When he opened the door, a bright white and cold light came into his eyes from the other end of the entrance.
Ling Qingyuan glanced at that direction, took off his shoes slowly, and walked into the living room.
mom
The woman sitting on the sand ring's chest did not look back and spoke in a bad voice: So late?
Ling Qingyuan stopped: There was a traffic jam on the way back
Traffic jam? Qiu Shanhua's voice is very soft, come here
He walked to the sand as he said, his face calm as if something was fermenting in the air, vaguely, unable to explain clearly
Are you very strange? I should be out of town today
Qiu Shanhua raised his eyes. The boy in front of him did not show any abnormality. This made her originally angry eyes clear. I called your teacher.
Oh, Ling Qingyuan responded calmly, then raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: Which one?
What is 'which one'? Qiu Shanhua's tone of indictment suddenly became so uncertain
You probably called Teacher Qi? Ling Qingyuan smiled gently and raised his hand to unbutton a shirt: Can I wash my face and change my clothes first? It's too hot this day
He guessed right, Qiu Shanhua naturally called the teacher who led their school activities, but he heard that he had obviously called the wrong person. This reduced the heat in his heart a little bit, so he waved his hand and let him go
After washing his face, he was still changing clothes in the bedroom. Qiu Shanhua continued to ask through the corridor: Teacher Qi said you left after the event. He did not arrange an interview. Where did you go?
Teacher Qi did not follow the car after the event today. How did he know if I left?
Ling Qingyuan's voice rose from the other end of the door crack: The interview was notified by another teacher. The teachers in the conference center said it was a temporary interview.
In fact, when the meeting ended today, Teacher Qi, who led the team, did take a step forward and asked another teacher to arrange their return trip, so there was no way to confirm whether Ling Qingyuan got in the car. He took this opportunity to escape. This set of lies is mixed, and it is even more elusive.
Since I am a teacher at the conference center, I can't find a confirmation
However, in this way, she turned off the original banquet and rushed back to question her son and seemed nervous?
No matter how much Qiu Shanhua thought, he felt something was wrong. He was getting up and wanted to ask him for a few more questions, but he saw Ling Qingyuan walking down the stairs with his handrail.
What's going on with your legs?
Ling Qingyuan was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. There was a faint purple-red bruise above the knees and below the trouser legs. Because he was condescending, the trace just jumped into Qiu Shanhua's sight and was revealed by her.
Hum? Ling Qingyuan looked down and shrugged with a smile: I was walking around and hitting the table while waiting for the interview. Ah, didn’t you tell me?
Qiu Shanhua frowned and worriedly: Go and get the medicine, why are you so careless
There was indeed such a thing in my memory. Now Qiu Shanhua has nothing to say, let alone the injury is in her son's body and the pain is in her mother's heart. Now she is all about Ling Qingyuan's wound. In her heart, her son should be flawless and perfect. Even if it is just a scar on her body, it should not belong to him.
Ling Qingyuan happened to walk to her at this time: There is nothing big about it, it’s just a little scratch. Didn’t you have a video of the event before? I couldn’t get the video for a while, but there are some photos here
He showed the pictures on his phone to his mother, and after drawing a few pictures, he froze on a photo with a woman about thirty years old. Qiu Shanhua felt that the man looked familiar.
This is the reporter who interviewed me. Ling Qingyuan glanced at Qiu Shanhua who was trying to find a female identity from his memory. The corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, from the provincial TV station...
Oh, yes, what did Choi come from the "Vision" show
Seeing the doubts on Qiu Shanhua's face faded away, Ling Qingyuan, who achieved his goal, put away his phone: I'll give it to you later.
He remembered a few hours before the event started, when he ended the reporter's brief interview at the door of the conference hall
Sorry, I was a little excited for the first time I was interviewed by the provincial station. Can I take a photo together?
At that time, he was humble and polite, and with such a handsome face that he could not make any mistakes, naturally no one would refuse
Of course he was not really excited, nor could he expect his mother to put down the banquet and rushed back. Everything was just a rainy day.
Even if my mother really meets this reporter named Cui in the future, it doesn't matter, because she has indeed interviewed him.
You go and do your business first, I'm fine here
A big stone was put down in my heart. Qiu Shanhua remembered the banquet that he had just given up, and some things still had to be dealt with, so he was no longer able to get to the bottom of it.
OK Ling Qingyuan was gentle and sensible as usual, as if the person who had argued with his mother on the phone was another person
He turned around and stepped back onto the steps, and a curve rose on the corner of his mouth inadvertently, but suddenly he froze at the end of the sentence coming from behind.
Yuanyuan, no matter what, don’t contact your sister in private, she will soon not be a member of our family.
Qiu Shanhua stared at his son's back, but still reminded him with concern.
Ling Qingyuan turned halfway, stood up and down the steps, and his tone was a little light: Not from our family?
She had been dating Shen Yu for a while. Mr. Chen said that Shen Yu had been dealing with women for less than a week on weekdays. It seems that he should treat your sister differently this time. If he did a good job, maybe he would get engaged in a few months. You know that she is a... Speaking of this, Qiu Shanhua's mouth moved, but she still didn't say it clearly. In addition, she has also taken the college entrance examination. No matter what her grades are, she should always be admitted to a school? It would be nice to let her leave our house early.
Ling Qingyuan's hand holding the handrail was slowly tightening
Today you may not be able to listen to what your mother says, but one day you will understand that your mother is doing it for your own good.
Although she tried hard to prevent the two from getting in contact, she still watched her excellent son, and her relationship with her mother and son was affected by the emotional daughter. Qiu Shanhua's original feeling of indebtedness to Ling Sinan was gone.
How she wants to make trouble is her business, but that must not involve her baby son
...For my goodness? Another faint tone raised, Ling Qingyuan raised his chin, who is it for? Mom, you should know better than me
Qiu Shanhua heard the tone that was gradually familiar recently, and his brows frowned into the Sichuan word: Yuanyuan, you are talking to your mother with this attitude again!
So what attitude should I use?
He turned completely, walked down the steps step by step, and his high tone overflowed with each step: Yes, OK, you are right, I will... Is it comfortable to hear these words? Is it very fulfilling to create a doll with your own hands, right?
……
……
A fleeting silence
Ling...Ling!Qing!Yuan!How did you talk to me!
Qiu Shanhua was stunned for a moment, almost shocked by his rushing momentum. He took a step back to awaken his consciousness. With his eyes wide open, she angrily scolded: I give you the best of everything... I don't owe you anything to eat, dress, and use, I don't owe you anything, you actually...
That's not the case with her son
Her son has always been well-behaved and smart, and has the best learning and well-educated. What is important is...
Never disobey her
This is the best achievement in her life, and everyone envies
The flames are ignited from the depths, and are aided inflating, spreading into an indelible piece
Qiu Shanhua covered his chest and breathed rapidly, obviously he was very angry.
Confinement... She seemed to remember something, and suddenly pointed at the small dark room next to the entrance. You need to reflect on it... Go in.
It must be because she has been too indulging him recently. It must be because his sister told her something, stop the loss in time, as long as stop the loss in time...
Ling Qingyuan smiled suddenly
You really love me, Ah, Mom, the corners of her mouth curled up one side, he slowly passed by her mother and walked towards the entrance, ... 100,000
What?
In this country, 100,000 teenagers die of suicide every year, with an average of 2 people committing suicide every minute and 8 people committing suicide attempts every minute.
Ling Qingyuan's voice was turbulent, like boiled water filtered with impurities, which was sluggish and tasteless: Today's speech manuscript
Qiu Shanhua stared at his every move, and a tremor of fear arose from the bottom of his heart.
Yuan……
Ling Qingyuan did not leave the entrance hall, but stood by the confinement room and took a deep breath.
Ah, what am I talking about?
He raised his eyes, smiled lightly, and glanced at the confinement room lazily
Then he suddenly kicked the closed wooden door and kicked it hard
A deafening sound made Qiu Shanhua so scared that he almost screamed to the ground
The door lock was kicked away violently, and the door slammed into the wall and bounced back
The broken door hinge made the door's rotation track twist a little, making a creaking sound
I probably want to say
A pair of eyes raised sharply is fearless
This door
It can't hold me
Ling Qingyuan glanced at that direction, took off his shoes slowly, and walked into the living room.
mom
The woman sitting on the sand ring's chest did not look back and spoke in a bad voice: So late?
Ling Qingyuan stopped: There was a traffic jam on the way back
Traffic jam? Qiu Shanhua's voice is very soft, come here
He walked to the sand as he said, his face calm as if something was fermenting in the air, vaguely, unable to explain clearly
Are you very strange? I should be out of town today
Qiu Shanhua raised his eyes. The boy in front of him did not show any abnormality. This made her originally angry eyes clear. I called your teacher.
Oh, Ling Qingyuan responded calmly, then raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: Which one?
What is 'which one'? Qiu Shanhua's tone of indictment suddenly became so uncertain
You probably called Teacher Qi? Ling Qingyuan smiled gently and raised his hand to unbutton a shirt: Can I wash my face and change my clothes first? It's too hot this day
He guessed right, Qiu Shanhua naturally called the teacher who led their school activities, but he heard that he had obviously called the wrong person. This reduced the heat in his heart a little bit, so he waved his hand and let him go
After washing his face, he was still changing clothes in the bedroom. Qiu Shanhua continued to ask through the corridor: Teacher Qi said you left after the event. He did not arrange an interview. Where did you go?
Teacher Qi did not follow the car after the event today. How did he know if I left?
Ling Qingyuan's voice rose from the other end of the door crack: The interview was notified by another teacher. The teachers in the conference center said it was a temporary interview.
In fact, when the meeting ended today, Teacher Qi, who led the team, did take a step forward and asked another teacher to arrange their return trip, so there was no way to confirm whether Ling Qingyuan got in the car. He took this opportunity to escape. This set of lies is mixed, and it is even more elusive.
Since I am a teacher at the conference center, I can't find a confirmation
However, in this way, she turned off the original banquet and rushed back to question her son and seemed nervous?
No matter how much Qiu Shanhua thought, he felt something was wrong. He was getting up and wanted to ask him for a few more questions, but he saw Ling Qingyuan walking down the stairs with his handrail.
What's going on with your legs?
Ling Qingyuan was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. There was a faint purple-red bruise above the knees and below the trouser legs. Because he was condescending, the trace just jumped into Qiu Shanhua's sight and was revealed by her.
Hum? Ling Qingyuan looked down and shrugged with a smile: I was walking around and hitting the table while waiting for the interview. Ah, didn’t you tell me?
Qiu Shanhua frowned and worriedly: Go and get the medicine, why are you so careless
There was indeed such a thing in my memory. Now Qiu Shanhua has nothing to say, let alone the injury is in her son's body and the pain is in her mother's heart. Now she is all about Ling Qingyuan's wound. In her heart, her son should be flawless and perfect. Even if it is just a scar on her body, it should not belong to him.
Ling Qingyuan happened to walk to her at this time: There is nothing big about it, it’s just a little scratch. Didn’t you have a video of the event before? I couldn’t get the video for a while, but there are some photos here
He showed the pictures on his phone to his mother, and after drawing a few pictures, he froze on a photo with a woman about thirty years old. Qiu Shanhua felt that the man looked familiar.
This is the reporter who interviewed me. Ling Qingyuan glanced at Qiu Shanhua who was trying to find a female identity from his memory. The corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, from the provincial TV station...
Oh, yes, what did Choi come from the "Vision" show
Seeing the doubts on Qiu Shanhua's face faded away, Ling Qingyuan, who achieved his goal, put away his phone: I'll give it to you later.
He remembered a few hours before the event started, when he ended the reporter's brief interview at the door of the conference hall
Sorry, I was a little excited for the first time I was interviewed by the provincial station. Can I take a photo together?
At that time, he was humble and polite, and with such a handsome face that he could not make any mistakes, naturally no one would refuse
Of course he was not really excited, nor could he expect his mother to put down the banquet and rushed back. Everything was just a rainy day.
Even if my mother really meets this reporter named Cui in the future, it doesn't matter, because she has indeed interviewed him.
You go and do your business first, I'm fine here
A big stone was put down in my heart. Qiu Shanhua remembered the banquet that he had just given up, and some things still had to be dealt with, so he was no longer able to get to the bottom of it.
OK Ling Qingyuan was gentle and sensible as usual, as if the person who had argued with his mother on the phone was another person
He turned around and stepped back onto the steps, and a curve rose on the corner of his mouth inadvertently, but suddenly he froze at the end of the sentence coming from behind.
Yuanyuan, no matter what, don’t contact your sister in private, she will soon not be a member of our family.
Qiu Shanhua stared at his son's back, but still reminded him with concern.
Ling Qingyuan turned halfway, stood up and down the steps, and his tone was a little light: Not from our family?
She had been dating Shen Yu for a while. Mr. Chen said that Shen Yu had been dealing with women for less than a week on weekdays. It seems that he should treat your sister differently this time. If he did a good job, maybe he would get engaged in a few months. You know that she is a... Speaking of this, Qiu Shanhua's mouth moved, but she still didn't say it clearly. In addition, she has also taken the college entrance examination. No matter what her grades are, she should always be admitted to a school? It would be nice to let her leave our house early.
Ling Qingyuan's hand holding the handrail was slowly tightening
Today you may not be able to listen to what your mother says, but one day you will understand that your mother is doing it for your own good.
Although she tried hard to prevent the two from getting in contact, she still watched her excellent son, and her relationship with her mother and son was affected by the emotional daughter. Qiu Shanhua's original feeling of indebtedness to Ling Sinan was gone.
How she wants to make trouble is her business, but that must not involve her baby son
...For my goodness? Another faint tone raised, Ling Qingyuan raised his chin, who is it for? Mom, you should know better than me
Qiu Shanhua heard the tone that was gradually familiar recently, and his brows frowned into the Sichuan word: Yuanyuan, you are talking to your mother with this attitude again!
So what attitude should I use?
He turned completely, walked down the steps step by step, and his high tone overflowed with each step: Yes, OK, you are right, I will... Is it comfortable to hear these words? Is it very fulfilling to create a doll with your own hands, right?
……
……
A fleeting silence
Ling...Ling!Qing!Yuan!How did you talk to me!
Qiu Shanhua was stunned for a moment, almost shocked by his rushing momentum. He took a step back to awaken his consciousness. With his eyes wide open, she angrily scolded: I give you the best of everything... I don't owe you anything to eat, dress, and use, I don't owe you anything, you actually...
That's not the case with her son
Her son has always been well-behaved and smart, and has the best learning and well-educated. What is important is...
Never disobey her
This is the best achievement in her life, and everyone envies
The flames are ignited from the depths, and are aided inflating, spreading into an indelible piece
Qiu Shanhua covered his chest and breathed rapidly, obviously he was very angry.
Confinement... She seemed to remember something, and suddenly pointed at the small dark room next to the entrance. You need to reflect on it... Go in.
It must be because she has been too indulging him recently. It must be because his sister told her something, stop the loss in time, as long as stop the loss in time...
Ling Qingyuan smiled suddenly
You really love me, Ah, Mom, the corners of her mouth curled up one side, he slowly passed by her mother and walked towards the entrance, ... 100,000
What?
In this country, 100,000 teenagers die of suicide every year, with an average of 2 people committing suicide every minute and 8 people committing suicide attempts every minute.
Ling Qingyuan's voice was turbulent, like boiled water filtered with impurities, which was sluggish and tasteless: Today's speech manuscript
Qiu Shanhua stared at his every move, and a tremor of fear arose from the bottom of his heart.
Yuan……
Ling Qingyuan did not leave the entrance hall, but stood by the confinement room and took a deep breath.
Ah, what am I talking about?
He raised his eyes, smiled lightly, and glanced at the confinement room lazily
Then he suddenly kicked the closed wooden door and kicked it hard
A deafening sound made Qiu Shanhua so scared that he almost screamed to the ground
The door lock was kicked away violently, and the door slammed into the wall and bounced back
The broken door hinge made the door's rotation track twist a little, making a creaking sound
I probably want to say
A pair of eyes raised sharply is fearless
This door
It can't hold me
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