her...... Ah, a couple of patrol dogs glanced at her, and then went back to sleep. Forget it, if they don't go, they won't go. And she looked, well, three big cats with kittens were catching insects outside the yard.

They like to catch birds the most, and she has beaten them a few times, but now they don't dare. At least I didn't dare in front of her, and I didn't know it behind my back.

In this way, on this quiet afternoon, Luo Qingyu carried a basket in his arm, took a peach-shaped fan from the living room and shook it gently, and walked out of the door of the small courtyard gracefully.

She left through the back door of Deadwood Ridge, avoiding her parents' hill and heading deep into the mountains.

Unlike the direction in which Bill had encountered the wolf before, she often went for walks in this area, and there were more rocky streams than trees, and it was difficult to walk. But she liked it very much, and liked the feeling of sitting alone on the bare peak and looking into the distance.

There was also a clear lake under the peak, and the breeze was blowing, and she wanted to have afternoon tea there.