Gu Yitong's family runs a chain restaurant, and he always takes the majority when it comes to treats.
What's more, he is very curious about the relationship between Song Ye and Wang Qianqian at the moment.
Song Ye had no objection to this, everyone nodded, and Wang Qianqian pulled Xiang Qing up again, and the group of seven was about to leave.
At this time, "Song Ye, somehow relatives, how could you not call me for dinner? If I knew you were here, I would find you the first time." Behind him, the sound of footsteps came, and Song Chengen clutched his schoolbag. , And stopped in front of a few people.
When everyone heard Song Chengen's words, they felt hypocritical. Song Ye's name had been spread throughout the school on the first day of military training. Unless he was deaf, he would not know. Song Chengen came out to recognize each other at this time. The timing was obviously very delicate.
Song Ye put his hands in his pockets, but looked at each other coldly, and didn't mean to speak.
Songcheng En general it is totally do not care, smiling with other people playing the greeting, "Hello, everyone, I am a cousin Song leaves, nice to meet you, you go to dinner, everyone else with it."
Known Wang Qianqian, who had sex with the Song family, frowned immediately and opened her mouth to refuse.
Unexpectedly, Le Mingyu, who had been stinking a face, opened his mouth, "Well, many people are lively, anyway, I don't care about an extra pair of chopsticks." As he said, he glanced at Song Ye with a smile. A trace of contempt flashed.
Sure enough, what kind of species are born in any family, and the cheeky is inherited.
The leader, Mencius Heng Wei, frowned slightly, a little displeased with Le Mingyu's self-assertion, but in the end the other party was Song Ye's relative, so he couldn't refuse, "Then let's go together."
"Inconvenient." At the same time, it was Song Ye who said this time.
Song Chengen's face was stunned, and the joy of victory was diminished. "Song Ye, it's normal to have a meal even among classmates, not to mention that we are still relatives. You have a small circle, and you don't allow me. Join?" When
freshmen enter the school, everyone is in an unfamiliar situation with each other. The fellow villagers still get together and stay together, let alone among relatives.
When Song Chengen said this, it was fine for ordinary people, but it was a pity that Song Ye encountered him.
"I don't think you are pleasing to your eyes, this is the explanation." Today, Song Ye and Song Yuanzhi and his wife are cold-eyed, how can they care about Song Chengen's opinion.
A sixteen-year-old boy was shaved off stage in front of so many people. Song Chengen was not as tolerant as Qiao Yue, and his face was flushed with anger. "Song Ye, where did I offend you, your parents now In the rental house, eating steamed buns and cabbage, your sister is dead and alive every day without a leg, and it is not our family that helps you everywhere. And you live in a double dormitory with a full scholarship, I don't even talk about you. Now that you even have a meal together, you reject me so much, do you have a conscience?"
Even if he was angry, Song Chengen inherited Qiao Yue's disgusting temperament, and buckled Song Ye's dirty water in a few words.
At this time, there were still many passing students in the corridor. Song Ye, as a topical public figure, has always attracted attention. At this time, when Song Chengen said this, many students around slowed down and craned their necks to eavesdrop.
Unknown Gu Yitong and Fang Ye looked at each other, and they couldn't believe Song Ye was such a person.
But Song Chengen is Song Ye's cousin, he doesn't need to ruin her reputation, right?
Seeing everyone's shaking eyes, Song Ye didn't speak, and Wang Qianqian couldn't help it.
"Song Chengen, don't talk nonsense here. I know exactly what your family is like. Song Ye has fallen for eight lifetimes with a family like yours. Believe it or not, Yuncheng No matter how far away, my Wang family has a way to make the Song family unable to stay." She stepped forward, with her hands around her chest, her slender chin raised, and she stared straight at each other.
"You, you are bullying others, and what I said is true. If she really didn't do it, why is she afraid that others would know." Song Chengen knew that the Wang family was rich and powerful, and faced Wang Qianqian's lack of confidence.
"Haha, you are the one who is the bully." Wang Qianqian sneered, turned around and hooked Song Ye's arm, and continued: "We are willing to be friends with Song Ye, but we don't want to talk to you. If you want to meet rich friends, you will be troubled. When you go back, look in the mirror first and put away your hypocritical face. If you look at it too much, I feel sick."
In the restaurant, the humiliation of Song Ye by Qiao Yue and Song Chengen in public was still vivid, Wang Qianqian I know this family is shameless, so I don't show mercy at all when I speak ruthlessly.
"You, you... stay with her, you will regret it." Song Chengen, who was so shocked that there was nothing to say, could only put down cruel words and fled.
"Heh, this kind of villain is not worthy of a bad mood. Walk around, everyone will eat." Wang Qianqian sighed, and then she smiled and dragged Song Ye to continue walking on the campus, using actions to show that she was actively adhering to Song. Ye's.
Song Ye was a little moved about Wang Qianqian's kindness. Although she didn't care about these rumors, she still moved her heart when someone came out for herself.
However, Song Chengen's appearance was indeed an accident, and it was a little troublesome.
So when she got downstairs in the hotel, she took the time to go to the bathroom and called Wang Tiechuan.
"Hey, boss, how about the first day of school? Would you like to come out to get together at night?" On the phone, Wang Tiechuan was also very lively. He was admitted to a nearby high school, and he was not far away.
"No, there is action to meet in the base." Now that Qin Zhan knows her whereabouts, she doesn't want to expose the people of the night gang to the face, "calling you, let you deal with someone."
Hearing the words, The phone immediately became quiet, and after a while, Wang Tiechuan's voice came, "Boss, you said."
Song Ye was very satisfied with his seriousness and didn't talk nonsense. He directly said: "Song Chengen, the first class of Shi Yigao, I want him to disappear from school." As for the beating people can not come to school, or threatening him to drop out. Song Ye's concern.
"Okay, tomorrow I promise that this kid won't appear again." Wang Tiechuan deserved it. Now he is most familiar with the underground section of Shishi City. After the topic was over, Wang Tiechuan did not hang up the phone and hesitated. Said: "Boss, now the stone market does not sell drugs, and the firearms section, I contacted the upper family, but the next one in Shishi does not sell goods, which is a bit difficult."
Shishi does not sell drugs, this is Song Ye agreed to Xu Fangsheng, and the condition in exchange was to make a way for the army-fire. At present, Wang Tiechuan is trying to get through the joints.However, the army-fire is not as simple as fighting and killing the gangsters. Contacting people and things will be a more powerful party, so Wang Tiechuan, a layman, will run into a wall.
"Send me the information of the next family, you first find the source goods." Song Ye didn't criticize him too much. Originally, the first battle to open the channel was difficult to fight, and Song Ye had to support both of them.
The so-called support of two with one hand means to undertake the source of goods, and then do the docking with the supplier below to make the intermediate price difference. This is the route taken by the Ye Gang in the early days that are not familiar with the channel. Once the operation between the various departments is understood, the big head of the next home will be picked up by the Ye Gang in person.
After waiting for a minute, Wang Tiechuan's message came over, and Song Ye opened it, and a hint of surprise flashed between his brows.
Les Yu.
When I went upstairs and entered the box, the food was already on the table, and Gu Yitong was still reporting the name of the dish with his waiter, which made Wang Qianqian laugh.
"Gu Shao, I won't pay the bill later, you can spare your dad to save money." Wang Qianqian pointed to a table of dishes and said that she was not responsible.
"Cut, I can still let your little girl pay the bill, a joke, if you order ten tables, I can afford it too." Gu Yitong said with an arrogant face, saying that the young master is rich and can be slaughtered.
The two live treasures quarreled back and forth, which enlivened the atmosphere.
"If there is anything else you want to eat, just order it." As soon as Song Ye took the seat, Mencius beside him handed over the menu, quite gentlemanly.
Song Ye glanced at the tabletop, shook his head, "No need." With this amount, a few more people can't finish it.
"Heh, don't be polite, follow us to eat, don't be soft." Le Mingyu on the other side began to look at it strangely, as if he could not see that Mencius Heng was a little bit good for Song Ye.
If it weren't for the fact that Mencius's persistent orientation was okay, Song Ye would really doubt whether this guy had a constant attempt to Mencius.
"Eat if you are hungry, no one wants you to talk." Fang Ye sat next to him, and directly put the vegetables into his mouth.
Song Ye didn't want to talk to him, but when he thought about it, he turned his gaze, "Le Mingyu, how come every time I see you, you are like taking gunpowder?"
"Hmph, I grew up with a gun. , It's you people with crooked minds." Le Mingyu was outspoken and choked back on the spot.
With a slap, Fang Ye gave him a violent shudder and rewarded the back of his head, "You shut up."
"Damn, you really started, I was wrong." Le Mingyu clutched the back of his head and immediately exploded his hair.
Fang Ye was helpless, covering his face and didn't want to speak. Gu Yitong over there laughed loudly, "You deserve it, let you talk. Song Ye, ignore him. His eldest brother opened the shooting range. He shot a lot. , and on this bad temper. " "
Oh? open a shooting range? "Song Ye heard this, brow of a challenge, more positive idea in mind," Sega Building, third floor of the downtown club, open your brother? "
remark When he came out, not only Le Mingyu was stunned, even Mencius Heng beside him was stunned.
After a while, Wang Qianqian exclaimed, "Ah, what you are talking about is the club we went to last time. There is a whole building with so many parts up and down. It seems that they are all the same boss." Before the entrance examination last time, Song Ye Taking a group of brothers to the club game, they happened to ran into Wang Qianqian and Hao Tian, and later they had a conflict with Bai Zhibin.
Wang Qianqian still remembers this incident still fresh.
Hearing such an incident, Le Mingyu's suspicion in his eyes faded slightly and replaced with a proud face, "Huh, my brother is the boss of the Sega Building. Next time I go, just report my name. "The
son is rich and rich, Gu Yitong treats guests to dinner, he is not far behind.
"Shooting, I've grown up so old and haven't touched a gun yet." Xiang Qing, who had been beside her without speaking, finally had a reaction, still looking forward to shooting.
"Haha, Xiang Qing, you are really pitiful. Your father is a policeman-inspector-bureau chief, but he doesn't allow you to touch a gun. Don't worry, next time you go to play, go with Song Ye. She is a sharpshooter. A hundred shots and a hundred hits." Wang Qianqian patted her on the shoulder, carelessly.
All the people present were shocked. Although they had expected that the two class flowers in the first year of high school had good status, they never thought that Xiang Qing was actually the daughter of the head of the Shishi police station, and his status was higher than those of them in business. .
Xiang Qing smiled softly and nodded at everyone, "Sorry, I didn't explain in advance, my father is Xiang Wenqi."
Xiang Wenqi...it was him.
Song Ye didn't connect the two together for a while, and only after hearing about it now did he remember.
The father and daughter have a bit of personality.
After the other people were stunned, they all smiled faintly. After all, they were all people with status and didn't have much thoughts in their hearts.
On the contrary, Xiang Qing glanced at Song Ye more and saw that the other party's expression had been calm and calm, somehow, a little contemptuous in her heart, blurted out: "Song Ye was from Yuncheng before, how could he go to the stone market to play shooting? You still play so well, have you practiced before?"
This can be said to be genetic. There is a father who is a police-inspector-bureau chief. Xiang Qing's thinking and questioning are equally sharp.
Song Ye picked up a chopsticks dish, and his
eyes were still unmoving . "My friends greeted me to play together. It's the first time I learned shooting. It's quite interesting, but it's too expensive." Puff...Wang Qianqian almost spouted a mouthful of tea. I always feel that Song Ye is funny when he says he has no money.
Xiang Qing was also stunned. He never thought that Song Ye would be so noble and would admit his poverty on this occasion.
She still felt that Song Ye would pretend.
"If you want to go, go together this weekend." Mencius's tone was flat, and he took the initiative to relieve Song Ye.
The opposite Le Mingyu also responded positively, but mostly provocative, "Yes, I will go this weekend, and let me see the reputation of the sharpshooter." When it comes to the sharpshooter, Le Mingyu deliberately increased his tone with a few words. Irony.
Song Ye lowered his eyes and looked at a meatball lying in the bowl, "Well, okay." It seemed that it should be her thing and couldn't run away.
A few people finished their meal, it was already 7:30 in the night, the lights were in the early hours, the school had an entrance guard, and they could not return late, and everyone did not stay too much. After entering the school, they went back to their dormitories.
After a few people entered, Song Chengen received a call from the school's reception room and ran out of the school in a hurry when he heard that something had happened at home.
Before he reached the avenue, a van passed by behind him, and the door that opened instantly pulled him into the car.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? Put me off the car, I want to call the police, help!"
Unfortunately, no matter how he called for help, no one came to rescue him.
The next day, Song Chengen did not come to school. At noon on the fourth day, the school received a call from the Song family to drop out. ofThe class had been discussing Song Chengen's dropout for a long time. After all, it was a lot of hard work to get in. It was not a common sense for anyone to leave school before one week.
Although some people have seen the dispute between Song Ye and Song Chengen, no one thinks that Song Ye, who was born in poverty, has the ability to make people drop out of school.
As a result, all conspiracy theories, theories about kidnapping organs, and theories about mental illness all came out, and for a long time they became the topics of discussion among the students after dinner.
Only Wang Qianqian asked Song Ye secretly afterwards, "Is this something you did?" Others only regarded Song Ye as a poor child in Yuncheng, but Wang Qianqian knew that this was a talent that her dad could praise. .
At that time, Song Ye was solving a mathematics problem, and his mental arithmetic was flying in his head. He asked, "What do you think?"
Wang Qianqian had probably touched some of Song Ye's attributes during the time he got along. I only heard this sentence for a while, and at the moment I even sighed, "Tsk, don't deny, Song Ye, I really underestimated you before." He was
cruel, killing people without seeing blood.
Song Ye continued to solve the problem, and was noncommittal about Wang Qianqian's evaluation. Her current strength might even be feared by Wang Yutang. On the territory of Los Angeles, it is only a matter of one sentence that she wants her life.
Song Chengen violated her taboo, no matter whether the plot was serious or not, she didn't have to bother to deal with him.
However, this kind of trouble seems to be in Song Ye's body, and it will always be solved.
In the morning exercises, everyone rushed down the corridors in a hurry. The ebony heads could not see the end on the stairs, and Song Ye became one of the human flesh biscuits.
"Eh, don't squeeze, are you polite, they are girls."
"Whether you are a man or a woman, you will be late later, and those who are fined will not look at the men and women."
"You..." The
crowd pushed each other, complaining one after another, and everyone flocked downstairs like sardines.
Song Ye was walking, and suddenly felt that someone pushed her back. The other party was so strong that she almost leaned her body and couldn't stand her feet. She was about to hit the person in front of her, causing a stampede. Middle Song Ye reached out and grabbed the arm of the person next to him, so that he could not fall down.
"Are you okay?" the person caught borrowing the force asked.
Song Ye heard the voice a little familiar, and when he turned around, he saw Mencius Heng, "Aren't you in front?"
Mencius Heng helplessly, a wry smile appeared on his gentle face, "I was squeezed down."
Song Ye was silent. It seems that money can handle everything.
During the brief exchange, she looked around several times, but found nothing unusual.
But she was sure that the person who pushed her just now was deliberate.
Perhaps she was observing the surroundings. After going down the stairs, she found that Mencius Heng's hand had been pulling her, which attracted a lot of attention from the surrounding eyes.
"Ahem, I forgot it for a while." Mencius coughed awkwardly and explained it twice. Thinking about the two high school boys walking hand in hand all the way, it was really awkward.
"It's okay, let's go." Song Ye put his hand back in his pocket, there was no embarrassment on the face, but the corner of his eye swept to the side of the projected gaze, his heart moved slightly, and his steps got closer to Mencius Heng. .
When the inter-class exercises were over, Gu Yitong came over and murmured to her, "You see that the next class has been watching your girl, so you have to be careful."
Song Ye glanced over and recognized it was the stairs. When she came down and stared at her, the girl was standing at the back of the second class. She was tall and well-proportioned, with a melon-seeded face and willow-eyebrows, which was very classical.
"Who is she?"
Gu Yitong sneaked a glance at Meng Ziheng, then lowered his voice and said, " Tong bride-in-law, Father Meng prepared for Ziheng ." Tong
bride-in-law.
At first I heard these three words seem quite wicked, like a vocabulary that can only come out of the ancient mansion gate, but when you think about it carefully, it is no wonder that the old man of the Meng family thinks like the old antique.
So, she raised her brows. She was rejected by Mencius Heng and prepared to retaliate against society?
Although Gu Yitong repeatedly emphasized that he could not act alone, Song Ye still turned to the toilet on the way back to the class.
A figure followed with a whistling sound, and when it went around the corner, it also chased after it, but was stopped in an instant.
Almond eyes, willow eyebrows, small cherry mouth, even long hair with a loose bun, a few strands of broken hair hanging down to the chest, adding a touch of softness and grace, close up, it looks more like a lady walking out of the picture Miss family.
It's a pity, "The heart is too ugly, and the beauty can't be concealed." Song Ye leaned against the white wall, staring lightly at the shocked beauty in front of him and commenting.
Fu Tong'er didn't expect to be caught on the spot. She wanted to find an excuse to get away, but she didn't want to be stabbed by Song Ye.
"Song Ye, I'm looking for you for Ziheng's business. Your mouth hurts, a bit too much." She frowned Liu Ye's eyebrows, even if she was angry, she had a look of hope.
Seeing her calm attitude, Song Ye couldn't help but take a high look, "You are only allowed to hurt people, so I'm not allowed to comment, ha ha..."
Fu Tong'er was startled, "I don't know what you are talking about? Don't spit people. "
She looked stern enough to be aggrieved. If you change to a man, you can still feel a little pity, but unfortunately, "Your appearance is very good, but you can't conceal your heart. I advise you to keep it. Mencius, don't hurt others. If he likes you, he will naturally like it. If he doesn't like you, no matter how much you do, it's useless." She is a woman who doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. The woman is polite.
This girl looked soft and weak, and the strength of the one just now was not small.
It was the first time that Fu Tonger had encountered such a straightforward admonition. The calmness on her face was almost unbearable, and her smile became a little stiff. "Listening to what you mean, I seem to understand Ziheng very well. Ziheng grew up as a childhood sweetheart. Even if he is not tempted with me, I will never let you ruin his future. It is impossible before you and him. If you don't want the Meng family to deal with you, I advise you to leave early Ziheng."
Song Ye watched her righteously speaking, and each of them stood on the highest point of moral judgment. She knew how Meng Ziheng didn't like this child bride-in-law, and the conversation became a little dull. She stood up straight. Body, "Then I will tell you now, I and Mencius Heng are friends." That's
it.
"Then you shouldn't be by his side, your identity and appearance will be a stain on him.""If you are really friends, you should leave the dormitory, leave the first grade of high school, and leave his sight."
Even if you know that Fu Tong'er is not malicious, she really doesn't like her high and despising tone of voice. .
Song Ye probably also understood that this was a lady of the family nurtured by the Meng family, and arrogance and domineering were both personalities cultivated by the environment.
However, "If you want to order someone, you can go back and tell Meng Ziheng, Shi Yigao, I took a scholarship, and the dormitory paid the money. You don't seem to have the right to order me." She Song Ye is not a slave of the Meng family, don't eat her. set.
When Fu Tonger heard this, she could hardly restrain the ironic smile at the corners of her lips, "What qualifications do you have to compare with Zi, and how can you compare with the Meng family? I'm here to give you a piece of advice. You are the best after listening. Okay, if you don't listen, I won't protect you from what happens in the future. I'll do everything here, so you can do it for yourself." The
voice fell, and before Song Ye responded, she turned straight and left, leaving only one Slender and chic back.
Song Ye blinked, remembering in a daze that this was the first time someone had taken the first step. He couldn't help but sighed, feeling that the male appearance was harmful.
Following the field survival training and Mencius kept talking, the Meng family really came to the door. Song Ye felt that future troubles would continue.
Back to the dormitory at night, after taking a shower, he saw Mencius Heng standing in front of the desk unnaturally and did not move. Song Ye stood by the door and wiped his hair for three minutes before walking over to solve someone's body curse.
"You are facing the four treasures of the study every day, it is better to go to the playground to run laps." Song Ye glanced at his Danqing, secretly feeling that this man is very strong at a young age, but his physical strength is too poor, just like an ancient talent. There is no power to bind a chicken.
Song Ye's original intention was to let him go out to relax and find inspiration. He never wanted to scare the meditating Mencius Heng. The latter trembled, his brush shook, and a drop of ink splashed on the rice paper.
Um...
Song Ye looked down at the drawing paper, suddenly a little embarrassed, "Ahem, sorry." Next time he would like to stand for as long as he likes to stand, she won't be troubled anymore.
"Um... it doesn't matter, it's not your fault." Mencius reacted, but he sighed dejectedly, and dropped the paintbrush, feeling somewhat disheartened, "It was originally something that was inadequate, and it was useless to keep it."
Huh? Song Ye looked down at the drawing paper again, "I think it's pretty good." The picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix in front of him, the flock of birds gathered under the phoenix tree, the phoenix nirvana raised its head, and every brushstroke has a solid foundation. This layman felt extremely aura when he saw it.
But Mencius always thought it was not perfect.
He likes to be alone when he paints and thinks hard. It is because the double dormitory is inevitable to show the unfinished Danqing like today, and he sees Song Ye's clear eyes and is not disgusted. Seeing her at this moment is ignorant, but on the contrary. Leaning on the window sill, looking down and pointing to a blank space on the drawing paper, he said: "The Hundred Birds Chaofeng is certainly an attractive sight, but the artist should most consider the artistic conception. I just drew the subject in the air, but there is no way to fictionalize it. Out of artistic conception."
Artistic conception, this thing sounds very mysterious.
Song Ye was not an omnipotent genius. He only read a few more works of great gods about the Chinese Danqing skills. He was completely a layman. After listening to the explanation for a long time, he came to understand that Mencius was always conceiving the background of this painting.
She still understands that if there is a subject without a background, the painting will lose its charm.
Song Ye looked down at the blank space at the upper left of the drawing paper. Only a little ink remained on it, which was dripped on by mistake when she scared Mencius Heng just now.
Originally, this was enough to be a failure to destroy a painting, but Song Ye stared at the trace that hadn't dried, but he had an idea in his heart.
"Mind if I change it?" Before she started, she raised her eyes and asked Meng Ziheng.
Mencius Heng was taken aback, but he was a little curious, "What do you want?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ye took a clean brush from the pen holder and placed it in the brush wash next to the inkstone.
Mencius was stunned. He thought that Song Ye had spotted the ink on the wrong place. He was about to remind him, but suddenly saw that the problem in Song Ye's hand fell on the drop of broken pen on the paper. The water stains were a little moist. After absorbing the ink, pressing down the pen tip and pulling it horizontally, a light gray mark appeared on the drawing paper instantly.
There are long traces of ink in the brush wash, but the color is light, and it looks a little gray. Dan Qing often uses this technique to outline the hazy beauty of the mountain after the rain.
But Song Ye took a stroke and opened the blank space in the upper left corner drastically, followed by a second light tap, and a third fusion, gradually embellishing a light gray on it.
When the Danqing master Meng Ziheng saw the second pen, he was already aware of Song Ye's plan, and he straightened up suddenly, staring at the place where she wrote with a serious face.
Finally, when the fourth stroke was worthy of falling, he involuntarily shook Song Ye's small hand. In the latter's slight stiffness, he didn't notice it at all: "Your technique is too rough, and the clouds are dotted with it. It seems simple, but in fact it requires a strong foundation. Even if you can see the direction of the light, you still cannot express the layering of the clouds. Like this, it is slow here to make the clouds soft, and fast here to strengthen the layers."
As Mencius spoke, the penholder under his hand quickly flew up and down the drawing paper. In the field he was proud of, he was no longer like a hairy boy, arrogant and alienated. He was full of patient explanations, low and gentle. The voice, everywhere reveals the enthusiasm and devotion to painting.
And with his actions, Song Ye also saw that the random graffiti under his men turned into layers of clouds in the sky, even the light and darkness were clearly visible.
In this way, the picture displayed from under my own hands feels particularly fresh and interesting.
"Hey, okay." There was a soft sigh in the ear, but this time with satisfaction, Mencius looked at the overall effect presented on the paper, and Qingjun couldn't help showing a smile on his face. A complete painting."
After sighing, he later realized that he was following Song Ye's posture. In his broad palm, the soft little hands were slightly cool, and they were tightly wrapped by him. The fresh fragrance from the boy's body just after the bath rushed into the nose, banging. Bang, the heart suddenly got out of rhythm.
"Sorry, I was abrupt." He let go of his hand hastily, and took a half step back, not daring to look at the boy again.
Song Ye was a little shocked just now, but seeing Mencius Heng more flustered than himself, he chuckled lightly, "Hehe, this is not ancient, it doesn't need to be literary." She always felt a sense of time and space travel towards Mencius. This person seems to be living in ancient times.The ridiculed Mencius Heng Er became popular, and felt that he had made a big fuss just now. Not to mention that it is not ancient times and there are not so many red tapes, but they are all boys. It is common for them to take a shower together.
My own reaction, on the contrary, is that there is no silver in this place.
Touching his nose awkwardly, Yu Guang swept to Song Ye's hand holding a pen. Mencius suddenly asked, "Have you studied calligraphy?" He has been studying the four treasures of the study since he was a child. The posture can be seen.
"Well, I know a little bit." Song Ye nodded. He has been involved in all walks of life in his previous life, especially the handwriting, but his utilitarianism is too strong.
Meng Ziheng felt that she was modest, "Before you introduced yourself in the class, I have read your blackboard writing, it is very artistic. If possible, I would like to ask you to inscribe a few words for me, this It can be considered that we did it together."
Song Ye saw that his eyes flashed when he mentioned these things, and his heart was smiling. He turned around and wrote five words in the upper left corner with a brush dipped in ink. Bird Chao Feng Tu'.
The font is delicate, but the end of the stroke is madness, just like Song Ye, his appearance is as cold as the moon, but his heart is mad.
"Good words, this picture of birds facing the phoenix, with your polish, is perfect." Mencius praised again and again with satisfaction. He didn't expect his roommate to have such ability and talent. Before, he was clumsy and almost missed it. A like-minded friend.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lift his eyes to look at him. The boy's face is rare and beautiful, his profile is impeccable, his skin is delicate and white, his nose is straight, the corners of his mouth with a light smile, and Those deep and bottomless cold eyes.
Others said that he was good-looking, and he was a handsome young man, but looking at the young man in front of him, Mencius wanted to tell those people that he was unique in the world.
It has to be said that the hand-painted ideas and calligraphy shown by Song Ye have made Mencius Heng's favorability rise straight, approaching breaking the table.
In the next few nights, every time he painted or practiced calligraphy, he would look for Song Ye to comment and appreciate it, which really consumed a lot of Song Ye's artistic skills.
There is a roommate who is passionate about art.
The first week of school hurriedly passed. Song Ye didn't receive any more calls from Qin Zhan. He wanted to come to him this time, and he would not give up so easily.
My eldest brother looked at the sense of justice, but in fact certain methods were much more sinister than her black belly. Claire and the Han family were afraid that they would not be able to get a bargain this time.
Originally, she was still thinking about committing crimes against the wind, picking up the leaks after the Han family was unlucky, but she never thought that the moths caused by the Han family's eldest lady were far more than that.
During Shi Yigao's first weekend vacation, Song Ye didn't go to the company to handle matters, nor did he come out with Wang Tiechuan to celebrate his higher education.
Early in the morning, Meng Ziheng called and asked for the address of Song Ye's home. Before the latter refused, he spontaneously came over and drove to pick up people.
Downstairs, Song Ye, who was the last to come out, watched the four sports cars silently. These young boys in Shishi seemed to have a special love for sports cars.
"What are you doing? It's like a woman. You have to be picked up when you go out. It's troublesome." Le Mingyu stunned his face, the boss looked unwilling, but he looked at Song Ye's residence with curiosity. The place was found to be at a medium level, and then he licked his lips, and his suspicion for Song Ye's attachment was still hard to dispel.
"Okay, you can't say a few words less, it's rare for everyone to come out and play together. Song Ye, get in the car and ignore him." Fang Ye poked his head out of the other car to greet him.
Song Ye nodded, turned around and got into his car, so fast that Mencius never had a chance to speak.
The latter looked at his empty passenger seat, his expression a little unhappy, stepped on the accelerator and galloped out, and soon no one was seen.
"Eh, Ziheng, what do you do so quickly, wait for me." Gu Yitong came second, afraid of being left behind, and hurriedly chased him.
The two girls were in the back seat of the car, amused by their frizzy personalities, still giggling after a long time.
The sun is good and the weather is clear. In this early autumn season, the seven-member team came out to play for the first time. The location was set at the Sega Building.
It has been half a year since Song Ye came here last time. There are people coming and going at the gate of Sega Building, and there is still not much passenger flow in broad daylight.
"Second young master, you are here, please go upstairs, is it still the same today?" When the waiter saw Le Mingyu coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face. Everyone knows that the boss loves his younger brother, and every time he comes, he will let him cry. Drink.
Le Mingyu was holding a light on his face, raised his head and said with some pride: "The third floor, shooting range."
"This..." The waiter's smiley face suddenly froze, and his complexion became embarrassed. "Second Young Master, today the boss on the third floor ordered not to enter, you see, or..."
"Why not let in, we just went up to play, come here specifically, it's alright, at most, go up without taking up space , Stop talking nonsense." Le Mingyu interrupted the waiter, his face was a little uncomfortable, originally he had thought to shave Song Ye's face today, if he can't even go upstairs, he is the one who is ashamed.
So, regardless of the obstruction of the waiter, Le Mingyu took a tough attitude and got on the elevator.
Song Ye always stood by and didn't say anything, even if Le Mingyu was rude, he did not express his emotions.
Because today she is going to use Le Mingyu's strong wind to open the door of Sega Building.
With a ding sound, the elevator door opened on the third floor, and a group of seven people, led by Le Mingyu, strode into the venue. When they looked up, they immediately saw a dozen men in suits and leather shoes in the shooting range with guns in their hands. Hearing the movement, they also looked over here one after another, and the expressionless faces exuded thick suffocation.
At a glance, Le Mingyu stopped, frowning slightly.
"Second Young Master, why are you here? The boss is on the top floor." The manager on the side strode over and immediately stopped in front of Le Mingyu. Although his attitude was respectful, he indicated that he did not want a few people to go there.
"Are they my brother's guests?" Le Mingyu did not move, looking at the people without a trace.
"Yes, there is a game here today, and they are all the boss's guests." The manager lowered his voice and explained.
"Why don't you look like a serious person, big brother, don't let people deceive, stare, don't let them mess around here." Le Mingyu turned towards the group of people in disgust.
I didn't know if Le Mingyu was speaking too loudly or the other party's ears were too good. As soon as the voice fell from here, one of the big men in black over there turned his muzzle and pointed towards this side.