She proposed that An Yutang also participate, she made up Meng Yuyu's physics, An Yutang made up Meng Yuyu's mathematics, and put these two things up first.

An Yutang also worked hard for a good sister, it was rare that Meng Yuyu wanted to study seriously, and she would definitely not hit her confidence.

Although Meng Yuyu didn't understand many questions, Feng Qingyue and An Yutang patiently explained to her, and she understood half of it, and she left the rest to her own thinking.

Soon it was time to get out of school, and Feng Qingyue walked on the road, because of the arrival of Christmas, the atmosphere of the street storefronts was very lively, and there were light Christmas cheers.

She walked past a boutique with a music box in the window, Feng Qingyue stopped and looked at it twice, Jiang Yuye hadn't come to her again during this time.

But she occasionally heard from Meng Yuyu, for example, he now often wanders around bars and clubs day and night, and fights because of quarrels with others.

But no one will say anything about him, and those who know him know that he is an uninhibited character, and he can play as much as he wants, and his family can't control him.

Feng Qingyue left quickly, and the New Year's Day show would be in a few days, and her show was almost ready.

The date of the New Year's Day parade is on the 31st of December, the eve of the new year.

Feng Qingyue's repertoire to perform has been prepared, Meng Yuyu went to draw lots, and her program was ranked on the fifteenth, just in the middle.

Early in the morning, Meng Yuyu brought her the costume for the performance, which was a moon-white waist skirt with broken diamonds, and the skirt was close-fitting, which could show a delicate and perfect figure.

Feng Qingyue didn't wear a skirt much, and it was a little awkward after wearing it in the school locker room, Meng Yuyu's eyes lit up: "Qingqing, I know that this skirt is lined with you, like Snow White, come on, I'll tie your hair and put on makeup."

Feng Qingyue's skin is good, smooth and flawless, as tender as a shelled egg, she put on a light makeup and a thin layer of lipstick on her without knowing where to start.

The long hair pulls the princess's head and puts on a butterfly hairpin, at first glance, it looks like a Disney princess on the run.

Meng Yuyu was very satisfied with Feng Qingyue's style, and took a down jacket and draped it on her body: "Go to the waiting area to rest, and then play when you arrive."

In previous years' New Year's Day show, everyone in No. 1 Middle School was looking forward to Lin Han's appearance, but now they are looking forward to seeing the demeanor of Feng Qingyue.

Lin Han also participated in the show, she is best at playing the piano, and may want to save some image in school, this time she went down to practice hard for a long time, just to make a splash in the New Year's Day performance.

She was wearing a purple dress, which changed her previous innocence and became a little more charming.

Her program is ranked fourteenth, ahead of Feng Qingyue.

Now they are staying in the waiting area with Feng Qingyue, but fortunately there is heating in it, and they are thinly dressed and not very cold.

Lin Han glanced at Feng Qingyue not far away contemptuously, and was in a good mood to chat with Zhou Linglan on his mobile phone, the friendship between girls, a few casual chats will return to the same as before, she is slowly revealing to Zhou Linglan the "secret" that Qin Junyu said that day.

Until the shadow fell in front of him, Lin Han hurriedly put away his mobile phone, and when he saw someone coming, he rolled his eyes angrily: "Why don't you make a sound like a ghost?" Get out of the way, the air is filthy in front of you. ”

Feng Qingyue lowered his eyes and stared at her lightly: "The matter of Yunzhou Club on December 2nd was planned by you."

She is not a rhetorical question, but a statement.

Lin Han knew that Qin Junyu had sold her, and then smiled indifferently: "What if it's me?" Feng Qingyue, why don't you die with your murderer father? ”

Their corners are remote, and most of the people have gone out to see the show, so their conversation is heard by no one except the two of them.

Feng Qingyue was almost tired of hearing the word "murderer", and she hooked her lips slightly: "Grandma said, my father is not a murderer, Lin Han, I don't care how you compete for the limelight in the past, but you are too much this time."

"You almost hurt Jiang Yuye."

Lin Han looked at her mockingly: "It's that time, what do you think about Jiang Yuye?" Feng Qingyue, with your identity, do you think you can climb the Jiang family? You don't deserve to carry shoes for the Jiang family. She spoke, showing great malice: "Actually, it's okay if Jiang Yuye goes to prison, don't think about it if I can't get it."

"Smack."

A crisp slap sounded in the waiting area, and Lin Han touched his face in disbelief and looked at Feng Qingyue: "You dare to hit me."

"Smack!"

Another slap made Lin Han's other face crooked.

Feng Qingyue, who has always been obedient in front of her, dared to beat her.

She gritted her teeth in anger and stared at her hatefully.

Feng Qingyue's eyes didn't have any emotion, she clapped her hands in disgust, and said word by word: "Jiang Yuye is not an object, nor is it a plaything for you to fight for, he will not go to prison, but I promise you will."

Lin Han was frightened by her, and forgot to fight back, Feng Qingyue's pupils were very dark, and when it was cold, it would make people feel cold unconsciously, she stalked her neck and said ruthlessly: "Then let's see who has an accident between us first."

Just on the fourteenth, Lin Han stood up and bypassed Feng Qingyue and went to the front of the stage.

She simply pounced on some powder to cover up the red slap prints, because she was angry in her heart, she was not in a state, and her upset and irritability caused her to play a few wrong keys, and she swore in her heart that after stepping down, she would tell Zhou Linglan all the crimes that Feng Qingyue had done.

After she finished performing, there were a few applause from the audience, and Lin Han didn't linger, she walked out of the auditorium directly, and was startled when she saw the shadow near the door of the auditorium.

The fresh mint flavor is mixed with a strong smoke smell, which is very pungent.

She hesitated for a moment: "You...... Jiang Yuye? ”

Jiang Yuye, who was in the dark, raised his head and glanced at her coldly: "Get out."

Lin Han was a little afraid of him, ran into the distance, and saw him playing with a lighter in his hand, the fire was extinguished, and his face was half bright and half dark.

Even if you are far away, you can still hear the music coming from the auditorium, and the singing of the wind and the accompaniment of the piano add a little warmth to the cold winter night.

Jiang Yuye left the school after Feng Qingyue finished singing.

He didn't know what number she was in, so he could only listen to the front until he waited for her.

He secretly glanced at her, she was very beautiful, she was as beautiful as a moonlight fairy in a moon-white dress, Jiang Yuye still regretted it.

He tried everything he had to do and what he had to say.

He hoped that he would be more domineering and take it directly, but he didn't want to see Feng Qingyue's depressed mood, so he could only respect her choice.

There were a total of 30 programs in the New Year's Day show, and it was no surprise that Feng Qingyue won the first prize for the class, although Zhang Hai did not show it on his face, he was very relieved.

Meng Yuyu's choreographed dance won fifth place, and although there was no award, she was also satisfied.

Feng Qingyue went to the dressing room to change back into his clothes, ready to return the skirt to Meng Yuyu, and the next second Meng Yuyu ran in happily, seeing that Feng Qingyue was the only one here, he was still a little puzzled: "Huh?" What about Jiang Yuye? I saw him coming, but he didn't see him. ”

Returning to his hometown for funeral...... Tomorrow's update is estimated to be late.