After chasing wife crematorium HE, double gave birth

Zhao Shun P pictured.

He found another photo, then cut off his head from that photo, pasted it in the current photo, and finally made simple modifications to the corners.

Not to mention, his connection is very smooth. If it weren't for the fact that the lighting in the auditorium area of ​​the great hall is not too dark, causing the film to be a degree darker, the connection would be no problem at all.

It's a pity not, so the light on the head is very bright, like a halo on the top of the head.

Just like an angel.

Fang Ling smiled and sighed in his heart: Xue Ding'e's straight man!

"Senior, what are you laughing at?" Ban Jing next to him was curious.

Fang Ling casually sent an emoji, "It's nothing, just chatting with my classmates."

Ban Jing suddenly asked, "Is the opposite is Senior Sister?"

At this moment, the second show ended, and it was time for the master of ceremonies to play.Fang Ling put down the phone: "Sister, let's go."

Ban Jing pursed her lips and smiled, "Senior, can I still hold your hand on stage?"

Fang Ling paused, "It's my pleasure to serve ladies."

When the stage lights changed and then became bright again, Zhao Shun in the audience was refreshed.

coming.

The two masters of ceremonies came out from the right side of the stage. The girl was holding the boy's hand, her pale gold dress was swaying, and the white suit was occasionally brushed by the tulle embroidered with floral flowers on the skirt of the person beside her, making her look even more gentle.

Zhao Shun immediately became sore, and his heart was gurgling with sour bubbles. He stared at the slender arm that was held by Fang Ling's arm, as if he was facing an enemy.

It wasn't until his arms were loosened that Zhao Shun was like a leopard whose fur had been tamed, no longer grinning violently.

on the stage.

Fang Ling held the wheat in one hand, and the small card in the other, but the card was just for decoration. Fang Ling remembered that he didn't need it for the time being, "I just finished enjoying the splendor of summer, and it's time to experience the quiet beauty of autumn."

When he was talking about this, Fang Ling suddenly saw a small light board about the size of three palms raised up at ten o'clock.

In fact, standing on the stage and looking down, there is a dense darkness below, because the audience area is not lit, you can only vaguely see that every chair is occupied by someone.

However, it is not clear whether it is a man or a woman, let alone distinguish the appearance of the people in the audience.

But when the dozen or so small signs of the "□ Mausoleum" were raised up, it was not inconspicuous.

And among the dozen or so small plates, there is one that stands out from others. The other brands all have a warm orange-yellow light, but this one is colorful and constantly changing, and it stands out among the bunch.

Fang Ling was stunned on the spot, and his eyelids jumped a few times.

To be honest, he was a little embarrassed as a person who didn't know about it before. If he hadn't been in his 50s and had seen strong winds and waves, he would have been shocked on the spot.

It took a little willpower for Fang Ling to hold back his hand and laugh.

What the hell is that guy Zhao Shun doing? Now it's a cultural gala, not a concert, and he's not a star himself, so it's necessary to be so... um, different?

Ban Jing was also attracted by the small cards in the audience. As for Fang Ling, after finishing her lines, she was taken aback for a moment before continuing, "That's right, as the saying goes, all trees are in autumn, and mountains and mountains are only in the sunset. Always so memorable."

Fang Ling: "Next, please let us enjoy the solo dance "Late Autumn" brought by Class 7 ([-]) of Senior High."

After Fang Ling finished this line, the lights of the entire stage slowly dimmed, and it was time for the master of ceremonies to leave.

After he couldn't see Fang Ling at all, Zhao Shun put away the small colorful light sign and turned to touch his phone.

Ding Dayan pressed her in a low voice: "Brother Shun, were we too high-profile just now?"

Zhao Shun clicked his tongue softly, and asked three times: "Have we violated the law? Have we shouted loudly? Have we held up our signs for a long time?"

Ding Dayan was stunned, "None, none."

Zhao Shun wasn't guilty at all, "That's it, don't worry about it!"

At this time, a few voices came from the class next door.

"666, Class Nine actually brought a light board?"

"Frame frame, mausoleum? What does this mean?"

"I don't understand."

"I know, it's Fang Ling from their class, the host in the white suit!" This was Shi Yi's voice.

……

Zhao Shun didn't care about the neighbors at all, and asked Ding Dayan plausibly, "Dayan, don't you think it's not right to give a little encouragement to the students who bring glory to the class?"

"Should!" Ding Dayan was in a trance, gradually being led astray.

Zhao Shun said confidently, "That's fine, what are you worried about? If you are so anxious, you might as well think about the action, and don't forget it when it's our class's turn to perform."

Ding Dayan's eyes were firm, "Brother Shun is right!"

After dismissing Ding Dayan, Zhao Shun continued to send messages.

After the small card was raised, he carefully observed Fang Ling's expression projected on the big screen. Fang Ling froze for a moment, probably not annoying.

Sending a message now, Zhao Shun has a little taste of asking for credit.

[Z]: Fang Ling, did you see it?

［Z］: The area where the cards were just revealed is the location of our class!

[Z]: Fang Ling, guess which one is me?

There was no reply there yet, but Zhao Shun couldn't wait any longer. He picked up the small colorful light board in his arms, then turned on the switch, and then took a short video of it with his mobile phone and sent it to Fang Ling.

[Z]: This is me!You look at me next time!

[Z]: (Video)

The entire phone page displayed his own green frame, and the other party didn't reply for a while, but Zhao Shun wasn't impatient at all.

Keep beeping with your phone.

［Z］: Speaking of which, the bald Zhang asked me for a small card just now, and he was the one who raised the card just now.

Under Zhao Shun's continuous bombardment of text messages, "Student Xiaofang" finally became "The other party is typing".

Zhao Shun was shocked and immediately sat up straight.

[Student Xiaofang]: I saw you.

Zhao Shun grinned.

[Student Xiaofang]: Zhao Shun, I am telling you very seriously now.

Zhao Shun subconsciously held his breath, as if a cat was scratching his heart.

Doesn't Fang Ling like it?

But it's not right, just now he saw that Fang Ling seemed to be smiling, it should be smiling...

[Student Xiaofang]: This little surprise of yours made me almost fail, ending my career as a temporary host on the spot.

Zhao Shun's face instantly collapsed. It was sunny just now, but now there are dark clouds over his head.

Ah, he screwed up.

Fang Ling didn't like him like this.

Zhao Shun was like a punctured ball, whoosh was discouraged, and his spine, which was originally straight, also bent.

[Student Xiaofang]: But I really like it, thank you Zhao Shun.

[Student Xiaofang]: (Maomao is happy.jpg)

Zhao Shun froze, his eyes burst into light, and the sky changed from dark clouds to clear sky in an instant.

Fang Ling likes it!

Fang Ling likes this little surprise! !

The villain in my heart put on the turf skirt again, took a bunch of firecrackers and crackled while dancing.

There seemed to be fire trees and silver flowers blooming in his mind, and Zhao Shun was a little fascinated by the joy of turning around.

"Brother Shun, what are you laughing at?" Ding Dayan accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhao Shun smiling.

Under the dim light, Zhao Shun's handsome face with heavy makeup looked a little strange.

Zhao Shun couldn't hold back the smile on his face, "You don't understand."

Ding Dayan couldn't put it into words, "...Brother Shun, I can understand people's language, if you say it, I will understand."

Zhao Shun took the phone and sent a message, "No, there is no place for you, the third party."

Ding Dayan: "?"

***

On the side of the stage, Fang Ling withdrew his hand and sighed faintly.

It's all the ignorance and straightforwardness of a teenager, okay, he accepts it, the light sign is the light sign.

Anyway, Class Nine sits pretty far in front, so there shouldn't be many people who can see it.

Time passed slowly, and the performances started and ended one after another.

The level of theatrical performances in Jinghai No. [-] Middle School is still very high, which is worthy of this great hall with radiant lights and excellent stage viewing effects.

The hip-hop dance in the bombing field can always attract bursts of cheers and screams, and the effect of dramas and sketches is not bad. Whenever there is excitement, the auditorium applauds like a wave, and the atmosphere is completely heated.

"Ah, this year's cultural show is really good, I am satisfied."

"Hey, this year's little master of ceremonies is so cute on my point of view. He looks too much to my liking. I like the kind of modest and gentlemanly boys, but it's a pity that he only comes out every other time."

The conversation between the two girls was overheard by the boy next to him, who curled his lips and said sourly: "Forget it, it's all made up, if our school had such a handsome guy, the whole school would have been famous long ago. "

……

After announcing the opening remarks of the No.15 program, Fang Ling briefly explained to Ban Jing, and then quickly went to the dressing room backstage.

What will be changed later is not only the clothes on his body, but also the makeup on his face.

Now the No.15 program has just started, and their class No.20 is on stage, and there are five programs in between.

Each program lasts five to seven minutes, plus the line time of the master of ceremonies, no matter how long the time is, it will not exceed four or ten minutes.

That is to say, he still has at most 10 minutes.

It seems that the time is not short, but it is actually quite tense. First of all, I have to change my clothes and put on the complicated Hanfu.And the most time-consuming thing is not the Hanfu, but the makeup on his face has to be changed to drama makeup.

When Fang Ling opened the door of the lounge, he found that several girls in the class who did not participate in the performance were already inside.

"Fang Ling."

"Fang Ling, the clothes are here, change quickly!"

Seeing Fang Ling, several girls were a little excited, and one of the girls took down the Hanfu hanging on the hanger.

This Hanfu is a three-piece suit, which is different from the chest-length skirts chosen by the dancing girls, but this one is more heroic.

There are light gold printed large-sleeved shirts, heavy gold cardigans, and fiery red printed long skirts with gold patterns.

Even if it wasn't the first time watching it, Fang Ling still had a headache when he saw it.

At this moment, the door of the rest room opened, and it turned out that Weng Ruo and Zhao Shun had come. When he saw Fang Ling, Zhao Shun's eyes lit up, and he took two steps forward.

Not to mention, with the vermilion dragon robe on his body and the dragon and tiger steps that he must walk out after wearing the complicated clothes, he has a kind of indifferent and domineering look at the mountains and rivers.

Zhao Shun ran over, "Fang Ling!"

Well, as soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Ling felt that his arrogance was gone.

Zhao Shun was still the Zhao Shun he knew.

"Fang Ling, go in and change your clothes!" Weng Ruo urged, but she paused, "Can you wear clothes by yourself?"

Although it is not a chest-length skirt, this set also has to be tied with belts. Girls who tie belts can do it, but clumsy boys?forget it.

"I will, I know how to wear this suit, and I will help Fang Ling tie the belt!" Zhao Shun said impatiently.

You Su raised his hand, "I will do this too, and I will help."

Zhao Shun refused without thinking, "I don't need you, I'll just go with Fang Ling."

Seeing that You Su still wanted to talk, Zhao Shun said again, "It will be crowded when three people go in, so you wait outside."

You Su scratched his head, thinking it was the same, but he seemed to feel that something was wrong.

The light gold printed large-sleeved shirt can be worn later, so Zhao Shun only took the other two.

Fang Ling also knew that time was running out, and the one who followed was Zhao Shun, so he didn't say much, and went directly into the innermost cubicle with Zhao Shun.

The small cubicle is about six or seven square meters, which is not very large.

Flicking a few times with white fingers, the buttons of the white suit were quickly unbuttoned, and the jacket with the small sequins was taken off. His slender hands moved up and slightly fastened the black tie at the neckline. In the middle, Fang Ling took off his tie.

There was heating in the great hall, so Fang Ling didn't wear much, and the top was just a coat and underwear, which were removed quite quickly.

As for the pants, Fang Ling didn't intend to take them off, since they couldn't be seen outside anyway.

Zhao Shun's eyes looked straight, and he didn't realize that his ears had turned red, and the deep red still faintly diffused to the whites of his eyes.

"Zhao Shun!!" Fang Ling yelled at him.

Zhao Shun woke up like a dream, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.However, even if he moved his eyes away, the scene just now was still firmly stuck in the depths of his memory.

Large expanses of white snow, as white as suet nephrite, also like new snow on the top of the mountain, it feels good to the touch.And there, it looks so tender...

After all, there was business to be done, Zhao Shun concentrated his attention, remembering the dressing steps he had seen dozens of times before, and hurriedly handed over the light gold cardigan first, "Fang Ling, wear this first."

Fang Ling put them on one by one according to what he said, pumping the air conditioner in the middle and teasing him, "You are proficient."

"Of course, after they finalize the costumes, I will at least read the tutorial every day." Zhao Shun said quickly.

Fang Ling suddenly looked up at him.

This small cubicle was not considered spacious at all, and in order for Zhao Shun to help Fang Ling change clothes, the two stood very close, a closeness that completely exceeded the social distance.

Fang Ling raised his eyes suddenly, and Zhao Shun was instantly frozen, and he was almost lost in the beautiful eyes reflecting his figure.

Suddenly, those full eyes of lying silkworms were bent, the eyes were shining, gentle and affectionate, Zhao Shun's heart beat wildly out of control, and he felt a fire burning his throat at that moment.

All the water is evaporated, and the thirst seems to be cracked and scratched.

Zhao Shun swallowed, "Fang Ling..."

He yelled in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

"How to tie this rope?" But Fang Ling just asked, as if he didn't notice his strangeness.

Zhao Shun took a deep breath, tried his best to stabilize his unbalanced heartbeat, then slightly bent his back, and leaned over to tie Fang Ling's belt.

The boy's bony hands didn't look like they were doing fine work at first glance, but at this moment, Zhao Shun seriously grabbed the two straps, wrapped them around, and asked, "Is it tight? Won't it be overly strangled?"

Fang Ling took a breath and said to him: "You can make it tighter, or you won't be in trouble if the clothes are loose."

Zhao Shun stretched out his hand to adjust Fang Ling, and his fingertips inevitably touched a little of Fang Ling's skin.

Even if there was only a tiny bit of contact, Zhao Shun was still suffocating, and an invisible electric current rushed from his fingertips to his heart, making most of his body numb.

"It's done." Zhao Shun withdrew his hand reluctantly.

Fang Ling looked down and looked down. Not to mention, Zhao Shun's knot was very beautiful, and he knew that he had spent a lot of time practicing it.

Fang Ling felt that there was no problem, "Okay, let's go out."

So open the door and go out.

As soon as the door opened, Fang Ling saw that there were fewer people in the room, and the rest were people who wanted to put on makeup for him, and a few boys who had a good relationship with Zhao Shun.

Fang Ling let out a breath.

Weng Ruo really felt that Fang Ling was very good-looking at this time, even if the makeup on his face hadn't been changed to that of Peking opera, he was still so good-looking that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The rich golden color is actually very attractive. If the skin color is a little darker, the "noble" will become "earth" after wearing it, and Fang Ling's skin color can easily control this golden color.

The Xiaru skirt is red in red gold, and the large area of ​​intense red is like the most beautiful peony. The skirt is embroidered with a golden phoenix with gold thread, implying the favor the imperial concubine receives.

The boy who came out of the fitting room walked slowly. The proportion of three courts and five eyes made him gentle and non-aggressive.

He has nothing to do with his mother, and he has an indescribable aura of wealth. When he sees him, he thinks of the study located in the mountains of gold and silver.

Ding Tian's starry eyes said, "Wow, it's not too much trouble without makeup! Fang Ling, you are really beautiful today."

Fang Ling corrected her helplessly, "Thank you for being handsome."

"Yes, yes, so handsome!"

"Hey, Fang Ling, the boys in our class are all dumbfounded. It is conceivable that we will be quite successful this time."

"Fang Ling, you...do you like boys?" You Su asked shyly.

Zhao Shun had just changed Fang Ling's clothes and folded them in the cubicle, when he came out, he heard that sentence.

With a buzzing sound in his head, he was shocked, as if someone had hit his temple hard with a big hammer.

Zhao Shun's eyes turned red in an instant, "Fang Ling must study hard. In the future, he will be admitted to the best university. Don't bother him! He doesn't fall in love early!!"

Fang Ling: "..."

There was a moment of silence in the lounge, and many people's eyes turned to Zhao Shun.

A slightly awkward silence spread.

Fang Ling's temples twitched, "Don't you want to put on makeup? Time is running out, hurry up."

Everyone suddenly broke away from the weird embarrassment.

"Yeah, we have to hurry up."

"Where's the outer shirt? You Su, bring me the outer shirt." Weng Ruo shouted.

Then she walked over and walked around Fang Ling, with even more satisfaction in her eyes, "It looks so good, I'm already looking forward to it! Come on, start to make up. Sisters, bring the headgear."

The girls worked together in a division of labor, the one who put on the headgear for Fang Ling, the one who put on the make-up for the show, and even in order to speed up, a girl stood on the left side of Fang Ling and one on the right side of Fang Ling, each in charge of one side of the face.

Compared with ordinary makeup, drama makeup is not easy to put on, but the girls in charge of makeup have done enough homework before that, and practiced it several times, and now they are considered proficient.

Weng Ruo: "Fang Ling reached out and asked Ding Tian to groom your hands for you."

The corner of Fang Ling's mouth twitched, "No need."

Weng Ruo suddenly said again: "By the way, You Su, go and get the mask, the golden one!"

The girls here began to dress up Fang Ling quickly and orderly. As for the boys like Zhao Shun, they were driven aside by Weng Ruo because they were in the way.

"Brother Shun, I'm curious, I really want to go and have a look!" You Su rubbed his hands together, and took a step forward as he spoke, looking eager to move.

Zhao Shun grabbed him by the back collar and pulled him back, "Where to go, it's none of your business over there."

Tan Feizhou was also curious, like a cat scratching his heart, "This is definitely the first time in my life, it would be great if I could record it hehe."

Zhao Shun squinted at him, "Don't push yourself too hard, it's not easy for Fang Ling to agree to act."

Tan Feizhou smacked his lips, "Okay."

Zhao Shun breathed a sigh of relief, and before he was completely relieved, he heard You Su whispering next to him: "Fang Ling is so pretty, does he really not like boys? Do you see if I have a chance after the college entrance examination~"

Zhao Shun: "..."

Zhao Shun: "!!!"

There was a fire burning in Zhao Shun's heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He regretted it.

He shouldn't have mentioned Lao Zi's costume dance!