Song Yi was so pained that his face turned green.

The barrage suddenly became anxious.

- If you don't have quality, how can you beat your brother?

-Watching my brother hurt, my heart hurts too

- Brother, you're okay, don't scare me, don't have an accident......

"I said so, let go."

Song Mo pushed Song Yi's body away, and snatched the live selfie stick in his hand with a cold face.

The reason for the car accident is that she doesn't want to be labeled as having a good relationship with Song Yi by outsiders at all.

"My relationship with Song Yi is not good at all, and I can't wait to see him for the rest of my life."

"You don't have to feel sorry for him, it's better to feel sorry for the stray dog with a broken leg on the side of the road, he doesn't deserve it."

"That's all, goodbye."

She threw down the selfie stick, no matter what those Song Yi fans called in the barrage, and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

It didn't take long for her to see Song Yi's fans scolding her in the super talk.

Translate my brother's little sweetheart: Woo woo, I feel sorry for my brother, the life of a wealthy family is not easy.

I translation: It hurts to look at it, and I feel that my heart hurts together, and it hurts to eat my heart.

Step on your toes, and it won't hurt so much that it's like giving birth.

Song Mo looked at these people and was speechless.

But unexpectedly, there is some sympathy.

Song Yi's skin, such a temperament, is finely wrapped and placed in a bright window, tempting the ignorant girl who passes by to stop her eyes on him.

Until they unpack and taste his true nature, these girls will be deceived by appearances, believing that the most conspicuous item in the cupboard has a sweet heart, a silky temperament.

#宋译, I feel sorry for my brother

Under such a hot search, a group of translation fans began to feel crazy and distressed about Song Yi.

Translate my brother's little baby: Woo woo woo is this a wealthy family? My brother is so bitter and bullied like this by my vicious sister.

Knowing my heart: I dare to bully my brother like this under the camera, usually, where we can't see, my brother doesn't know what kind of bullying he will be.

Song Mo looked at the increasing scolding in the private message, closed his eyes, and deleted it all.

In her opinion, these ghost insults are just spam text messages that occupy her memory, and keeping them will affect the operation of her mobile phone.

Some fans are scolding her in private messages, while the other part is distressed by her brother in Chaohua.

One heart and one translation: Woo woo, @博誉影视官方出来出来, don't you care if your artists are bullied like this?

The Boyu film and television staff behind the computer were speechless.

The other party is their second miss, they dare to touch her? What's more, Elder Song personally explained to their boss that if the second lady has a conflict with the eldest young master in the future, don't favor the eldest young master.

There should be some untold stories in it, but that has nothing to do with a little person like him.

Let them make trouble.

Fans quickly put this entry on the top of the hot search, and it was another carnival for a while.

The whole super talk is full of distressed brother and crying expressions, so lively that it almost makes people think that Song Yi has died.

Curious passers-by rummaged in, looked at the statement, and made different sounds.

Coke with milk tea: Looking at this attitude, it's just a statement that she doesn't like this person, and Song Yi's fans are too vulnerable.

Wearing woolen pants this autumn: No, Song Yi was just stepped on his toes, Song Yi fans were like crying and mourning, the big brother next door to me kicked his toes to the corner of the cabinet and he was not wronged like this, sure enough, the star is so delicate, not like a man.

leZiren: If you can talk upstairs, talk more, laugh at me.

Fina My Fina: No one thinks this little sister is very sassy when she declares, she looks cute and loves to be serious, but she looks so handsome, and she is a ......

Passerby alone: Teacher Fei is making words again, but he eats birds.

Song Mo looked at the rising entries on the hot search list, and sneered weirdly.

"It's too early to feel distressed."

When Song Yi misses the position of the male protagonist of "Yonghuang", it is not too late to cry.

She stretched her arms, messaged a circle of friends, and went back to her room to pick up clothes.

Go out and play today.

But alas, she is the only one.

Han Zhiling has to work, Su Huaisheng goes to another city to watch a concert, Fang Xing is not available, Yeka also has an appointment, as for Zhuo Ruolian, although she has the courage to kick her nose in the face with the iceberg boss, she is still a little afraid.

Still don't bother the big guy to lean on the door frame.

Bored, she was going to find a musical instrument shop.

Last night, in her dream, she seemed to hear the sound of a violin.

Perhaps, listening to music will bring you up something.

She found a big piano shop in the neighborhood of her home and prepared to go in and see the instruments.

Before she could enter the door, she saw someone familiar.

Zhuo Ruoxuan.

But she didn't come alone, she was accompanied by a strange woman.

"Coincidentally, isn't this silent?" As soon as Zhuo Ruoxuan saw her, she greeted her.

The smile between her eyebrows and eyes slowly spread, like a warm spring lake.

But Song Mo knew that Zhuo Ruoxuan's eyes did not care about her.

"Coincidentally, what ...... are you" Song Mo was a little puzzled.

Zhuo Ruoxuan introduced, "This is my teacher, a well-known pianist in the city, and also a special guest music teacher of our school, Wen Ruyu. ”

Song Mo nodded, "I see, Teacher Wen is good." ”

The woman didn't say a word, only bowed her head slightly, and then just stood behind Zhuo Ruoxuan and looked at her.

A simple and wide shirt, short hair tied up, a neat upper body, and an irregularly edged denim shorts on the lower body, as well as a pair of eye-catching pink sneakers.

"How did you come up with the idea of coming here?" Zhuo Ruoxuan was puzzled, "Didn't Lian Lian come with you?" ”

Song Mo smiled and explained, "It's just that I'm suddenly interested in the violin." ”

If she really cared about her, she wouldn't ask more about Zhuo Ruolian's situation.

It seems that Miss Zhuo Ruoxuan really wants to use her to find out about Zhuo Ruolian's situation.

"Do you want to learn?" Wen Ruyu was curious.

"No, I'm looking for a score." Song Mo hummed out the melody in his dream.

Wen Ruyu felt that her humming was very familiar, and she seemed to have heard it.

And she also knew very well that the music that this girl was looking for was something that only that person could play.

The man, the young and silent girl, at her recital, rushed to her stage, and a song "Dance of Death" ruined her image as a piano goddess.

This is her shame, if it weren't for that girl, she wouldn't have escaped to Jiang Qi's place to be a teacher incognito.

She could have made a name for herself after that recital, but she was disturbed by a little girl who couldn't say anything.

Now, there is a girl who knows the girl.

Out of selfishness, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, I haven't heard of it. ”

Song Mo was not disappointed.

After all, it's just a short piece of music, not necessarily the most impressive part of a piece of music, and it's normal for Wen Ruyu to not be able to hear it.