"Well, since you've already admitted it, don't come back in the future, and don't tell anyone that I'm your teacher, we should never know each other." Yao Qingya nodded disappointedly, "Go back." ”

"Goodbye, teacher." Liao Jinghong was full of tears, nodded, and walked out of the door of Yao Qingya's office with the photo.

"Baolu, the Italian ballet event, do you want to go with the teacher?" Yao Qingya turned Ling Baolu around, with expectations in her eyes.

"Okay, but I have to go on summer vacation, and I still have to go to class." Ling Baolu withdrew his gaze from the door, nodded and said to Yao Qingya, "Can I still go on vacation?" ”

"Okay, we'll go when your exam is over." Yao Qingya nodded.

"Well, okay, I'll tell my mom and dad about it when I get back." Ling Baolu laughed.

"Well, Baolu, you have to dance ballet well, you know?"

"I know." Ling Baolu nodded.

"Then go back, and come back next Saturday." Yao Qingya nodded with satisfaction and motioned for Ling Baolu to go back.

At the door of the locker room, Ling Xi stood by the door, and after a while, Liao Jinghong changed his clothes and came out, and saw Ling Xi leaning against the door, he was stunned for a while, "Ling Xi, hello." ”

"Yesterday ......" Ling Xi turned to look at Liao Jinghong, "I saw you on the street." ”

"Really?" Liao Jinghong smiled bitterly, "In the car, Rolls-Royce?" ”

"You saw me too?" Ling Xi asked rhetorically.

"Hmm." Liao Jinghong nodded.

"Why? Do you have any problems? ”

"I don't have any hardship, Ling Xi, thank you for liking me, but I'm not what you see, I love money, I still love vanity, I don't want to live a hard life anymore, I don't want to be ridiculed because I am poor......"

"Just because of this......"

"Yes, just because of this, because of money, maybe it is nothing at all in the eyes of you rich children, you can wave your hand is a lot, but I am different, I can't live without money now, you should also know, like me, in addition to doing that, can there be other ways to make money?" Liao Jinghong looked at He Ling Xi, her eyes were open, and there was no dodging, as if everything she said at the moment had nothing to do with dignity and inferiority.

"Brother, let's go home." After a while, Ling Baolu also changed his clothes and came out, and when he saw Ling Xi and Liao Jinghong talking, he walked over helplessly, "Sister Jinghong, won't you come in the future?" ”

"Yes, Baolu, do you have to learn from the teacher? You'll be a good ballet dancer. Liao Jinghong smiled at Ling Baolu, trying to make his smile look less lonely.

"It's a pity." Ling Baolu sighed, "Sister dances so well." ”

"When you grow up, you'll be able to dance well, come on, I'll go first!" Liao Jinghong picked up his backpack and walked towards the door.

"Brother, let's go home too." After Liao Jinghong left, Ling Baolu came over and stretched out his hand to pull Ling Xi's corner, "How about going to the hospital to see Sister Rongrong?" ”

"Let's go." Ling Xi nodded, reached out to take Baolu's hand, and walked towards the door together.

The two got into the car, and when they drove on the road, they happened to see Liao Jinghong sitting in a taxi, Ling Baolu said suspiciously, "I remember that Sister Jinghong used to take the bus, saying that the bus was cheap and the taxi was too expensive." ”