Bizarre Love

Chapter 100 Fairy (2)

When she closes the windows, the room will be blocked from sunlight.

Jiang Ren smiled and said hello.

He thought, even though she was ignorant and didn't understand what she had done, he knew he was finished.

He's going to be dead set on it for the rest of his life.

He used to hate piano music very much, but now he is crazy about this girl.

Jiang Ren put the remote control on the wooden audio box by the window. Stacked very high, Meng Ting tiptoed to get the remote control of the air conditioner in the music room, Jiang Ren went behind her. Take the remote from the top of her head.

He used the gesture of hugging from behind.

Didn't touch her at all.

Jiang Ren just wanted, wanted to have her too much. If he had her in the last second, God told him that this girl loves him. The next second he was willing to die.

When Meng Ting turned around, he turned off the air conditioner as if nothing had happened, and said to her, "Okay, let's go."

His expression was indifferent, so Meng Ting didn't notice anything wrong from the beginning to the end.

On Friday night, Meng Ting went to the art hall.

Auditions have begun.

Because of the staggered game times, the Art Hall wasn't overcrowded. Staff are maintaining order.

The stage was covered with carpet.

Dazzling white lights.

In two lifetimes, after five years, Meng Ting stood here again.

Contestants must first receive a number plate, and then call the number to go to the backstage to change clothes and wait.

The number Meng Ting received was 89, no wonder it was a night match. Two days before and after the competition, there should be close to 200 people in a city audition.

Many people are touching up their makeup.

Meng Ting didn't have any makeup, she didn't have money to buy those cosmetics after shopping for dance costumes. Yet she knows how to substitute other resources.

Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and beautiful, Meng Ting coiled up her long hair and tied it with a white flower bud hair tie.

She has a slender and beautiful neck, and is a well-deserved favorite of the Creator.

Meng Ting was not in a hurry to change clothes, her number was late.

She looked down at her watch, it was ten past nine. At this time, it's time for No. 78 to perform.

According to the reasoning, her original game time was ten o'clock.

However, there are often many accidents in the audition. For example, although some applicants have registered, they will not come when the competition comes, and they will be regarded as giving up the competition.

After the performance on No. 78, No. 79~84, only No. 82 came. So in an instant, there were only a few people in front of her.

The host said: "Prepare from the 85th to the 90th."

Meng Ting had no choice but to go to the locker room to change.

She lowered her eyes, put on the socks first, and then tied the straps. Get up and change into white dance clothes.

Finally she puts on her ballet shoes.

Meng Ting lightly stood on tiptoe, raised her arm lightly, and the brilliant lights danced on the cherry pink fingertips.

She lowered her arm and looked at the watch she had taken off.

It's half past nine.

However, she did not see Zhao Nuancheng.

Zhao Nuancheng patted her chest earlier: "Listen, don't worry, I must come! I also want to bring my father's mobile phone to take pictures for you. By the way, can I take pictures?"

Meng Ting nodded.

Zhao Nuancheng was extremely happy.

But Meng Ting didn't see her in the lobby at 9:30.

Was Zhao Nuancheng temporarily unable to come because of something? Meng Ting was a little worried about her. Meng Ting raised the curtain and looked around, but there was indeed no good friend.

However, he saw an unexpected person.

Xu Jia is here.

His mother is an art teacher, so it's not surprising that he knows this information. However, she recalled the memories of her childhood, the little fat man who always followed her home, Meng Ting felt a little awkward. He was smart enough, he didn't say he would come this time, he just silently arrived ahead of time.

Xu Jia's eyes were filled with excitement.

If Meng Ting, who plays the piano, is beautiful and elegant, then, when she dances, she is simply an enchanting fairy.

From his low self-esteem, clumsy and fat adolescence, when he followed his mother to help him see her dance, he was stunned. Until he watched her dance blankly, his heartbeat was no longer his own.

Later she cried and told them not to follow her after school.

Because Xu Jia was fat and short, it was difficult to talk about it, so he didn't dare to go again.

She lost her eyesight in a car accident when she was fourteen years old, and was sent to No. 7 Middle School by recommendation not long after. The whole family moved out.

Everyone said that if the angel broke its wings, it would be impossible to dance in this life.

He didn't know why, that day he sat on the ground alone on the roof and cried for a long time.

Until later, by accident, I met her again.

The angel girl with broken wings grew up quietly. Better than any word he could imagine. Her eyes were healed, but now she is quiet, beautiful, and gentle, as if she was crying and throwing stones to prevent them from disappearing with that dazzling and lively little girl.

Xu Jia waited for a long time.

After so many years, she finally stood on the stage again.

Is Zhao Nuancheng here? No.

Zhao Nuancheng was stopped on the road.

When she happily left the school pretending to have a stomachache, several mountain bikes surrounded her.

The boy took off his helmet, revealing a little messy black hair, and smiled mischievously: "Student, where are you going, I will give you a ride."

Zhao Nuancheng was startled, she turned around and wanted to run.

He Junming rode over with a smile, and said cheaply: "Hey, hey, I just won't let you go over~"

Zhao Nuancheng said: "You are crazy!"

He Junming stared: "You fucking say it again!"

Zhao Nuancheng was about to cry: "Uncle! Uncle Doorman!"

The guard poked his head out.

Seeing these high-ranking local snakes, he shrank his head back again.

Zhao Nuancheng: "..."

Jiang Ren tapped the ground impatiently with his toes. He guessed one thing wrong, Meng Ting didn't come to study at night at all, he originally wanted to follow her on the sidelines. As a result, she took leave of absence for the entire evening self-study.

Fortunately, waiting for a rabbit to squat to a Zhao Nuancheng.

Zhao Nuancheng is Zhao Nuancheng.

She must know where Meng Ting went at night.

Jiang Ren said impatiently: "Why are you running? You, I ask, you answer."

Zhao Nuancheng is so wronged, she managed to outshine her acting skills, her face was blushing, and she tricked the teacher into running out, but when she came out, she was blocked by so many bums.

Afraid of death, she nodded quickly.

Jiang Ren hung the helmet on the car: "Where did Meng Ting go?"