Yu Meng told Li Sumiao that she was suffering from thymic cancer, and her time was short, she was not afraid of death, but she just hoped to die more meaningfully, she hated Qin Feng to the bone, and wanted to exchange her death for his ruined reputation. °C Eight '°C Eight '°C Read' °C Book, .■.o↑ Li Sumiao couldn't stand Yu Meng's bitter pleading, so she could only agree to cooperate with her plan. He accompanied Yu Meng to practice the dance section of "Swan Lake", just to fulfill her last wish - to put on dancing shoes, return to the stage, and draw an end to her dream.

"I hope to see you in the final moments and see us dancing together." Yu Meng said to Li Sumiao, "Thank you for loving me, thank you for accompanying me to the end of my life." If there is an afterlife, I will definitely marry you. ”

Song Yuning, who didn't know it, also provided a lot of help, borrowed costumes, contacted the theater venue, and hired a cameraman for them. Li Sumiao bought the playback period of the LED large screen, from 10:30 to 12:30 in the evening, which is the time when Qin Feng and Yu Meng opened the hourly room, the video of the dance segment is played in a loop, and Yu Meng can see it at any time when he opens the curtains.

Li Sumiao also asked his brother to teach Yu Meng how to accurately stab the fruit knife into her heart in one go, and she practiced it over and over again. I can't imagine what kind of mood Yu Meng had when she did all this. When she and Li Sumiao danced lingeringly, when she and Song Yuning went to the beach to watch the sunrise, when she aimed the tip of the shining knife at her heart, was her heart surging with passionate love and hate? Is she full of reluctance and attachment to this rolling red dust?

Everything went smoothly according to plan. After Qin Feng left the hotel room that night, Yu Meng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains.

Li Sumiao stood on the stone table by the lake, her eyes full of tears, looking up at the shadow in front of the window. The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side. Looking at each other across the water, the despair of not being able to rely on each other goes deep into the bone marrow.

Yu Meng also looked out of the window, you are on the shore of Bishui Lake, I am by the Lechuan River, the ruthless flowing water goes from the east, who do you complain to with hatred? She walked to the sofa, turned the short and eternal love in her heart into thrilling power, held the fruit knife in her hand, stabbed it into her heart, and then pulled out the knife, letting the blood drip on Qin Feng's white bathrobe.

Origin and extinction. The upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Yu Meng used his life to pay tribute to the evil relationship with Qin Feng, and successfully pushed him to the forefront.

During the open trial, I met Qin Feng, he had a haircut, his chin was full of beard scum, his face was haggard, his expression was depressed, and he no longer had the graceful and suave artist demeanor of the past.

In the end, Qin Feng was acquitted, but he was already ruined, all his ** and evil deeds were revealed, and his future was ruined. He resigned from the dance company and left Haicheng, and no one knows where he went. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and he has been duly punished.

The tragedy ended, and happy events followed. First of all, Yin Jingshu was pregnant, and it was the happy fruit that was born in the island tent that night, Yuan Jiapeng naturally couldn't ask for it, and Yin Jingshu could only agree to marry her son. For this reason, Xiao Se wantonly asked Yuan Jiapeng for credit, saying that thanks to his urgency and wisdom that night, he was able to solve his two major life events at one time. Yuan Jiapeng also sincerely thanked me, and invited me and Xiao Se to have several big meals in a row.

When Yin Jingshu was more than four months pregnant, they held a wedding feast, and Xiao Se and I served as bridesmaids and best men again. Everyone was beaming, Yuan Jiapeng's parents were smiling from ear to ear, and Yin Jingshu's father was also smiling with relief.

Ye Zihan received the bouquet thrown by the bride, she really became the next bride, and soon held a grand wedding with the British professor Peter, Peter is five years older than Ye Zihan, blonde hair and blue eyes, exuding elegant demeanor and mature male charm, appearance and temperament and Zihan stand upright. When Ye Zihan threw out the bouquet, I stood still, as always, not wanting to join in the fun. But the bouquet flew towards me impartially, and I subconsciously stretched out my hands, and the bouquet fell firmly into my hands. In the midst of cheers, Ye Zihan came over, gave me a big hug, and whispered in my ear: "Tong Xin, bless you, I hope you will become the next bride as soon as possible." ”

For a moment, my heart was filled with excitement, filled with an indescribable feeling. Hundreds of thoughts flashed in my mind, thousands of feelings passed through my heart, I stared at the bouquet in my hand, tears involuntarily rose into my eyes.

At the end of the year, Zhu Zunyi also got married, he was already a Bensi person, for so many years, the object has been based on the dead Li Fei, but it is difficult to find a lover, and finally he can't resist the pressure from his family, so he retreats to the second, accepts the blind date arrangement, and marries a girl who looks pleasing to the eye and is suitable in all aspects.

Watching my good friends enter the marriage hall one by one, I was also moved and full of yearning, and even began to fantasize about the scene where Xiao Se proposed to me and our wedding scene. However, a phone call from Zhao Junning easily extinguished my enthusiasm.

"Tong Beauty, I want to do a performance art activity on New Year's Day, and I invite you to enjoy it." Zhao Junning is still in the tone of an old friend.

"I'm not interested at all, please don't bother me anymore, okay?" I've become disgusted with this person to the extreme.

"I promise you'll be interested." His voice became gloomy, "There's someone you've been looking for, and if you don't come, there's no chance of meeting her." ”

"Lan Jingyu?" I asked.

He smirked twice. "At 10 o'clock in the morning on the 1st, at the Haicheng Museum of Contemporary Art, see you or leave."

A chill crept up my spine as a busy sound of "doodoo" came, and I immediately told Xiao Se about the situation.

"I'll notify Mu Mian immediately and ask her to arrange a time." He comforted me, "Don't worry, Mumian and I will be with you then." ”

On New Year's Day, Zhuo Yichen also went with us, and he was more anxious than us to know Lan Jingyu's whereabouts.

Haicheng Museum of Contemporary Art is located in the art district, which is a new landmark in Haicheng and a gathering place for literary and artistic youth, with many galleries, exhibition halls and independent artists, which are very popular. The last time Lan Jingyu sat in an iron cage, the performance art started here.

When we arrived at the Museum of Contemporary Art, the hall was already crowded with artists, as well as many curious citizens and art lovers.

From a distance, we saw Chen Yangyi and Zhang Zheyu walking towards us.

"Oh, handsome guy Zhuo, I'm so glad to see you." Chen Yangyi's eyes lit up when he saw Zhuo Yichen, and he completely ignored the rest of us.

Zhuo Yichen still cared about their pair because of the fact that he was secretly photographed by Zhang Zheyu back then, and his expression was indifferent, and Chen Yangyi didn't care, pestering him to pull around.

Zhang Zheyu told us about his upcoming commemorative photo exhibition for his late father, and it is said that he spent several years collecting and sorting out his father's posthumous works, and even rummaged through the cabinets from his home to find the film left by his father, and went into the darkroom to develop it himself. The exhibition will be held next month, and he is keen to invite us to visit the site.

Naturally, we accepted the invitation, and because of Zhang Zheyu's filial piety to his father, we should also go to the party.

The event officially began, Chen Yangyi and Zhang Zheyu hurriedly ended the conversation and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, and we also followed them to the front.

This is a performance art called "New Carrier Painting", the chaotic piano sounded, and a naked ** woman appeared on the T-shaped booth covered with a white cloth of more than 10 meters, and the scene immediately boiled, and many reporters and audiences frantically flocked to the booth.

The woman's face was painted with colorful Peking Opera masks, and her hands were knocking on the wooden fish, walking back and forth. With his face painted like that, he couldn't tell who it was at all, but judging from the stunner's figure, proportions, perfect posture and overall feeling, it should be Lan Jingyu.

Zhao Junning, dressed in a black tunic also appeared, holding a large bottle of Coke in his left hand and a hamburger in his right hand, walked from the back of the stage to the front of the catwalk and sat down, eating and drinking as if no one was around.

Suddenly, Zhao Junning threw the remaining hamburger into the air, suddenly got up, lifted one of the 12 Coke bottles on the table, and poured the paint into his mouth. He walked up to Lan Jingyu, and the green paint in his mouth was sprayed on her body, and she suddenly became a colorful flower person.

Reporters rushed to the catwalk with their cameras in spite of everything. In the chaotic scene, Zhao Junning commanded Lan Jingyu to stand at the back of the catwalk, and then pushed her to the ground violently, and then dragged her back and forth, using Coke bottles and cans of paint to carry out the so-called "creation", and the white cloth immediately became colorful. Lan Jingyu was manipulated by him at will, and posed on the stage as required. Zhao Junning held a large brush full of black ink, and drew it on the white cloth, and then he leisurely drank tea with a small teacup.

At the end of the event, Zhao Junning's mouth was full of paint, his body was dirty, and a group of reporters surrounded him. Lan Jingyu jumped up from the ground and ran to the locker room behind the stage. Mu Mian jumped on the catwalk and quickly chased after her, and I also wanted to ask Lan Jingyu about it. Xiao Se and Zhuo Yichen couldn't go into the locker room casually, so they could only stay where they were and wait.

The space behind the stage is all shrouded in curtains, and there is no light at all, and it is like a labyrinth. Lan Jingyu and Mu Mian were gone, I groped my way in the dark, decided to give up, walked back, just took a few steps, there was a slight sound behind me, I stopped, before I could turn back, a cold hard thing against my neck, after the numbness of an electric shock, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself tied to a bed with five flowers, the lights were on in the room, and there were two people standing next to the bed, Zhao Junning, and Lin Enmo.

It was like I had fallen into a hole in the ice, and my blood was almost frozen. This day is still coming, a pair of crazy men and women, they really joined forces to deal with me, what do they want, kill me?

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