The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

  Chapter 401 Lin Fengmian (two more)

  Ye Ci's illness this time came suddenly and violently.

  The doctor said it was caused by emotional anxiety, too much pressure, and weakened body immunity.

  She was in the hospital, her condition repeated, and she lost a lot of weight.

  The most important thing is that her mental state has become very bad.

  Ye Ming followed the doctor’s advice and took her to consult a psychiatrist.

  The question is big or small, but not small.

  Ye Ci's depression is too heavy, and she needs to see a psychologist regularly for counseling.

  However, Ye Ming concealed these things very tightly.

  Except for the Ye family, no one else knows.

  Ning Li's life is the same as before, and she goes to school every day.

  In a blink of an eye, two weeks later, the weather gradually warmed up.

  On the Internet, the popularity of Ye Ci's cheating and venting questions has finally fallen a little bit.

At   Second Middle School, everyone has refocused on learning.

  Especially the third year of high school.

  The distance to the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer, and their course arrangements are getting more and more tense.

  The college entrance examination countdown sign posted in the corridor, the number is decreasing every day.

  This day is Friday night.

  Ning Li was writing an English volume, He Xiaochen sneaked out his mobile phone, blocked it with a book, plugged in headphones, and read it.

  Ning Li finished writing the last question, and she just ran out of refills.

  She took out a new one from the stationery bag and replaced it.

  At this moment, she saw Kong Rou coming from outside.

  Today is English evening self-study, Kong Rou is the teacher on duty.

  However, class one is different from other classes. Basically, there is no self-study in the evening. It is all about the students who have any questions. Just go to the teacher and ask them. The degree of freedom is relatively high.

  Ning Li gently bumped He Xiaochen's elbow, He Xiaochen immediately put the phone back on the table without a sound, and then quietly pulled the earphones down and pulled it out of the sleeve.

  Ning Li: "."

   Kong Rou sat down on the podium, and several students walked over.

After   , He Xiaochen did not touch her phone again, and has been studying seriously.

  The bell rings.

  Kong Rou leaves the classroom.

  Some students began to pack up and leave, while others still sat in their seats.

  As the college entrance examination is approaching, everyone is under great pressure.

  Many students have begun to consciously stay in the classroom for a while to study.

  He Xiaochen took out the phone again carefully.

  Ning Li turned her head and glanced at her.

  From her position, you can see half of He Xiaochen's phone screen.

  After seeing it clearly, she was taken aback.

  He Xiaochen is watching a video.

  In the center of the picture, there is a boy in white.

   seemed to notice that Ning Li also looked over, and He Xiaochen handed over the phone:

   "Woo, Ning Li, look! Isn't he good-looking? This solo solo is really amazing!"

  Speaking, she handed over a headset.

  Ning Li, however, she had to put on her headphones.

  He Xiaochen pulls the progress bar to the beginning:

   "You look at it from the beginning!"

  This is a solo stage for three minutes and thirty seconds.

  In the beginning, the picture was dark.

  Next, a faint sound of wind came into the ears, accompanied by the faint sound of flowing water.

  Quiet, empty, and far-reaching, unconsciously makes people's heart calm down.

  A round of bright moon slowly rises, like water shed light.

  Under the moon, the white-clothed boy stood quietly.

  He hung his head slightly, his black hair half covered his eyebrows, and he could only see the fair and clear skin, the bridge of the nose was high, the curve of the cheeks was thin and smooth, and the lip color was flushed.

  He is wearing a white silk shirt with a half-open neckline, and a delicate collarbone is faintly visible.

  The loose cuffs are fastened with white ribbons, embellished into elegant tassels.

  咚!

  A drum sound rang.

  He seemed to be guided, his arms raised.

  He is surrounded by a layer of light.

  Next, there is a series of noisy syllable drums.

  咚咚咚!

  He starts with the rhythm, and every action is precisely stuck.

  The silk shirt danced with him, drawing out the perfect body texture of the teenager.

  The juvenile's stature is distinctly tall and thin, and his body is incredibly light when he dances, but every movement contains vigorous and tenacious strength.

  The rhythm of the music is getting more and more rapid, like a sudden shower in midsummer. The sound of music is heard, falling on the black and blue eaves and the dripping emerald banana leaves, and then downstream.

  Da!

  The tip of his toes flew down, and a string of crystal clear water splashed up, ripples rippling from under his feet.

  The dark night and the bright moon are intertwined, and the reflection of the young man is reflected on the water, forming a picture.

  Water splashed on him, and the white silk shirt became translucent, clinging to the young Jin's thin and perfect body.

  The shoulder line is straight, the abdominal muscles are well-defined, and the waist line is smooth and thin.

  Gradually, the music tended to relax again, and his movements slowed down.

   Like a shower, the moonlight is bright and clear.

  The young man raised his head and slowly lowered it, embracing himself.

  The lens advances slowly.

  A few strands of forehead hair has been wet, and the youth has a beautiful face, delicate and perfect.

  His eyes are closed, his eyelashes are incredibly long, and there is a drop of water on them, crystal clear.

  Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

  Light coffee-colored pupils are like glass balls, clean, translucent, and pure.

  He has the unique fragility of a teenager, as if with a light touch, this moving beauty will shatter.

  The drop of water slid down and merged into his eyes, smudging a layer of faint drifting light.

  His eyes gradually blurred, and the corners of his eyes were faintly flushed, as if hiding deep desire and temptation, making people fall into it.

   A mole on the left side of the eye, contrasting each other, sets out a kind of indescribable but still intriguing laziness.

  The screen freezes.

  He slept peacefully in the wind, woke up in the rain, as if walking from a very distant mountain forest, dancing solo in this moonlight.

  He became the only moving color in this picture.

he is-

  Lin Fengmian.

  (End of this chapter)