When it came to the awarding session, Jiang Mingqin's dance and the boys' sketches in the two programs of Class 1 and 5 were not in the top three. After all, the seniors are not vegetarians, and they are all versatile. The song Defend the Yellow River raises its arms and shouts, expressing the autumn wind of iron horses and soul-stirring, and the collective music and dance makes people feel like enjoying a visual feast of transforming into a fairy in feather clothes.
In contrast, the programs of the freshmen of high school are not mature enough, and they are more like playing small games. But Yin Minglu and the others still won the award, the Best Popularity Award.
When they came on stage to accept the award, the hostess stared at them with great interest, and when she handed the microphone to Yin Minglu, the eyes of the audience swept over, and Yin Minglu was worried that no one would rush up to hit him several times. , As a result, a boy sitting in the front row really jumped onto the stage in three steps and two steps, with a fierce look on his face, and came straight at him.
Before Yin Minglu had time to shout "Guardian", he was startled by a bouquet of roses in front of him, and he took it in a daze, "That..."
Before he could say thank you, the boy ran away again. Whether it was Yin Minglu's cowardly reaction or the roses that the boy threw on stage, they all succeeded in making the audience laugh again.
Infected by the smile, Yin Minglu finally smiled too, the corners of his mouth could not help bending, his eyes were full of smiles.
This is a handsome young man. Anyone who walks on the street needs to take a few more glances. At this time, when he smiles, the whole person is more like glistening, and he compares the neon lights on the stage for no reason. It seems that he feels this The scene was beautiful, and the spotlights kept flickering in the arena.
Unable to bear it, the head teacher stood up and asked with a roar from the depths of his soul: "Didn't you hand in all your mobile phones?" What's with the clicking noise of cameras all over the venue? These little bastards who are bullying! Not even mute!
"Teacher, don't be like this~ It's the annual Mid-Autumn festival!"
"Report to the teacher, we are taking pictures of the principal! Make sure to take a good picture of the principal!"
"I believe in your evil! Hurry up and hand over your phone!"
There were far more than students taking pictures in the venue. Yin Yunqiu also took a few pictures at the parents' seat. Assistant Xiao Chen admired from the side: "Little young master really looks better as he grows."
Yin Yunqiu pursed her thin lips and didn't answer, but she thought it was true in her heart. Some people are born with good looks, which are not envied by others. When people see him, they feel happy from the bottom of their hearts. It's a pity that such a beautiful child who is destined to be with him is not his own, which is a pity.
But at least it is better to raise it by yourself, and of course it is better to be your own child.
Yin Yunqiu skillfully opened the circle of friends with his fingers and posted the photo. No one knew that the handsome man with a cold face beside him was actually a dazzling madman, who showed his son from small to big, from cute to cute The children have been dazzling until they wear high school uniforms, and there is no omission in the growth trajectory.
Seven or eight of the ten circles of friends are related to the son, such as the son's report card, the son's winning a competition, the release of the son's first new game, the son's fifteenth birthday, what gift did the son buy him, which caused People who have close contacts with the Yin family, and even the old employees of the Yin family company, all know Yin Minglu, even such trivial things as drinking milk, having a mole on his shoulder, and going to the United States last summer vacation.
An Meijun habitually peeked at the screen. She did not remarry these years, and waited for her daughter to return to the Yin family, so that she could become a legitimate Mrs. Yin. With this thought in mind, she rejected the pursuit of all the men around her. As the days drag on, as she gets older and fine lines appear on her face, the quality of men who come to pursue her gradually declines. They are either middle-aged widowed, or robbed of their wives and children. Of course, there are also some handsome young talents. But these men have no money and no career, apart from youth and love, they cannot give her a superior life.
Of course, An Meijun wouldn't want it, even if An's father and An's mother were so angry that they wanted to break her legs and scolded her as a woman, she would stick her neck and refuse, maintaining her own arrogance and arrogance. Who made Yin Yunqiu have no one around for a long time, plus the more beautiful her daughter grows, it naturally gave her infinite thoughts.
She will let her daughter return to the Yin family, and make up for the regrets of the past ten years.
She distressedly saved the photo taken by Yin Yunqiu, because she was the only one who noticed that there was a beautiful girl in a black dress not far from the smiling boy in the center of the photo.
The other party smiled stiffly, holding a small trophy in his hand, but it seemed to be reduced to a foil on the stage, and even the lights hitting her were extremely dim.
An Meijun couldn't help feeling distressed for her daughter, her eyes were sore, and two lines of tears came out. Fortunately, her daughter didn't know that she was wrongly held, and naturally she would not know that in the photos taken by her biological father, she could only have A small shadow, otherwise it will definitely be sad.
In the auditorium, there is also a very striking figure. The thin lips of a man are pursed lightly, his eyes are long and narrow, his eyebrows are deep, his face is buried in the darkness, only the faint light casts shadows through his eyelashes, and others can only see that Good-looking chin and lips, so even if a man is sitting in the most remote corner, there are always people who can't help but look over.
The man took a photo of the smiling teenager holding flowers, and saved it as the desktop background, then closed the phone with satisfaction, and left with his assistant.
Hearing the order, the assistant was stunned for a moment. He followed the footsteps and whispered: "Mr. Chu, we are all here, do you want to say hello to the young master before leaving?" Is it really so sneaky, and then sneak away? It's like keeping a name for a good deed. If the kid knew that the male god had left a group of female trainees in the training camp and skipped work to watch him perform, he would have smiled.
Fans also need inspiration, he thinks.
"No need." The man said casually, pulling on his mask and putting on a dark peaked cap to cover his beautiful black hair with dazzling luster and recognizable facial features, and got into the nanny's car.
When he returned to the training camp, he became that ruthless devil mentor again, with his eyes squinted in an astonishing manner, and his mouth so ruthless that it broke the hearts of countless young and beautiful female trainees.
When the performance ended and he went home, Yin Minglu, who had finished taking a shower, looked at the alarm clock that sounded. His tired heart was swept away, and he immediately regained his energy and went downstairs to turn on the TV skillfully.
Soon I saw on the big screen, that handsome man in a toga with long sleeves, with ink-like long hair hanging behind his head, holding on to a paper umbrella, standing in the vast snow, against the backdrop of weeping red plums, Even more empty and lonely, people can't wait to pounce on it and hug it tightly.
As the words of the finale appeared, Yin Minglu almost cried, and quickly sent the male god a WeChat message.
Chu Run has just finished an hours-long photo shoot, guiding those young girls who can neither dance nor sing, but have a more pretentious temperament, relying on their youthful beauty or family background. Youwo, thinking that after doing something wrong, just a little coquettish can make the whole world forgive, but the ruthless camera records everything.
Besides, he has seen the rich and noble flowers who really came from the proud family. That child was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but he is very smart and capable, and his temperament is even more gentle and well-behaved. The one-dollar-five buns will ride the two-dollar bus. He will go all out in everything he does, earnestly and cherish it, and in his eyes, it is more dazzling than any treasure.
In order not to disappoint such an excellent child, in the past ten years, he has been habitually spurring himself to become a better person, so as to be worthy of the fiery attention.
Having said that, he still felt more tired than staying up all night filming the girls who directed these training camps. He didn't even have the strength to change his clothes when he returned to the lounge, and he collapsed on the sofa. The mirror in the living room reflected the state of the man at the moment. His thin eyelids were closed, his clear black hair covered his smooth forehead from time to time, and the top button of his white shirt was undone. He looked very lazy and sexy.
Until the familiar and exclusive reminder sounded, his brows moved slightly, and he took a look at the mobile phone, and it was indeed sent by a small fan, and the other party confessed in a familiar tone: "I really want to become snow, so that I can fall on the boy. on the shoulders of God."
Chu Run didn't need to think about it, the other party must have seen the sad ending, and wanted to tease him: "Then what if I hold an umbrella."
He thought that the other party would reply like the beautiful oiran in the TV series: Then it will fall on the umbrella of the male god, and let the moonlight rest all the way.
Unexpectedly, the other party replied: "Then I will turn into water vapor, float in the air, and accompany the male god forever!"
Well, it's really domineering. But he liked it, especially the word "forever."
That night, the girls in the training camp were arguing for their mentors and Chu Run's suspected appearance in Capital No. 1 Middle School was a hot search, with countless beautiful personal photos of the mentors attached, which made the melon-eating crowd couldn't help being fascinated after they clicked on it.
Well, it's time to change the desktop of the mobile phone again. Yin Minglu is satisfied to save Chu Run's latest photo and set it as the desktop of the mobile phone.
The author has something to say: I'm sorry that I feel a little stuck in writing recently, so the number of words is getting smaller and smaller, and I will try my best to adjust it back to QAQ tomorrow.
Extended note: "I want to turn into snow so I can fall on Mr.'s shoulders..."
"What if Mr. holds an umbrella?"
"Then it will fall on Mr.'s red umbrella, and the moonlight will be all the way."
"If Mister blows the snow away..."
"Then let him brush it away, and it will be enough to stay in his palm for a moment." ——Yuichiro Hirakawa's lines in "The Doctor of Kindness", the oiran Nokaze, are beautiful sentences