sinovels Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Gu Donglin bit his lower lip tightly, not knowing whether to hold back the cry or the cry of pain.
Wang Xuan was taken away by the person in charge to solve the follow-up matters. Meng Jiao sat beside Gu Donglin and asked the bruised and swollen Gu Donglin:
"Why are you fighting all of a sudden?"
Gu Donglin dared not answer.
If Meng Jiao knows the truth, a bunch of people will compete with him to chase him. Based on his understanding of Meng Jiao, the scene is likely to enter the bidding mode. Whoever gives Meng Jiao more money will be considered by Meng Jiao. .
Having been hit repeatedly on his confidence several times, he didn't even have the confidence that Meng Jiao liked him or not.
"It's nothing, I'm upset that they wanted to torment my thoughts, and I got angry for a while." Gu Donglin slapped his swollen face to pretend to be fat.
Meng Jiao seemed to accept this explanation.
"Why didn't you mention the extra money?" Gu Donglin may be guilty, and said, "It's dark and the wind is high, you saved me, this should be counted as overtime pay."
"Forget it." Meng Jiao said.
He came to save Gu Donglin not for money, but for the last obsession of the original owner.
Meng Jiao stopped talking about money, and Gu Donglin even felt terrified.
"No, you have to keep it! My life is very valuable."
Meng Jiao looked at him lovingly like a fool.
Row.
He is also very happy when someone gives money.
He covered his mouth and yawned lazily, like a cat sweeping its big fluffy tail.
"It's okay, I'm going home."
The redemption routine is not suitable for someone like him who likes to sleep for beauty, so I won't do it next time.
He asked for another leave in advance: "Oh yes, if I pass the competition, I may have to go abroad for the rematch, so I will continue to ask for leave then."
"Meng Jiao." Gu Donglin called his name, but simply wanted to call him, but there was no specific content.
At last he said dryly:
"I wish you good luck in the game."
"Yes." Meng Jiao didn't turn around, but raised her hand and raised her hand, her posture was very handsome and unrestrained.
The results of the preliminary round of the Venice Art Competition are coming soon.
Many people were even more excited than the parties involved. Meng Zhenhua was already secretly checking his phone every hour, and Tu Ge was jumping up and down like chicken blood, broadcasting the battle situation ahead in real time.
[Venice Propaganda Team has just gone online for a short while to download wb]
[Report!It sent a notice saying that the results will be out at [-]:[-] noon, and it will send an email to the players]
Even more enthusiastic than the college entrance examination candidates before the scores were awarded, Meng Jiao replied to him: [You never thought that I was unsuccessful? ]
[Bah, bah, bah, don't say anything frustrating. ] Tu Ge is like a parent blaming an ignorant child, [Who else can if you can't? ]
After 1 minute, Tu Ge, the black fan leader who focused on Meng Chu, immediately found out: [Meng Chu is live broadcasting? ]
[Um. ]
In just one home, Meng Jiao could hear the movement outside.
Today is sunny but not glaring, Meng Chu is sitting in the garden with a device to broadcast live.
"The results will be released soon, I am very nervous, but I want to witness with everyone."
The barrage is the scene of a large rainbow fart.
[Xiao Chu is such a fan!Love you! ! ! ]
[Is it the garden at Xiaochu’s house? It’s so beautiful]
[Rich, good looking and talented, Xiao Chu is really a textbook prince]
[Come on Xiaochu, you can definitely do it. ]
The summer light is just right, after all, it is the protagonist who suffers, as long as Meng Chu does not do some disgusting behavior, Meng Jiao will calmly admit that the other party is a sick beauty.
"Don't brag, everyone, I'm too shy. I just need to prove my strength and I'll be satisfied."
"thanks for your support."
"Actually, my cousin also participated in this competition. I hope he can also achieve good results."
Meng Jiao who was suddenly caught by the cue:?
Tu Ge, who was chatting and watching the live broadcast, also sent a question mark: [? ? ?Why did he suddenly mention that you are getting ready for the Raza? ]
Meng Jiao comforted him with a good temper: [If you don't like it, don't watch it. ]
Tu Ge refused: [You don't understand, this is called public opinion observation, which is convenient for timely response. From the moment you participated in the competition, I have honorably assumed the mission of being your manager! ]
Meng Jiao didn't quite understand where the strong sense of faith came from, but let him go.
The sofa beside him sagged to a certain degree, and Meng Zhenhua came to him, staring at the phone bitterly.
"Don't be nervous. If there is no result, don't be sad. Grandpa has received this kindness. You can swipe the card that grandpa gave you."
Meng Zhenhua swore that this was the most gentle speech he had ever spoken in his life, but he was unbelievably nervous.
It's not just about comparing with Meng Chu or trying to argue with him. Meng Jiao usually does things carelessly, and it's rare for him to work hard for him. He simply hopes to gain something.
Meng Jiao looked at Meng Zhenhua's slightly shaking hand, without laughing, she held the old man's hand silently.
The clock struck twelve, and the bird in the wall clock hanging on the wall came out on time to report the time.
After a second of weird silence, Meng Jiao's phone screen lit up:
Tu Ge crazily Didi him on the chat software: [Jiao!I drop Jiao!Avatar!Contemporary Da Vinci! ]
Meng Jiao clicked on the screenshot he sent.
The official website has updated the list of candidates for the preliminary round of the Venice Competition, and the traditional default name order for many years is the ranking of the preliminary round.
[Hahahahahahaha Meng Chu has already reached the dozens!I only saw him when I scrolled down the list to the back of the old man!Happy!I'm popping a bottle of champagne to celebrate! ]
Before Meng Chu clicked on the official website, he subconsciously looked up at Meng Jiao in the room. The other party was replying to someone with a smile on his face, and when he caught his gaze, he nodded slightly as a response.
His heart sank suddenly, his fingers refreshed the webpage coldly, and his lips pursed.
Meng Jiao is No.1.
And he.
He rolled backwards for a long time.
Only then did I find my name near the end.
[How about it?How about it? ]
[Is there a result? ]
[emmmm doesn't seem very good, is this list ranked in order, Xiao Chu is at the bottom]
[The judges have no vision, is it a shady scene?]
[Who is No.1 MengJiao]
Meng Chu caught a glimpse of the last sentence, and suddenly shed tears, sobbed aloud, said "I'm sorry", and hurriedly turned off the live broadcast.
Shocked, Meng Zhenhua picked out his ears.
What a superb cry.
Immediately he eccentrically turned unhappy again: Why are you crying!Meng Jiao got good grades, which is a great joy!Don't cry!
"Let's go."
Meng Jiao pulls up to Meng Zhenhua.
Meng Yunjie who heard the cry had already rushed over after hearing the news, Meng Jiao didn't want the old man to be angry with him.
Meng Zhenhua's heart softened suddenly.
In fact, Meng Jiao is a very well-behaved child, and those who are cared for by him can clearly feel that kind of preference.
"Where is the card you said you would give me? Let's go, let's go to the mall!" Meng Jiao turned her head.
Meng Zhenhua's heart was instantly hardened.
The semi-finals require the contestants to arrive in Italy to create on-site, and the organizer will contract the air tickets, board and lodging for the contestants.Meng Jiao and Meng Chu are both from City A, and the staff booked the same flight for them after consulting their opinions.
The thing that prostitutes for free is incense, Meng Jiao is now very satisfied that he has signed up for this competition.
Meng Zhenhua complained about Meng Jiao's little prodigal stuff, but in fact he cared more than anyone else, and gave Meng Jiao a card to swipe hard in Italy.
The airport is a place to witness parting and reunion. Meng Zhenhua only told Meng Jiao, "Don't cause trouble, don't let the Italian police arrest you too."
Meng Jiao;...
Shouldn't be.
In contrast, Meng Chu's place seemed full of affection.
After the results of the preliminary competition came out, Meng Chuguan cried for a long time in the room, cheered up by everyone's comfort.Even at this moment, Meng Yunjie is still comforting in a gentle voice, his voice is not restrained at all:
"It's okay, art often encounters disagreements."
Meng Zhenhua stood aside and choked back: "Ajiao, beauty is common, keep working hard."
Seeing that the disappointment on Meng Chu's face had not dissipated, Meng Yunjie lowered his voice: "Xiao Chu, it's okay, it's just a small setback. Your teacher told me that he will also appear in the Venice competition."
Meng Chu looked up, surprise flashed in his eyes: "You mean Teacher Carl?"
Meng Yunjie nodded with a smile.
The old man was old and deaf, so he couldn't hear what they were muttering, but Meng Jiao could roughly infer what they were talking about from a few words combined with the plot he had seen.
The so-called group pets, in addition to love, family affection, and friendship, there are various other feelings, such as teacher-student love.
One of the judges for the rematch of the Venice Competition was Meng Chu's mentor abroad, Karl.Karl doted on this student very much, supported Meng Chu at the final juncture, and lobbied other judges to give their votes to Meng Chu, and finally cast a crucial vote.
Meng Chu's award has his great credit.
Meng Chu was overjoyed at the upcoming appearance of his mentor, and suddenly became happy.
"Why didn't brother come?" He collected himself and looked around.
"Say something has to be busy." Mentioning Meng Jinyan, Meng Yunjie's tone is obviously not as gentle as before. After all, an adopted son is no better than a parent and son. In his eyes, nothing can compare to Meng Chu.
Meng Chu quickly covered up for Meng Jinyan: "It's okay, my brother also wants to help Dad, he apologized to me in advance, Dad don't be angry."
"You just face him." Meng Yunjie scolded.
The scene of father and son loving each other as a family is very warm.
But Meng Jiao dragged the suitcase and didn't give up at all, and he didn't act like a baby, so Meng Zhenhua couldn't help scolding, "Little heartless".
Meng Jiao looked around at the scene of entrusting each other with earnest expectations, and thoughtfully, he also put forward his own wish, and carried out his "conscience" to the end: "Next time I want to take a private plane, give me a private plane for my birthday. "
Meng Zhenhua wanted to kick Meng Jiao.
The time is almost up, they are about to leave, Meng Jiao leaned over and hugged Meng Zhenhua, with a clean boyish air:
"Old man, wait for me to come back with the prize and give it to you to play."
Meng Zhenhua snorted and waved his hand in disgust.
When Meng Jiao disappeared, he took out his mobile phone and quickly started searching for the helicopter.
The staff probably considered that the two were both contestants, and the seats were subtly arranged together. It was impossible for Meng Jiao and Meng Chu to have any common topics. After boarding the plane, Meng Jiao took out the blindfold and prepared to sleep.
"Ajiao." Meng Chu didn't intend to let him go, and called out his name as if he was mentally prepared.
Mistake, as long as you close your eyes a second earlier, you can pretend to be asleep, but now you can't pretend!
"I've been in a bad mood these days, and I haven't congratulated you on winning No.1. Congratulations." Meng Chu's voice of humiliation floated into his ears faintly.
"Oh." Meng Jiao answered as a reply.
"But I will do my best for the semi-finals!" Meng Chu said.
"Come on." Meng Jiao stuck the blindfold in front of his eyes, his small face was almost covered, he casually said something perfunctory, and turned over as if he wanted to rest.
Meng Chu maintained the original posture facing Meng Jiao, and let it go for a while.
Meng Jiao is always so light and indifferent, and can easily grab other people's attention.
"Why did you take my things?" Unknowingly, he said what was in his heart.
Meng Jiao pulled off the blindfold and kept talking endlessly, right?
"Take what? Competition No.1?" He asked with a frown.
Looking at Meng Chu's hesitant expression, it seemed that there were more than that. Meng Jiao tentatively reported a few names: "Grandpa? Jiang Yuenian? Meng Jinyan?"
Meng Chu's expression showed that he guessed right, Meng Jiao shrugged: "I don't have the guts to do anything illegal."
He kindly reminded: "Meng Chu, if you feel sad, it's better to improve your strength. Your talent is not enough to work hard enough, but you are not that hardworking."
Meng Chu was spoiled and spoiled, and Meng Yunjie was worried about his body and never let him spend too much time on one thing. The time he spent on painting was not much compared to some people who achieved success, but It just caught up with the traffic era and was promoted.
Meng Chu's lips turned pale.
How could he have no talent?
Everyone has praised him for his savvy in painting since he was a child.
Meng Jiao seemed to know what he was thinking, and turned his back on him: "I only praised you when I was young. When you grow up, will there be any professional things that praised you?"
Meng Chu suddenly became gloomy, his heart was in a mess, and he tried his best to go back to his memory, but he found that Meng Jiao seemed to be right.
KO
Meng Jiao, who was said to be autistic, solved his worries and cut off the possibility of Meng Chu talking to him again, and went to sleep satisfied.
When he arrived in Venice, he was full of energy, but looking at Meng Chu, he was as emaciated as a wilted grass.
"Adonis!" Yaoyao called, and Meng Chu looked up.
A foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes, about 50 years old, greeted him.
"Teacher!" Meng Chu rushed over.
"Long time no see." Karl was very kind to this oriental student.
Meng Jiao didn't have time to spend with them, so he had already taken a taxi back to the hotel to stay.
Carl only showed up for a short time, but Meng Chu had the strength to support him. He no longer had the skeptical look he had just got off the plane, and he had the energy to cheer up and socialize.
The competition team thoughtfully prepared a few days of rest for the players to cope with jet lag, and the hotel they stayed in was a five-star hotel. The players had already known each other at afternoon tea for several days.
Mengchu felt popular again in the country. As long as he revealed that he was a student of Mr. Carl, everyone would be happy to listen to him.Moreover, the handsome guy with deep eyes and high nose in Italy is very good at sweet talk, when he speaks to him with his blue eyes open, even if he has his own heart, he can't help but blush and heartbeat.
Most importantly, he rarely met Meng Jiao.
"Who is Meng Jiao? Why have I never seen him." A boy who gathered for afternoon tea asked.
No.1 is still very popular.
But those present hardly encountered him.
"Is the Meng Jiao you are talking about an oriental face? He is very beautiful. I have seen him, and he always carries all kinds of shopping bags." One of the girls said.
Meng Xiaojiao walks alone, going back and forth between the hotel, shopping malls and duty-free shops persistently every day, and it is true that few people can meet him.
"Adonis, do you know him?" They asked Meng Chu, who was also an oriental face, from one place.
Meng Chu didn't want to have anything to do with Meng Jiao, but he couldn't hide what was on the surface, so he could only choose his words carefully and said: "I am related to him, but he has always been very proud and doesn't like to be with me. Let’s talk together, I can’t persuade him.”
"Arrogant, such a person is doomed to fail." The boy who had a heated fight with Meng Chu frowned.
Meng Chu also hoped so.
There is still a chance to recover from the loss in the preliminary round. If it is not him in the semi-finals, he feels that he will be hit hard.
"When you say that, I have an impression. Last time I went out for a morning run, I saw him go fishing with a fishing rod." Others also thought of it, "I don't think he is withdrawn. Greeted me with a smile, brilliant as Apollo."
"Fishing? Is he crazy?"
Someone whispered: "Venice is a city of water, so fishing is quite normal."
Others: ...indeed.
A little outrageous and a little reasonable.
After some discussion, they defined Meng Jiao as a strange and handsome guy with a maverick and a mystery.
At dusk one day, Meng Chu saw Meng Jiao from a distance in front of the hotel.
Meng Jiao was wearing a tracksuit and was talking and laughing with a gray-haired and slightly fat foreigner. The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful, and his eyes were squinted.
When Meng Chu walked a little closer, he could hear the old man's constant compliments to Meng Jiao, similar to the rainbow farts common to foreigners, "Your fishing skills are amazing, every time you are a big fish" "You are so beautiful, with such young fishing skills It’s still so good, you are the fishing god.”
Meng Jiao was a little helpless and perfunctory.
Not doing business.
Contempt flashed in Meng Chu's heart, and he stepped forward to say hello: "Ajiao, why haven't I seen you for a long time?"
"You probably don't want to see me that much." Meng Jiao replied politely.
They spoke Chinese, and the old foreigner listened quietly with a smile on his face.
Meng Chu switched to English and after the old man introduced himself, he said generously: "I am his cousin, how is your chat with Ajiao? He has never been abroad, and his English may not be very good. Do you need my help to translate?" ?”
The foreigner's name is Norman, and his English has a heavy accent: "Ah, it's okay, we don't speak English."
"You can speak Chinese?" Meng Chu was puzzled.
Norman shook his head and gave Meng Jiao a thumbs up: "He is very powerful, and he will communicate with me in Italian."
Meng Chu's confident expression was stuck, as if he was suddenly punched in the face while walking on the road, green and red: "It's... is it? Ajiao is really powerful."
Meng Jiao laughed out loud.
Meng Chu straightened his expression and continued to speak: "Ajiao, the competition is coming up soon, why don't you practice more, it's hard to make it to the semi-finals, at least you can't..."
His eyes fell on Meng Jiao who was empty-handed, obviously he didn't approve of his playthings.
"Are you also a contestant in the Venice Art Competition?" Norman asked based on Meng Chu's eyes, guessing their possible chat topics.
"Yes." Meng Chu nodded.
"Come on." Norman encouraged with a smile, "Everyone has their own way of finding inspiration, and it's not bad for him to do so."
Meng Chu didn't respond.
Norman could tell that Meng Chu didn't listen:
"Oh, kid, you are too tight, and art is not hard and concave."
No matter at home or abroad, more than one person has said similar things to him, as if he is doomed to fail.
Will not.
With the support of the teacher and his own strength, he will never miss success again.
Looking at Meng Chu's appearance, Meng Jiao knew that he didn't listen to other people's good intentions.
Meng Chu prefers to be other people's teachers, but he doesn't like others to be his teachers to teach himself.
"Norman, I'm going back first." Meng Jiao turned and said goodbye.
Norman politely gave a gentleman's salute: "It's a pleasure meeting you. Next time you go fishing, call me. In return, I can take you to the sea."
Meng Jiao readily agreed.
Meng Chu also wanted to laugh when he heard that, Meng Jiao’s savagery could beat him with an orthodox academic background. The judges must have misjudged him before. Now that there is a teacher, everything will be different, and the glory will be returned to him soon.
With a cold face, he stopped wasting time with them.
The days flew by with everyone's bloody emotions. Apart from the start of the competition, Meng Jiao went to the scene to complete a cycle of creation, and continued to travel alone. He visited Italy all by himself until the result of the competition came out. that day.
In addition to awarding honors to the winners, the judging committee of the competition directly held a painting exhibition to display the entries. After the contestants arrived at the scene, they would find out the final ranking of their paintings.
Meng Chu deliberately changed into a suit, dressed up and arrived at the art exhibition.
He was excited and apprehensive.
Last night, Meng Yunjie also deliberately called across time zones to tell him that he had arranged for reporters to take pictures, and immediately sent back to China to issue a press release to celebrate his success.
The whole process of judging was kept secret, even if his teacher was there, he couldn't find out any news, which was also the source of his anxiety.
The door of the exhibition hall slowly opened.
The room is quiet, and the air conditioner is fully air-conditioned, and it suddenly enters the room, which arouses goosebumps all over the body.
Meng Chu covered his heart with his hands, his heartbeat rumbling violently in his chest.
In the middle of the walk in, there is a painting.
Meng Chu stepped forward, looked up like a group of people standing in front of it, his palms gradually clenched the fabric of the clothes on his chest.
Navy blue, lake blue and other deep and light colors, the vast sea and one hand resting on the edge of the reef, with a calm face like a sleeping mermaid.
Extremely shockingly beautiful.
But not his.
who is it!
Meng Chu forcefully pushed aside the crowd, ignoring the angry scolding of the people around him, and stared blankly at it.
Meng Jiao,
gold medal.
The evaluations of people around him drilled into his ears:
"The colors of this sea are really well used. The Mediterranean Sea is indeed not always green or blue. He even painted the scales of the fish where the wind and waves are calm."
"The mermaid is suffocating in the sea, the theme of environmental protection? It's so real, I can't breathe well."
"The hand hanging on the reef reminds me of the arm of Jesus carved by Michelangelo."
"Wow, isn't the picture next to him also belonged to this person?"
Meng Chu looked over.
Different from the work that won the gold medal, this one has a dark and strange style, with gray and black tones, and the facial features of the dying person are not clear, only the closed eyes and the withered branches that are tightly grasping the bed sheet can be seen. hand.
Meng Jiao,
"Portrait"
Preliminary works.
"I heard that the judging group liked this picture so much that they asked the contestants to mail it from their home countries to the exhibition picture."
"It should be the deceased who died in the hospital. There are several dark red to dry spots on his body. He may have just had an operation. I don't know what it has to do with the artist?"
Meng Chu took a closer look, and the black hole-like facial features of the figure attracted people like black holes, making people breathless, as if they were staring into the abyss, and the small moles at the end of the eyebrows were clearly located.
That was clearly Meng Jiao herself!
He was crazy to paint his own portrait!
What about his?
Even if there is no gold award, maybe it is just a bad move that won the silver or bronze award.
"Where is yours?" Looking around, Meng Jiao stood in front of the corner and waved to him.
Meng Chu felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he almost couldn't move in just a few steps.
"Winner, congratulations." Meng Jiao had a smile on his face, which seemed extremely mocking in Meng Chu's eyes.
He squeezed out word by word: "Are you humiliating me?"
Meng Jiao's smile was bright and sunny, and he didn't care about his anger at all: "Angry? That day when I saw grandpa collapsed, I was a hundred times more angry than you are now, or you should be sensible and don't mess with us again, or I can let you die again in this life. And I don't want to see your beloved paintings."
Looking at each other for a moment, Meng Chu had never seen a truly indifferent expression on Meng Jiao's face, but at this moment he clearly saw a shy and humble self in Meng Jiao's calm and condescending eyes.
"What do you think of my paintings?"
Following Meng Jiao's line of sight, Meng Jiao was asking about his "Portrait".
"Are you crazy?" Meng Chu felt that Meng Jiao was a complete lunatic.Whether it's a person or a painting, it's simply grandstanding for the sake of the competition.
Why is documentary literature still being scolded?
Didn't the original owner just die like that?
Meng Jiao's eyebrows showed doubts.
"Honey, let me introduce you." He heard someone beckon Meng Jiao to come over.
Meng Chu's eyes wandered in the air for a long time, and slowly moved to Meng Jiao, who was talking and laughing.
The darling of the lights.
The word flashed through his mind unconsciously.
Jealousy climbed into his heart like a snake, hissing and spitting.
Suddenly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he opened his round eyes and pulled the companion who was also visiting beside him: "Isn't that Norman?"
The companion took a closer look: "Norman is here too, I have to go and see if I can take a photo with him!"
"Who is he!" Meng Chu asked.
The companion thought that Meng Chu could tell the other party's name that he must know each other, and suddenly such a question popped up, and he answered with some doubts: "Norman is the proposer of this competition, and now he has few paintings, and he is committed to creating Various art funds to help fellow art students."
Meng Chu swallowed, and hurriedly said: "Meng Jiao knows him, I have seen Meng Jiao go out with him many times, they..."
The companion heard his subtext, and looked at him questioningly: "Adonis, what are you talking about? The teacher is not the judge of this competition at all. He has always been fair. You can't maliciously speculate on a respected old man like this."
"Isn't he one of the organizers of this competition? He must have the right to speak..." Meng Chu was not reconciled, "You don't know how good Meng Jiao is."
Could it be that Meng Zhenhua was coaxed by Meng Jiao's sweet talk, wishing he could pluck the stars and send the moon to him.
The companion's brows were deeply frowned, as if seeing Meng Chu who was full of panic and anger for the first time: "I don't understand why you have such an idea? I also doubted Meng Jiao's level before, but after the exhibition I It’s not so arrogant to think that he is good, his level is indeed better than ours.”
After arguing again, the companion couldn't help but raised his voice and reprimanded him: "You are simply unreasonable! Only people with dirty hearts have the same dirty thoughts, whether it is the reputation of Master Norman or the glory of the Venice Competition." Let you defile! I really regret knowing you!"
He threw Meng Chu away angrily.
The people nearby heard the same pointing and avoided him, and they were extremely disdainful.
Meng Chu gritted his teeth silently on the spot, and rushed forward to stop Meng Jiao.
"Meng Jiao." Unwillingly, he called out Meng Jiao's name in full, straight as if he wanted to see through Meng Jiao, "Did you know Master Norman a long time ago, so you deliberately got to know him?"
It must be like this, Meng Jiao has a purpose in everything he does, otherwise why would he go out to play every day after arriving in Venice?Maybe he had already inquired about it a long time ago, and made a special trip to get acquainted with Norman.
Meng Jiao shook his head.
Meng Chu didn't believe it, Meng Jiao must be faking it!
"I did, however, make a suggestion to Norman."
Meng Chu's eyes lit up with hope.
"I suggest that Norman pay attention to the fairness of the judges' scoring." Meng Jiao lowered his head and smiled.
Meng Chu saw a bit of banter in it, he took a step back, tears welling from his eyes.
In a foreign country, the people around were surprised to see him crying but did not come forward to comfort him, only the most hated Meng Jiao stood opposite him, he felt that he was abandoned by the whole world.
He walked out the door quickly, trying to put his head back to let the tears disappear, and dialed his teacher's phone number.
beep.
After the phone rang for a long time, it was strange that it was not connected.
The author says:
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