This dog's bloody life experience

The winter in Jianghai is wet and cold, with a thin layer of sunshine and no temperature at all.

January is the exam week for colleges and universities every year. After taking the last subject, Shen Lingqiao feels that his whole body is about to sublimate, but this is not the end, because he will start to take IELTS remedial classes during the winter vacation, and then take the exam in March. Prepare for studying abroad after one and a half years.

When Shen Lingsong told him these things, Shen Lingqiao was 1 reluctant.

At that time, he was paralyzed on the sofa, rolling around in all kinds of ways, "I'm going to go abroad and take the exam..."

Although Shen Lingsong looked so adorable being rolled by his younger brother, but when it was time to be strict, he would not soften his heart at all, and firmly ignored Shen Lingqiao's watery little eyes.

"Why do you want to take the test now?!" Shen Lingqiao jumped up from the sofa, and protested aggrievedly, "With my current level, how could I pass the test, bro~ I don't want to memorize words..."

"Good boy," Shen Lingsong hugged someone who kept jumping around, "I'm in a hurry to take the exam before going abroad, so I'll make up for it when I have time during the winter vacation..."

"Why is it too late, can't I take the exam during the summer vacation?" Shen Lingqiao still didn't give up, "I'm sure I won't pass the exam now."

Shen Lingsong secretly sighed, he didn't want to hit Shen Lingqiao at first, but now it seems that he has to tell the truth.

"Little Qiao," Shen Lingsong touched his younger brother's angry face, and said in a little confusion: "Brother knows that you will definitely not be able to pass the test once, so I asked you to prepare early and do more scores, and you will get a score of 6.5 once." ..."

In the end, he wasn't even sure.

"...qaq" Shen Lingqiao yelled and buried her face in the pillow, followed by a muffled voice, "You think I'm stupid..."

Shen Lingqiao looked like an ostrich, her round butt was upright and upright on her two white feet, looking pitiful and cute, Shen Lingsong suppressed her smile, coughed lightly, and wrapped herself around the person Pulling it into his arms, he coaxed softly: "You are not stupid, but you are not good at English. Look, you dance so well, how can you be stupid?"

Shen Lingqiao leaned listlessly in his brother's arms, begging pitifully: "Brother, then...wait a little longer?"

The black pearl-like eyes were full of longing, and the petal-like lips were slightly pursed. It was a scene that was tempting to commit crimes, but Shen Lingsong's expression remained unmoved, and he cruelly said three words, "No."

"Then, that's alright..." Shen Lingqiao saw that there was no hope in praying, so she could only compromise and welcome the next hard winter vacation.

Facts have proved that Shen Lingsong's concern is definitely not to look down on Shen Lingqiao's English level, because Shen Lingqiao has gone through the second test and the third test and still fails.

During this period, at the age of 16, he wrote the dance drama "Mo Feng" by himself and won the "Tao Li Cup" juvenile group classical dance performance and choreography double gold medal, which shocked the Chinese dance scene.

"Mo Feng" integrates dance, Danqing and Guqin into one furnace, and creates a Taoist realm that is full of words and meaning in the smooth and graceful flying and flipping.

At that time, a highly respected dancer even lamented that Shen Lingqiao was the most spiritual and sincere dancer he had ever seen in his life.

Immediately Shen Lingqiao's identity as a disciple of Zhou Xing was exposed, and he was praised as a young phoenix than an old phoenix. In the same year, he was invited to participate in a troupe to perform in France. The next year, he participated in the American International Dance Festival. He successfully obtained a Jiangxi opera diploma and successfully applied for Tisch Academy. One month before going abroad, Shen Lingqiao barely scored 6.5 in IELTS.

Seeing her report card, Shen Lingqiao almost shed two lines of heartbroken tears, the scumbag really can't afford to be hurt.

When they returned from studying abroad, the young Pianpian had grown into a tall and straight youth like a pine and a bamboo.

At night, the Shen family was brightly lit, and at the dining table, four men from the Shen family gathered together.

Shen Jihuan lovingly looked at Shen Lingqiao, who ate like a little hamster with his cheeks pruned, and then looked at the eldest son who was becoming more and more handsome, with a few smile lines in the corners of his eyes. The 45-year-old man was well maintained. On the contrary, the shallow marks carved by time endowed him with the sophistication and stability after the ups and downs of the years, just like old wine, with a long-lasting fragrance.

"How tall is Xiao Qiao now?" Shen Ji'an, who was sitting on Shen Jihuan's left, blinked.

Shen Lingqiao swallowed the food in her mouth, and hummed triumphantly, "1.7 meters nine, next year it will be 1.8 meters!"

"Yo yo, not bad, I thought you could only grow to 1.7 meters." Shen Ji'an said maliciously: "Oh, you are still cute and soft, and it is not comfortable to hug now."

Shen Lingqiao cast a sidelong glance at Shen Ji'an, lowered her head to drink the soup, and didn't intend to pay any attention to this disrespectful uncle.

When he first entered the house, he was almost going to be ravaged by Shen Ji'an on his shoulders like before. Fortunately, Shen Lingsong reacted quickly and pulled him behind him, and then kicked him fiercely towards Shen Ji'an's calf. Fortunately, he escaped, otherwise, based on Shen Ji'an's understanding of his nephew's training in the past few years, it is estimated that his nephew would be swollen into a steamed bun. What a wolf cub, he doesn't know how to respect his elders at all.

Seeing Shen Lingqiao ignoring the uncle who loves to play hooligans the most, Shen Lingsong softened his eyes, and then said to Shen Ji'an with a smile: "I seem to remember that my uncle is 1.8 meters five, right?"

"That's right, be tall~" Shen Ji'an raised his legs.

When Shen Lingqiao heard what his brother said, his eyes lit up immediately, and he laughed loudly: "Haha, uncle, you are shorter than brother, brother is 1.8 meters six, and brother is talented, you can grow longer, brother, you are too short , tsk tsk."

"Okay, Xiao Qiao, after going out to drink foreign ink for a year, I have gained a lot of guts."

The two exchanged a few words, and seeing Shen Ji'an's reluctance, Shen Jihuan opened his mouth to relieve Shen Lingqiao: "Which dance troupe does Xiao Qiao plan to go to when she comes back?"

"A month ago, Zhongwu and Dongwu both sent me offers, but I want to go to Dongwu so that I can stay at home."

The Chinese dance troupe and Dongwu troupe mentioned by Shen Lingqiao are respectively the Central Great Dance Troupe and the Oriental International Song and Dance Troupe. The latter is headquartered in Jianghai and is the largest song and dance troupe under the Oriental Literature and Art Group. It is invited to participate in major dance festivals and cultural exchanges between China and foreign countries every year. Festival, its series of classic repertoires are even business cards for Chinese culture to go global.

She is a palace of art in the minds of countless dancers. Every year, countless people cut their heads but can't get in. Shen Lingqiao has received an invitation from Dong Wu since "Ink Wind" became famous in the young dance world. , but at that time because of the plan to go abroad, he politely refused. Gao Kexin, the head of Dongwu, held Shen Lingqiao's hand and felt sorry for him, and bluntly said that Dongwu must be considered after returning to China.

Shen Jihuan thought about it, and said: "Dong Wu is good, what is the title of Wu?"

"Chief performer." Shen Lingqiao said: "Director Gao said that there is a large-scale dance drama in the troupe that is under preparation, and the rehearsal will start next month. I will be in charge of the outline. Alas, I only have two weeks to rest and rest."

"Don't be too tired, pay more attention to your body." Shen Jihuan said softly, and looked at Shen Lingsong again: "Xiao Song, you should also relax for the past two weeks, and then I will leave the whole day to you."

Rizheng International Finance Co., Ltd. is a subsidiary of Changming Group. It has already ranked among the top ten Huaguo Financial Companies. Shen Lingsong has already practiced there before, so it is not too hasty to hand it over to him.

But Shen Lingsong refused, "Dad, I have other plans."

Shen Jihuan was not surprised by this at all, he seemed to have known what his eldest son was doing in the United States, he smiled indifferently, "I don't care what you are busy with, but you can manage Rizheng at the same time, I am also old, If you want to relax, it happens that you are getting older, so it's time to help Dad share some burden."

Shen Lingsong was silent, and finally nodded.

But when Shen Lingqiao heard her father say that she was old, she immediately felt a little sad, "Dad is still very handsome, not old at all!"

Shen Jihuan smiled gratifiedly and nodded in agreement, "Okay, not old, dad will always be young."

"He's really handsome," Shen Lingqiao muttered, causing Shen Ji'an to tease him, "What about uncle?"

Shen Lingqiao slanted her eyes and salivated at her uncle, and complained: "It's dark and thick, so handsome there."

Shen Ji'an refused to accept, Shen's father and Shen Lingsong also followed suit and taunted mercilessly, and there were constant babbles during the dinner...

In the dark night, in the prosperous area of ​​Jianghai city center where every inch of land is very expensive, in a top-floor suite with no lights on, Tan Xiao hung up a phone, walked to the French windows, and was thrown into the tall body of a mature man by the window. The neon lights cast a long black shadow, and the face that was still pale like a vampire was also reflected on and off, with an unfathomable expression, which looked strange and mysterious.

He looked in the direction of Zigeng Mountain, with a hint of tenderness on his expressionless face.

He has already returned, but his revenge on the Xiao family is still difficult. Perhaps Shen Lingsong is a good partner...