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Shichahai

Shao Qing, who was seven or eight kilometers away in a straight line, found that his conscience let Weng Huaijing go.

The time before and after, after arriving home, Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng did not spare Yan Qing lightly.

"Hmm... Let's shoot as many empty shots as possible... That's right, a close-up of the full moon... Right... If it's convenient, it's better to have as many nearby night view landmarks as possible... Please... Thank you so much... Moran... Good... Goodbye..."

After Yan Qing hung up the phone in the inner courtyard, he restrained the urge to twitch his facial muscles, and looked at the two drama spirits a few steps away from him with a little embarrassment:

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Zhang Yameng was bending over and Miao Miao, who was on tiptoe, reaching out against each other's necks, wrestling with each other, like a Spanish bullfighting performance that was gradually climactic.

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Zhang Yameng, who pretended to be disgusted, blushed timidly on her cheeks: "Little meow, people are a little unstable, please help me~"

Miao Miao, who tried to jump but couldn't, was indescribably coquettish in her demeanor: "Lao Zhang, I hate it~ You bend down a little longer, I'm really, really, really about to fall~"

The two girls continued their pompous performances while unscrupulously spying on Yan Qing's reaction.

"They both thought I was deliberately falling to the buzz? No, it seems that there are too many lies woven on weekdays, and no one wants to believe the truth at first glance."

Not annoyed, Yan Qing stood quietly in the middle of the inner courtyard, looking at the lost full moon from time to time, and waited until the two girls were almost in trouble, he asked Miao Miao casually as if he was unintentional:

"I'm going to write something later, and I'll make a few more background music samples~ Is there still electricity for the voice recorder upstairs?"

Nodding subconsciously, she took out her mobile phone again, Miao Miao glanced at the time, frowned and hesitated, and finally muttered complainingly: "Brother Qing'er, what time is it when you finish your physical training... Do you want to rest? ”

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, which blew Miao Miao's hairstyle messily, and for a while the dull hair flew, and the pure moonlight reflected the girl's face in a particularly holy and beautiful way.

Perhaps it was her bright eyes full of stubbornness and worry that people couldn't bear to look at, Yan Qing turned her gaze away slightly.

Between the Chorker ribbons fluttering in the wind, the meow beauty stretches her neck and shows her bright quality, reflecting the bright moonlight, and even her delicate fluff is transparent, and the roots are distinct, which is very beautiful.

"Restraint, there is a girl in my family who has just grown up..."

The palm of the hand feedback the urge to recall the meow and smooth the hair, Yan Qing was immovable, and silence was golden.

"Brother Qing, it's a little slow to play the piano and record a sample, it's better to..."

The empathetic Zhang Yameng immediately came up with a solution, she paused, looked at Yan Qing, who seemed calm and calm, and asked tentatively: "Brother Qing, what do you think of the last time you did "Seve"... That one... Is it easy to use? ”

Seeing that the fishing was successful, Yan Qing was only secretly happy, and his tone was ambiguous: "That App? … It's faster than the piano, and this time it's not a midi style..."

With a smile, Zhang Yameng persuaded: "Actually, its paid virtual instrument library is also very convenient, or I will go up and bring the Pad to you..."

Yan Qing seemed to be shaken: "... This..."

"Brother Qing'er, why don't I order you a Pad Pro like Lao Zhang."

Lao Zhang's intervention made the atmosphere significantly ease, and Miao Miao was quite happy to see Yan Qing's attitude change.

It was serious, Yan Qing hurriedly excused himself: "I don't think it's necessary, that is, I need to use it temporarily, and in another month and a half, the recording studio can also be delivered... It will be convenient then. ”

After that, he eagerly observed Mr. Meow, who controlled the lifeblood of the economy.

Who knew that Miao Miao was as good as a stream: "Okay then." ”

Nodding with satisfaction, Yan Qing's heart was like a knife: "Little meow, can't you persuade me a few more times, or buy it back directly..."

While wandering, Zhang Yameng thoughtfully went upstairs and gave her Pad to Yan Qing.

The two girls stood downstairs in the dormitory, looking at the practice room on the second floor of the office building with the lights on.

"Meow, has our Brother Qing always fought like this?"

Hesitating, Zhang Yameng still gently grabbed Miao Miao, who was thinly dressed.

Miao Miao's tone was quiet: "Except for that time, it stopped for two days, and it continued with an injury, I really can't persuade him, I can't control him." ”

Zhang Yameng had already learned about the original Queqiao Passage incident from Yan Qing's mouth, so she naturally put aside the topic: "Actually, I don't think he is so repulsive to electronic products now." ”

Thinking about it for a moment, Miao Miao nodded: "This is better than before, and I haven't seen him hide in the showroom alone in a daze." ”

Zhang Yameng smiled and said: "Isn't this very good, Brother Qing is actually a very soft heart." ”

"I know..."

Feeling awkward, Miao Miao couldn't help but feel sorry for herself: "I feel that I am so useless, I can't read him, and I can't help him." ”

This kind of meow made Zhang Yameng feel distressed: "The world is not worth it..."

"Men can't get used to it, the more they get used to it, the more bastards they get, the more women have to be spoiled, the more spoiled they are, the more they have..."

Holding back the inexplicable sense of shame, after speaking domineeringly, Zhang Yameng let go of her hand, and her steps went around to the other side of Miao Miao with light steps.

Miao Miao was indifferent.

The earthy quotations that can most drive Mr. Meow's emotions did not arouse Miao Miao's response, Zhang Yameng sighed secretly, and gently touched her with her elbow: "Little Meow, let's go up, everything will get better and better in the future." ”

"I'm fine..."

Turning around and holding Zhang Yameng's arm, Miao Miao smiled at old Zhang Wan'er.

In the stairwell of the dormitory building, a whisper sounded:

"I care more about whether he's tired than whether he's doing well."

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In the late-night practice room, the man walking in the floor-to-ceiling mirror had a strange and exciting expression mixed with surprise, and he asked in confusion and urgency:

"Ellie, why do you put on Pinru's clothes and use other people's things?"

- "The Impulse to Go Home" -

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Oh, there seemed to be a different face in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the man had a fierce face and pointed at the mirror and put down the cruel words:

"Even if I, Wang Jingzhe, starve to death and die outside, I won't eat anything from here!"

——"Green Years"——

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In a moment, the face in the mirror changed again, the man's expression was stubborn and there were palpitations hidden, and his eyes were arrogant with two points of affection, and his thin lips turned and spit out a bad word of defeat:

"Guan Keying? Hehe, you don't need to care, why are you still here, shouldn't you hide back under the protection of your parents and accuse me of being a scumbag with tears in your eyes? ”

- Dark version of "Brave" -

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Shaoyan, the man in the mirror seems to have suffered humiliation, tasted bitterness, his eyes are gloomy, with sadness and hatred, and he is full of sorrow, and the lines that erupt pour out the deep sorrow of "washing his face with tears day and night":

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past, Xiaolou had an east wind last night, and the country can't afford to look back at the moonlight... The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed, and he asks how sad you can be? It is like a river flowing eastward. ”

——"Li Yu"——

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