Bamboo horse falling from the sky

After taking more than a dozen photos, today's work is finally over, and half of the day has passed.

Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian, who had just finished taking a group photo, hadn't recovered from their senses, and looked at each other awkwardly. It wasn't until Sister Jia asked everyone to have lunch that the inexplicable atmosphere between them gradually faded away. dissipate.

"What are we having for lunch, Sister Jia?" When it comes to eating, Song Xingyu is the most excited.

"Song Xingyu, how do you know how to eat? Can you make a difference?" Bai Chumu rubbed Song Xingyu's head twice, deliberately messing up his hard-earned hairstyle.

Before eating, hair style is not important. Song Xingyu doesn't care about his hair at all, and only cares about answering Bai Chumu's question, "How can I grow taller if I don't eat? I can grow to 185 because I can eat. Look at you." Xiaobai is thin and short, so he has the nerve to talk about me."

"Song Xingyu! I think your skin is itchy again, how dare you say I'm short!" Song Xingyu stepped on Bai Chumu's minefield, and being beaten by him was unavoidable. He jumped on Song Xingyu's back and used his strength Push people down.

However, it was of no use. Song Xingyu was not as tall as Bai Chumu, and Bai Chumu's weight could not overwhelm him at all. He hooked Xiaobai's leg with his backhand and ran around the room with his brother on his back.

"Stop it! Song Xingyu, put your father down!" Bai Chumu screamed in shock from Song Xingyu.

"Who is the father?" Song Xingyu continued to run around with Bai Chumu on his back, entangled in the question of who is the father.

At first, Bai Chumu was reluctant to say the answer Song Xingyu, a stinky brother, wanted to hear the most, but then he was so shaken that he could only admit defeat and said, "You are dad, you are dad."

"That's about the same." After playing with his brother enough, Song Xingyu smiled contentedly and put Bai Chumu down.

"Song Xingyu, you're cruel." Bai Chumu was dizzy from being shaken, bent down and took a few deep breaths, then pointed at Song Xingyu, with eyes that wanted to kick this guy away.

"Thank you, thank you." Song Xingyu's level of death was always beyond the imagination of his brothers.

"Song Xingyu, can you not play dead?" Chen Ziheng saw that Song Xingyu's embarrassing appearance was not pleasing to the eye, so he patted the back of his head.

"Forget it, it's not a day or two for him to die, just get used to it." He Qiuyao shook his head helplessly, feeling that Song Xingyu was really hopeless.

Chen Ziheng: "That's true."

Ling Tongqian approached Bai Chumu and asked with concern: "Xiaobai, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I just got a headache from Song Xingyu's anger." Bai Chumu took advantage of the opportunity to put Ling Tongqian on the shoulder and walked out.

"Can you stop making trouble, little brat? You can buy whatever you want for lunch. I have something to do, so I won't accompany you." Sister Jia said to the children while looking down at her phone to reply to WeChat.

"Sister Jia, walk slowly." Bai Chumu's mouth reacted faster than his brain, and he blurted out a sentence that might be beaten by Sister Jia.

"By the way, you are not allowed to drink carbonated drinks behind my back, and you are not allowed to eat snacks, do you hear me?" Before Sister Jia left, she did not forget to remind the children to avoid eating, and glanced at the children one by one.

"I heard it." Everyone responded impatiently by waving their hands at Sister Jia.

The seven teenagers crossed their shoulders and walked out of the studio. They didn't even bother to take off their makeup, so they just walked and discussed what they would have for lunch. The makeup artist behind them couldn't stop them in time.

"Going out to eat?" He Qiuyao asked everyone.

"Isn't it good for us to go out like this? It's too ostentatious." Ling Tongqian did not agree with He Qiuyao's idea.

"It makes sense, then let's order takeaway." After Ling Tongqian reminded, He Qiuyao realized that he still had makeup on his face and his clothes hadn't been changed yet.

"Okay."

"Ok, Ok."

"Hurry up, I'm hungry."

The teenagers have no problem with the idea of ​​ordering food, but who is responsible for ordering food is another matter.

Just as everyone's eyes were on Chen Ziheng, the eldest brother, Ling Tongqian took out his mobile phone and said, "Let me order some."

Then the seven people agreed on what they wanted to eat, and the lunch was finally settled.

Ling Tongqian has been away for three years, and now that he is back, he always wants to do something to make up for his brothers, so he won't feel too sorry.

After a simple lunch in the company, the teenagers came to the dance practice room and began to practice dance consciously.Since Ling Tongqian had just returned, everyone suggested that Bai Chumu take him to practice dancing alone.

"Actually, you don't need to take special care of me. I can slowly follow everyone's footsteps." Ling Tongqian didn't want to waste everyone's time.

"Ling Tongqian, just listen to my brother's persuasion, and you can do what my brother says." Bai Chumu hooked Ling Tongqian's shoulders to the railing without any explanation, and pointed to the railing again, with obvious meaning.

"Okay, okay." Ling Tongqian was amused by Bai Chumu's words of brother left and brother right, so he had to be obedient, put one leg on the railing, and bent down to press down.

"You're not very flexible." Bai Chumu clicked his tongue, put his palm on Ling Tongqian's back, and slowly pressed down with more force, "Go down."

"Slow down." Ling Tongqian hasn't done stretching exercises such as leg presses for a long time, and he still can't accept the strength of Bai Chumu's hands for a while.

"I didn't use much force." Bai Chumu said badly, but the strength in his hand still relaxed a lot.

Ling Tongqian switched to the other leg and continued to stretch. After stretching his leg, Bai Chumu asked him to stretch his waist for a while.

"Waist, get down." For Bai Chumu, who was the dancer, he was not satisfied with Ling Tongqian's waist being pressed to such an extent.

Bai Chumu stretched out his Wudan hand again, pinching Ling Tongqian's waist with both hands and pressing him down.Ling Tongqian has been growing up well in the past three years. At a young age, he already has broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Bai Chumu's hand on his waist really felt the man's slender waist, and then raised his head Looking at him in the mirror, he raised his eyebrows.

"What's the matter?" Ling Tongqian noticed Bai Chumu's little expression and was a little puzzled.

"You have a good figure, Ling Tongqian." Bai Chumu said with the corner of his mouth curled up, and he couldn't help tightening his grip on Ling Tongqian's waist.

This behavior was more or less ambiguous, more like teasing, Ling Tongqian's face flushed immediately, and it went straight to the ears and neck.

"Is it hot? Why are you blushing so much?" Bai Chu Muming knew that Ling Tongqian was shy, but he still asked this question on purpose, even he didn't know what he was doing.

Ling Tongqian rolled his Adam's apple and said, "A little bit."

Bai Chumu glanced at the air conditioner. It was [-] degrees, and the room was quite cool. Ling Tongqian hadn't started dancing yet, so it was impossible for him to feel hot under normal circumstances.

There is something wrong with Ling Tongqian.

After finishing stretching, Bai Chumu dragged Ling Tongqian back a few steps, ready to practice dancing.

"Let me teach you the dance we've been learning recently. I'll dance it for you first." Bai Chumu turned his neck a few times, then shook his hands and legs, and began to dance while shouting the beat.

He deliberately slowed down, wanting Ling Tongqian to observe his every movement more clearly.

Ling Tongqian didn't even look at it. He watched Bai Chumu's dance moves and twisted along with him, experiencing the dance for himself.This pop dance is jazzy, and the waist strength is used more, and it is necessary to bend or lower the waist from time to time.

People who dance for a long time basically have back injuries. Recently, Bai Chumu practiced too much dance, and his back injury has recurred a bit. His waist has always been aching these days.Now dancing this dance, even though he has slowed down his movements as much as possible, the intensity of the dance is still undiminished. The familiar dull pain in his waist struck again, making him frown uncontrollably.

Bai Chumu glanced at the boy next to him guiltily. Ling Tongqian was learning the movements very seriously and didn't find anything unusual about him.

Fortunately, Ling Tongqian didn't notice, Bai Chumu breathed a sigh of relief, and then taught him to dance as if nothing happened.

Bai Chumu when not dancing and the talented dancer when dancing are exactly like two people. Bai Chumu, who is usually joking and noisy, becomes very serious when he dances.For example, now that the dance teacher has let the other five teenagers rest, Bai Chumu is still picking on Ling Tongqian's movements, teaching them much more seriously than the dance teacher.

The dance teacher looked at the two children who were still dancing, and suddenly felt ashamed.

Although Ling Tongqian left Fenghe for three years, he did not really give up everything he had worked hard for in Fenghe. When he lived in Beijing, he would find time to go to the dance studio to practice dance, so now he returns to Fenghe , He learned the dance quite fast. After almost two hours of Bai Chumu's guidance, he has learned all the movements of this dance.

"Are you tired?" Bai Chumu asked.

"It's okay." Ling Tongqian raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Then let's play the music one last time." Bai Chumu thought his bangs were blocking his view, so he flipped back, revealing his sweaty forehead.

"Okay." Ling Tongqian nodded without any objection.In order not to drag everyone down, he must keep up with the pace now, and even spend more time and work harder than everyone else to strengthen the practice.

The music started, and Bai Chumu and Ling Tongqian danced to the music in front of the mirror.In the middle of the whole dance, there was a movement of lowering his waist back. The more Bai Chumu bent his waist, the more intense his dull pain was. The pain was so painful that his eyes went dark, and he couldn't control himself and fell on the hard floor.

"Bang!" A muffled sound sounded in the practice room, attracting the attention of everyone who was resting in the corner.

"Little Bai!" Ling Tongqian was the first to react, and immediately leaned over and squatted down, looking at Bai Chumu with panic in his eyes.