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The vocal music teacher also snorted, his eyes were bloodshot. "You're far from mature, but I think you're going to grow pretty fast."

He had always been the one who was hurt, but he suddenly praised him, and the boy was still a little uncomfortable. "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean much, it's just a compliment." The vocal teacher was on the phone, closing his eyes and resting, "Actually, you have always matured precociously. You have no childhood or adolescence. Your life has been accelerated by your family. I went all the way towards an adult lifestyle. Even after the college entrance examination.”

The boy listened under the covers.

"Other people's children are on vacation, and you are tearing up your father, but it's also good, let you experience the world of adults first, so that you will avoid stumbles in the future." The vocal music teacher said, "Fortunately, the storm is over. The plan is to get it all over before you go to college, and let you go and start college life light."

"Haven't you really hated my mother?" The young man asked suddenly, feeling it suddenly.

He imagined what he would think if he was in that position.The person she liked didn't catch up, and in a blink of an eye, she married a bastard who had nothing, and was completely incomparable with herself.Putting this on anyone, it is very likely that love will turn into hatred.

No matter how vicious her mind is, she may still hope that she will have a bad life, and she must not have a happy family.The family must be destroyed, let her know how big a mistake she made in not choosing herself, watch her suffer, and suck her pain.Not to mention that more than ten years after her death, she worked hard for a person who had nothing to do with her.

"When you reach my age, you will see it away. There is no love or hate. Everyone has their own life." The vocal teacher yawned slightly, "Cherish the present, live the present, enough."

"I know, I understand this truth." The boy glanced at the people next to him. The two of them were able to sleep last night because someone stayed up all night. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome. Now that your dad's business is over, I can rest for a while." The vocal instructor looked out the window, "Going on a trip or something, being single for so long, sometimes I feel that I should find someone to talk to. "

"What kind of genre do you like, let me help you find it?" The young man got excited, "Do you still like my mother? Can sing and play the piano?"

"Don't give me a blind introduction. I believe in fate for this kind of thing." The vocal music teacher smiled, "I don't want to talk anymore, I'm going to bed."

When the young man heard this, he didn't talk any more, and let him have a good rest.After the phone call ended, he lay on the bed and thought a lot.

Did you have a childhood?It seems not, all the happiness is short-lived, because Mom and Dad always quarrel.And with the death of his mother, the end button was pressed for his childhood, he is no longer a child, but a person with hatred.Did you have your teenage years?It seems that there is no such thing. I have always been in a period of self-competition and rebellion, and I want to try to pierce the sky.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.Everyone has their own life, and it is also a good thing that they have been forced to grow up by being forced to catch ducks on the shelves.

The person next to him had been sleeping, and after waking up, the man felt that he had gone too far last night, so he hid under the quilt embarrassingly, not coming out.

"What are you doing? Are you shy?" The young man rubbed over, "Your husband and I have been squeezed dry by you."

"You...you...nonsense!" The man covered his mouth.

"I'm not talking nonsense." The young man grabbed his hand and held it easily in the palm of his hand. The difference in skin color between the two was still a bit obvious, thanks to the fact that he played basketball a lot, "You took the initiative to sneak in and take a bath with me. "

"Stop talking." The man turned away and didn't look at him.

The young man chased after him, his fiery breath was sprayed behind the man's ear, and he exhaled forcefully on purpose, watching his hair flicker. "Then you still take the initiative to kiss me?"

"You!" The man wanted to cover his ears, as if there were feathers behind his ears, he was teased by a vile child. He was so dizzy last night that he did that kind of thing, so he pampered him softly, "Stop talking..."

Such a tone seemed to be asking, but it sounded like seduction to the young man.He just felt that men seduced him, always seduced him, otherwise he had such good concentration, how could he fall into the ecstasy soup time and time again?

It must be, it's not his fault, it's all his fault.The boy hugged the man into his arms, his legs were bent forward, and his knees were just embedded in the man's knee sockets.The man was afraid that he would touch him randomly, so he shrank his legs in fright, and put his two thin legs in front of his body, bowing his waist to prevent him from touching them.

"Don't move around, I can easily misfire now." The young man swallowed impatiently, and after being pampered once, he wanted to have a second time, "Wife..."

The man hugged his knees, and when he heard his tone, he couldn't bear to ignore him. "What are you doing? Are you hungry? I'll lie down for a while and cook."

"I don't eat, I'm not hungry." The boy grabbed the collar of his pajamas and pulled it down, just to peek at his collarbone. "In the future...can we all...don't wear that all the time?"

"No." The man bumped him back with his shoulder, knowing that he was not strong enough.I was too indulgent yesterday, and the consequences were disastrous. My old waist is still sore and swollen.The most embarrassing thing is the pose, the details, the gestures, the flow of the liquid...

"Why?" The boy continued to play a rogue.Yesterday, the way the man squatted down made him giddy for a second.

"Because... it's outrageous!" The man replied decisively, covering his face with a towel, not looking at him.

The two of them got tired of it for a while before touching their mobile phones, as if the turmoil on the Internet had nothing to do with them.That is another world, a never-ending world of violence, but no one can live in hostility forever, turning off the phone and facing life is the truth.

Although the video was clipped, it has blossomed everywhere, the little artist still hasn't moved, and the studio still hasn't made a sound.There are more and more people who turn off their fans and turn back on them. There are even a large number of fighting fans who have fought hard all the way, scolding two negative hot searches to the top of the list, and they have not been able to drop.

"These people haven't slept yet." During breakfast, the boy showed his mobile phone to his grandpa and grandma.

"Hey, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, these children are still too young." Grandma peeled two tea eggs and put them on the man's plate, "No matter what it is for, you can't be so arrogant, and you can't stay up late. "

"Staying up all night arguing is not worth it." Grandpa also shook his head, "Is there any news?"

"What's more...everyone is calling for him to come back." The young man looked at the man, "Everyone is complaining about you."

"I still won't go back." The man said decisively. He didn't understand the sensitivity of public opinion, and he didn't understand the tactics of pushing and pulling fans. He only knew that he had been eliminated. Going back would be unfair to the players who had the chance to revive. .

Especially the little yellow hair.

"Hey, Xiao Huang Mao also reposted the Weibo calling for you to come back." The boy said with a smile, and then became alert for a second, and quickly clicked on the CP topic of his wife and Xiao Huang Mao.

Good guy, everyone is chatting hi.

It's so lively here, then... the young man's curiosity was ready to move, and he began to search for the name of the vocal teacher, and then related to his wife's name.

Sure enough, the topic of cp has been established, and the popularity is very high. The cp fans in it seem to have stayed up all night, and they are more excited than fighting fans.

"Isn't this the relationship I've been looking for! After many years, you return triumphantly, and I will still escort you!"

"Yeah! The sisters are all wearing microscopes looking for candy! They met 10 years ago! At that time, he was so radiant that he first showed his edge. At that time, he was unknown and could only look up! Who would have thought that we would meet at the summit 10 years later? , you are still you, I am still me!"

"My God, my God, is this a text I can read without paying?"

"Those who bully me in the program group, not only will I not play with you anymore, but I will also tear down your stage!"

"Sisters, I deeply suspect that the reason he didn't turn on the lights the first two times was to attract attention! He was very much looking forward to being recognized, but he was careful not to approach him! Walk the tightrope for love!"

"Today, when the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, they both have to admit that it's love!"

Heavenly king, my ass!I am the King of Heaven!That's my wife, we are love!The teenager put down the phone angrily, so strange, he took another look.

Why are they still writing weird little essays?And why is this behavior called grain production?The young man read an article seriously, and got goosebumps all over his body, it was too numbing and embarrassing.

So he stopped reading, and gave up the stupid behavior of finding a green hat for himself. China is a big agricultural country. As long as you have a pen in your hand, you can produce food. At worst, you can write for yourself.

Just do what you say, the boy sat down at the desk after eating, concentrated his energy, and quickly created a short story within an hour, mainly about the man and the little assistant around him. Yes, the prototype of that little assistant is me.

The writing style is definitely not good. After all, time is limited. It is not easy to finish writing from the beginning to the end and design the six elements of the narrative. You also need to add your own true feelings.By the way, I made some sexual contact, but I stopped, after all, I can't let others know the details of my intimacy with my wife.

It made him feel hot all over.

In the end, he was worried that he would not be able to send it out, so the boy immediately made a long and inverted image, registered a trumpet, and sent the inverted image to the vocal teacher and the man's CP Chaochao.

In just half an hour, he received hundreds of comments and was scolded so badly...

The days that followed became much more ordinary. After the exam, he didn't want to wander around, so he stayed at home with his grandpa and grandma. The man hasn't received any job yet, so it's rare for him to be free.

The little artist finally posted an apology video, crying with tears about his young age, and hoped that fans would give him another chance, and he would definitely focus on the right path in the future.As a result, it was scolded on the hot search again.

Some fans chose to forgive and still waited for his comeback regardless of black and white, but most of the rational fans left.All signs indicate that the little artist has finished his luck, and the next star journey will not be easy.

After waiting for a while, finally came the day to check the scores of the college entrance examination.

On this day, everyone in the family was more nervous than him, and the only person who was calm was the client.The test paper was written by him himself. Of course, the young man is sure to get a high score, but he doesn't know how high it will be.

There are a lot of candidates checking their scores, and the network is very slow. The young man is not in a hurry, and he picks up his mobile phone to check the class group to see who has given the score.Then click on Weibo to see if the mood of candidates across the country is stable.

As a result, it just hit the old bastard to update, and the difference was 1 minute.

Exactly as the vocal teacher expected, he posted on Weibo, announcing that he would return the house of his dead wife to his son, who was the boy himself.

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