"Thank you for coming into my world.

After walking through the dripping rainy season, a knot is tied in my heart.

But what should I do, the bell is almost over, the poetry is almost finished, I have grown up, and I still miss you......"

Song Qing sat in the audience, wearing a white shirt and a black pleated short skirt, although she sat in the front row as an outstanding graduate, but as the screenwriter of the stage play "Farewell to Youth", she was not invited to the stage, and even when the stage play started, there was no screenwriter column on the big screen.

"Qingqing, Chang Ge'er is too much! You are a tired screenwriter and songwriter, but she is so good that she doesn't even give you an appearance! It was a good friend An Jingjing who was sitting on the side, who spoke, with the same white shirt and pleated skirt, with a red little face, and her face was full of unevenness.

Song Qing didn't hold her breath, her face was calm, and her fair skin was even more moving than Chang Ge'er, the heroine of the stage play with exquisite makeup on stage.

"Forget it."

"Forget it? What's it? I'm bad at math! I don't count! I'll tell you, it's not easy to meet that slut after today's graduation party! No, I must get justice for you today! An Jingjing waved her hand and sternly rejected Song Qing's forget.

Song Qing's eyes showed a warmth, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

"Thank you, Jingjing." Song Qing agreed to write this stage play, although it was designed by Chang Ge'er, but she was also willing, because the head teacher, Mr. Cao, also hoped that she could help with this. Since the transfer of schools, the head teacher has helped her a lot and has not put colored glasses on her because of those gossip.

Although she is quiet and cold on weekdays, she will remember that others are good to her.

The vibration of the mobile phone sounded, and Song Qing opened the bag and saw that it was his mother Zhang Chen.

Song Qing walked to the theater and answered the phone at the door of the bathroom.

"Mom." For her mother Zhang Chen, her tone has always been very gentle.

"Qingqing, I'...... Scared, your father, your father didn't come back, woo woo woo ......" The charter was originally suppressed from crying, and after stalking, he couldn't stop crying after hearing Song Qing's voice.

"Mom, I graduated today, and my father attended my graduation party at school, and I will take my father back now." Song Qing's face was not red and his heart was not beating, which made Zhang Chen's heart a little calmer.

"Qingqing, you didn't even ask me to go after graduation! You're with Lao Song again! I'm not happy, I'm not happy! Zhang Chen was a little aggrieved, every time his daughter went out with Lao Song, he didn't call her.

"I was wrong, Mom, I'll be back soon, okay, can you give the phone to Sister-in-law Zhou?"

Zhang Chen pouted and reluctantly handed the phone to Sister-in-law Zhou beside him.

"Qingqing."

"Sister-in-law Zhou, my mother is bothering you, I'll go back later, don't let my mother go out and run around." Song Qing explained to Sister-in-law Zhou.

"Don't worry, Qingqing, your mother has me to take care of, you have today's graduation party, it's better to come back later, it's a good thing to graduate, have fun." Sister-in-law Zhou also wanted to persuade Song Qing, but Song Qing refused, saying that she would come back immediately. Sister-in-law Zhou didn't want to say anything more, hung up the phone and coaxed Zhang Chen, waiting for Song Qing's return.

Sister-in-law Zhou felt more and more sorry for Song Qing in her heart. A girl runs a home, and she is so strong that it hurts.

Song Qing hung up the phone and wanted to leave, but he thought that Chang Geer had taken away his USB flash drive before, and now that he thinks about it, it is estimated that he deleted the screenwriter column in the stage play document.

Song Qing snorted lightly, she didn't care about this, this kind of caution was rubbish to her.

The USB flash drive should still be in the changing room, so she walked to the changing room and prepared to take the USB flash drive and leave.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Lin Li, who was covered in blood, with a pair of clothing scissors inserted in his chest, and his body was still spasming, obviously not dead. Blood also spilled down the mouth and nose. The blood foam stung Song Qing's eyes.

She quickly put down her bag and went to check Lin Li's body, there were three holes in her body, and it was estimated that she would not survive, and the costume was cut into her lungs and could not be pulled out at will.

Song Qing calmed down and asked, "Who killed you?" ”

Lin Li didn't speak, just widened her eyes, and kept looking at the door, as if she was waiting for someone, and she had a rather dead look if she didn't see it.

Song Qing frowned, her hands and shirt were stained with a lot of blood, she frowned, turned on her mobile phone and was about to dial 110, but the door was suddenly opened.

The person who came in was Jiang Yu, a well-known beautiful man in the school, the class president of Class 6, and his grades were also very high every time, and he was also a man of the year in the school.

Jiang Yu was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand open, obviously he didn't expect such a scene, his handsome face was full of surprise and shock! For a moment, I forgot to move my steps.

Song Qing was also stunned for half a second, and frowned randomly, it is very unfavorable for someone to come now, and she is likely to be considered a murderer. But she also agreed to go home to accompany Zhang Chen.

Song Qing suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to look at Lin Li, but Lin Li had already closed his eyes, even though his face was covered in blood, he still looked peaceful.

But what's the use, it's already dead.

Song Qing found a row of blood words on Lin Li's left hand side: "I love you, but wyzdy"

"You killed her?" Jiang Yu didn't know how he asked, but at that time, his mouth was dry, with fear and a hint of doubt, he couldn't feel what kind of dryness his voice was, just stared at the beautiful girl in front of him for a moment.

"It's not." Song Qing replied firmly. It is in stark contrast to Jiang Yu's hesitation.

Jiang Yu wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a scream.

"Ahh Killed! Killed! Jiang Yu didn't close the door, and the girls walking around the door saw such a scene in the dressing room and shouted, instantly attracting the attention of many people!

The school immediately closed the scene and calmed the students. Song Qing, who was covered in blood, and the witness Jiang Yu, as well as the girl Zhao Yuanyuan, who screamed and caused more panic, were all taken away by the police.

"I don't want to, I don't want to stay with murderers! I'm graduating today! I don't want to go to the police station! I'm scared! Woo woo woo ...... "When Zhao Yuanyuan heard that the police were going to take her away, she kept crying, she was very scared, and her legs were weak. It's a pity that the crying eyes are swollen, and it can't change the fact that he was taken away. On the other hand, Song Qing and Jiang Yu looked calm.

"Qingqing! Qingqing! When An Jingjing heard the news, she hurriedly ran over, stopped the police and said, "Big brother, you must be mistaken, Song Qing won't kill anyone!" ”

Song Qing is definitely fake if she is not moved, there is only one An Jingjing in this school, and she will believe her without saying anything. This is her friend!

"Don't get in the way of handling the case, or you will be detained!" The police don't give face.

"Big Brother Police! She's not going to kill anyone! An Jingjing didn't know what to do, so she could only keep repeating this sentence, she stopped in front of Song Qing, and was pointed at by the onlookers around her. But he still didn't take a step back, and stretched out his arms in front of her, Song Qing will never forget.

"Jingjing, I'm fine, just go and make a record, it's okay, it'll be fine in a few days." Song Qing gave An Jingjing a slightly calm look, An Jingjing was still a little worried, but the police had already taken someone into the police car.

In the police car, Song Qing didn't say a word, just frowned. His hands were handcuffed, and his bag was left in the changing room. She looked up at Jiang Yu: "Can you borrow my mobile phone to make a call?" ”