Song Ling couldn't help but open Weibo and found that she had been listed on the hot search again. #宋泠后台#

There are only two lonely Weibo posts on her account, but she has received countless new comments, a tide of bad comments.

"It's different to have a backstage, as soon as I debuted, it was "Chang'an Chaos".

"What's more, I heard that I want to shoot an MV with Qi Qing now, this is the upper speed. [Huh]"

"Last time, I bought a water army to praise myself for stepping on Qiao Qingqian, why is my face so big, Xiaohuadan is a drama spelled out one drama after another. [Goodbye]"

This is still a relatively peaceful bad review. There are more unpleasant ones.

clicked on his hot topic and found that the cause was just Qiao Qingqian liked his Weibo in the middle of the night and deleted it in seconds. But then another trumpet exposed that the role in "Psychological Crime" robbed a well-known actress, and the heroine of Qi Qingyi's MV had already set her, and this was originally planned for Qiao Qingqian, but she snatched it back with the backstage, and attached a coded information photo, with the name Qiao Qingqian written on it.

As soon as the information with pictures and truths broke out, coupled with Qiao Qingqian's liking on Weibo, it seemed that this matter was confirmed, naturally most people believed it, especially Qiao Qingqian's fans, who tore up with Song Ling's fans last time, and this time he jumped naturally and angrily, sharpening his knife Huo Huo organized a group to go to Song Ling's Weibo to slaughter the screen.

Now it is lively on Weibo, Song Ling's fans want to argue but there is no evidence, and he is a newcomer who has just debuted, of course, he has no power to fight back after being torn up.

Buying water army hype, unspoken rules, relying on the backstage to grab roles, stepping on Xiaohuadan to take the position, and even someone broke out a graduation photo, but there are no black spots in the photo, and there is not much change from now, and this blogger who said that he is Song Ling's classmate is indignant and said that Song Ling is not an acting professional, his grades are mediocre, he is arrogant and unpopular in school, and his character is very average.

All of a sudden, Song Ling's so-called black material was all over the Internet.

Some entertainment websites also began to expose Song Ling, pretending to reveal vaguely that Song Ling was under a gold medal agent, and this agent had never accepted a newcomer. They don't understand Tianjing's importance to Song Ling, but this does not prevent them from writing articles that seem to be impossible to grasp, without obvious blackness, but leading people to think in other directions.

Stunned to see that she was hacked by the whole people on Weibo, Song Ling couldn't tell what mood she was in, she was ready to be hacked when she entered the entertainment industry, but she still didn't expect it to be this kind of Cheng dù, and the joy of just finishing suddenly sank to the bottom.

Su Gu parked the car on the side of the road when Song Ling received the call, and also saw the Weibo that Song Ling had swiped. Seeing Song Ling's seemingly natural expression as usual, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Without asking Song Ling's opinion, he turned the car around, and only said, "I'll take you somewhere." ”

Song Ling answered, turned his head to look at the street scene speeding outside the car, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what to think.

It was so long that she was about to fall asleep, and she held up her eyelids, and she was surprised to find out the window a street scene that she knew so well and even got tired of it.

Su Gu took her to her school.

Seeing the students walking out of the school gate in twos and threes, walking towards the snack street that she has always loved to go to, the vendor owners are lively and lively on both sides of the road, all kinds of lights illuminate the street, the students sitting on the tables and chairs are giggling, joking, the big spoons in the hands of the stall owners are constantly stir-frying, and the mouths are still shouting from time to time, and the white smoke with the aroma is constantly curling. This is the scene she has watched for four years, but now it inexplicably makes her feel the urge to cry.

Obviously, I have only been away for more than two months, why do I feel that it has been a long time.

Seeing Song Ling's slightly moved expression, Su Gu knew that he had come to the right place, he took the lead in getting out of the car, opened the car door for Song Ling, handed her a cotton mask, and said in a gentle tone: "Since you're here, let's eat something and leave." ”

Stepping out of the car door, afraid of being recognized, put on a mask, and looked at a familiar street, Song Ling naturally suddenly had the enthusiasm of the host, she grabbed Su Gu's sleeve and hurriedly crossed the road, and her tone was slightly raised: "Our school is only so lively in this street at night, I will take you to eat the best food." ”

Walking through a long street, I came to the deepest part, even if I was so close to the inside, there were still many students sitting on the tables and chairs that had been erected, and the red sign on the mobile car wrote a few big characters that were a little paint--Qianli Xiang Wonton, Song Ling turned his head and said: "Boss, two bowls of shrimp." Then he and Su Gu went to the last empty table and chair in the corner, and Song Ling wiped the chair and table seriously with a tissue before letting Su Gu sit down. Thinking of Haikou that he impulsively boasted about, Song Ling was a little remorseful, not to mention that the actor must have eaten a lot of delicious food, what if he doesn't like to eat roadside stalls.

Catching a glimpse of Song Ling's fleeting look of annoyance, Su Gu naturally picked up the spoon on the table and wiped it: "Coincidentally, I like to eat small wontons." Song Ling put his mind at ease, and then patted his head: "How can you eat this without baking cold noodles, wait a minute, I'll buy it." Seeing Song Ling hurriedly running out again, waving to him on the other side, Su Gu pursed his lips and couldn't help but smile.

Song Ling asked for his usual style: "Boss, two noodles, plus bacon and ham." ”

"Okay." The boss should be in harmony, quickly poured oil on the iron plate in his hand, covered two dough cakes on it when the white smoke was slightly rising, knocked an egg on the edge of the iron plate, and poured the egg liquid on the two dough sheets, before it was baked by the heat spread by the dough, he brushed it evenly on every corner of the dough with a small spatula, and then turned the dough over neatly with both hands, the bacon and ham were fried red by the iron plate, the oil came out of the bottom, and the edge of the bacon began to curl, exuding a unique aroma.

Knock knock, cold noodles, bacon and ham were decisively divided into small pieces by the boss, minced onions and lettuce slices were added, the aroma was stronger, and some oil was added, the boss began to stir-fry them hard, and finally squeezed the special sauce and fried well, put it into a paper bowl, and put a layer of plastic bags to prevent oil from seeping out. Song Ling couldn't help swallowing, and trotted to the wonton stall with a bowl in his hand.

It happened to be their turn, there were more than a dozen spice boxes in front of the boss, he quickly put a variety of seasonings in the big bowl, dazzling people were a little unable to see, the iron pot on the side continued to bubble white steam, the small wontons could not go down for a while, the boss quickly scooped them up, poured into the bowl, and finally poured a large spoonful of hot soup, the beautiful streamline slid into the bowl, a small wonton obediently floated on the soup noodles, and finally sprinkled a pinch of fresh aroma of coriander, which was particularly beautiful.

The little wontons were brought to him, and Song Ling took a sip of the hot soup first, and couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction. The small wonton skin is thin and has little material, and it is particularly clear in the refreshing soup, one bite at a time, bite open and sink, although it is small, it can obviously bite the small piece of shrimp and a little meat filling of the Q bomb, and the trap of the small wonton drags a big skin, thin, but very lubricated, and it melts in the mouth without biting, plus a mouthful of roasted cold noodles mixed with eggs and bacon, steaming, the sauce is fragrant, Song Ling feels that he was instantly cured.

Su Yingdi, who hadn't eaten since filming at noon, took a sip of soup and felt that his whole stomach was warm, and his appetite was immediately aroused. The two of them were speechless, and they both ate the contents of the bowl seriously.

After eating, Song Ling was obviously in a state of high spirits, and took the initiative to say to Su Gu: "I'll take you to visit our school." It was already past nine o'clock, and the two of them were walking around the school wearing masks like the most ordinary campus couples, and they didn't attract attention at all.

The school is not big, but Song Ling walks very energetically. While walking, she introduced to Su Gu what the school was, and sometimes she couldn't help but laugh out loud when she thought of the interesting things about the school, and she wanted to tell it to Su Gu, but she was frequently interrupted by her own laughter, Song Ling's story didn't make Su Gu laugh, but her own way of laughing made Su Gu laugh.

In the end they walked a wide but sparsely populated road, the tall trees on both sides had fallen all over the plane leaves, stepping on it made a crisp sound, she raised her head to look at the moon hanging high, it was a little blurry tonight, turned her head to Su Gu and said: "This road is long and remote, few people are willing to walk, but I like it very much, and I will come here every time I am upset." Now, it seems that it is still working. ”

Su Gu looked at Song Ling's relaxed expression, didn't speak, with a smile in his eyes, and only accompanied her through this long road.

It seems that I have only seen Song Ling so lively and talkative now.

Like a small snail, the surface is hard and hard, many people knocked on her shell, and with a few strokes, she immediately retracted and they gave up.

As everyone knows, if you knock a few more times, she will sneak out her soft head and smile shyly at you.

Hello, little snail.