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Fu Xitang looked at the message sent by Qu Li and raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he is willing to accept new things and has not been out of touch with the Internet age, it can only go so far, so he has no idea about the chaos happening on the Internet.
He looked up and saw Xu Bai who was filming on the terrace next door through the study window.
He is filming a very important scene today called "The Death of Shen Qingshu".
Shen Qingshu started climbing on the roof again. He wanted to climb to the roof to see the sky. This character is always so obsessed with the sky.
He climbed up to the roof panting, and his teacher also panted and used crutches to chase him to the terrace, looking for him anxiously.
Shen Qingshu didn't call him immediately, nor did he deliberately hide. He just sat down on the relatively flat roof, swung his legs under the eaves, and looked at it quietly with an unprecedented scrutiny. his teacher.
Cognition is being reshaped, and he is constantly piecing together the past, peeling off the various auras that have been placed on the other person in the past, and gradually restoring a more real and flesh-and-blood person.
"Qingshu!"
"Qingshu!"
The old man shouted Shen Qingshu's name, but now Shen Qingshu no longer simply thinks that he is worried about him. He still didn't answer, until the other party seemed to feel Shen Qingshu's gaze and suddenly turned around¡ª¡ª
He saw Shen Qingshu sitting on the eaves like a naughty child.
His heart suddenly jumped.
"Qingshu, why are you sitting there? It's too dangerous. Come down quickly." He forced a smile and stretched out his withered but warm hands to Shen Qingshu as usual.
Shen Qingshu shook his head and said, "It's quite safe here, teacher, isn't it? It's not safe for me to go to your place."
The old man¡¯s smile was a little stiff, ¡°How could that be?¡±
"Teacher, you taught me, and you often praised me for my intelligence. If I can't guess it again, wouldn't I be ashamed of your teachings." To this day, Shen Qingshu still calls the other person "you" respectfully. This is his teacher, and he is grateful for the many years of teaching.
The old man¡¯s expression slowly turned cold, like a lifeless piece of dead wood with a dull color.
Shen Qingshu asked in confusion: "When did you become like this?"
The old man asked him: "Don't you know?"
He said "you", and Shen Qingshu knew that these two words included him and his father, as well as many people who were taken advantage of by the old man.
Thinking of those gentle or resolute faces, Shen Qingshu suddenly stood up, looked down at the old man, and said emotionally: "I know, of course I know! You are doing it for your son, do you think it is us, It¡¯s this country that has wronged your son, so you have to avenge him, right?! You think it¡¯s us who caused you to have white-haired people and give you black-haired people, and made you lonely, don¡¯t you?!¡±
The old man had never seen Shen Qingshu look so excited. This made him suddenly feel offended, so he tapped his cane heavily on the ground and asked, "Isn't it?"
However, Shen Qingshu's last illusion was completely shattered by his light question. He took a deep breath and said: "But your son is a traitor. I can say it a hundred times, he is a traitor. .¡±
"You don't want to slander anyone!" The old man seemed to have been stepped on, and he was very angry.
"Teacher, do you really know nothing?" Shen Qingshu's voice became calmer. He looked at the old man's increasingly cloudy eyes and said, "You have taught so many students, read so many books, and know so much. Do you really have no idea what kind of person your son is?"
"In all these years, has he ever come back to see you while he's been out?"
"How many times has he boasted about Haikou, but has he ever achieved one or two?"
"Father was afraid that you would be sad and that you wouldn't be able to hold on, so he took great pains to bring his body back from the field and lied to you that he died for the country. You don't know how many unscrupulous things he did. He was executed. You don¡¯t know how many people clapped their hands and cheered you. You only know that your good son was killed, tortured, and covered with scars. We are lying to you, and the whole world has betrayed you!"
The last layer of fig leaf was torn apart along with the flesh and blood. The old man's heart couldn't help but tremble, and the hand holding the crutch was trembling, "Shut up, shut up!"
But Shen Qingshu still said: "You have forgotten that when you were sick, it was my father who carried you to see a doctor in the rain. He never doubted you or looked down on you because your son was a traitor, so he still sent me there Where do you have classes?p; How about the same accurate counterattack as before? No.
You won¡¯t really be called stupid by him, right? Qu Li couldn't help but think.
He suddenly became a little worried and restless. After struggling and struggling, he began to wander. After a while, the wandering ended, and he suddenly realized that he was worried about something!
¡°Did he get sick from being tortured by Fu Xitang?
are you crazy!
Not far away, Calabash Baby was nestled in Hutao's arms, looking at Qu Li worriedly, and asked: "Chirp, chirp, chirp (is daddy broken?)?"
Hu Tao gently touched her sons¡¯ soft fur and said, ¡°Men, there are always a few days in a month like this.¡±
"Somewhere in Beijing, there is a person even crazier than Qu Li. He is holding a pillar and wants to hit him to death.
He is sad and angry, he is depressed, he is like the grievance Dou E, who wants to cry but has no tears, "What the hell should I do? Who can know my suffering? I really really didn't buy the trolls, I Without Heixubai, who can believe me?!"
"Who can believe me?!"
"I was so damn excited that I took down the number plate!"
Zhou Qi, I am also in a state of collapse today.
He had just signed with Sihai. Although he felt that he was destined to be the superstar, he did not want to kill Xu Bai from the beginning. Does he really look that stupid?
Ten minutes ago, Ye Yuanxin posted a message on WeChat Moments, saying - I seem to hear someone scolding me behind my back.
I didn¡¯t scold you! real!
Zhou Qi was frantically calling for himself in his heart, but it wasn't just Ye Yuanxin. He saw that in his fan group, the big fans had begun to control the field in an organized way. He even saw that they acquiesced to the fact that their idols were buying fake idols. Oh no, they still believed in Zhou Qi, but they just passed the blame to the team behind Zhou Qi.
It happens every time!
I didn¡¯t buy the navy at all!
The conscience of heaven and earth!
Even though I have bought it before, I didn¡¯t buy it this time! When it¡¯s not popular, it¡¯s ugly without a few zombie fans to support it, okay? What on earth do you know? !
The manager watched Zhou Qi¡¯s seizure process from the sidelines, and calmly took a sip of tea - the new artist entrusted to him by the company was the drama queen himself.