Sue Cloud
by Liu Yuechen
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(This article is included in v, but the full text is free. If you like it, add it to your favorites. Thank you for your support.) The gentle and passionate choreographer Pei Yun VS the bright and generous straight-ball editor Wei Zhexing Keywords:? Secret love?? Women chasing men, beautiful, strong and miserable "He was the only thorn in her youth, and then it spread to every corner of her heart. That obedient and monotonous heart was gradually filled with roses." When Wei Zhexing was young, he was attracted by Pei Yun, a hip-hop dancer. He danced neatly and confidently, as if he was born for the stage. Because of a dance and a photo, Wei Zhexing had a crush on him for nearly ten years, imagining that one day this sparkling boy would become a high-quality idol and the object of admiration by many girls. The distance between her and him seemed to be growing distant every minute, but after many years, Pei Yun seemed to have disappeared. However, one day ten years later, Wei Zhexing messed up her first close contact with Pei Yun. She was supposed to be criticized, but he hurriedly came to criticize her on her behalf. This was not enough. Faced with this unreasonable disaster, Pei Yun specially registered a Weibo to apologize. Then he suffered endless online violence and almost provoked his sponsor and was banned. Wei Zhexing said generously: "Invite me to dinner, entertainment, or a global tour for two, or my sister will direct a variety show to make your debut. Choose one, and consider it as an apology." Pei Yun: "..." Wei Zhexing: "Okay, then follow what you said, step by step, and pick a place to eat first." ????????
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End of April 2028. Twenty-eight-year-old Wei Zhexing was nominated for the "Best Mainland New Director" award and the "Best Mainland Director Award" at the 12th Silver Flower Awards for his documentary "The Gift of the Mountains". "Spring Silkworms", a spin-off of the "Mountain Gift" documentary, was nominated for the best documentary in 2028. On the day he went to Haicheng to attend the award ceremony, Wei Zhexing put on light makeup, a beige cheongsam with light yellow flowers printed on it, and a pair of silver high-heeled shoes with diamonds. His hair was tied very low, with a part hanging down on his chest. At the age of twenty-eight, she is beautiful, gentle and intellectual, with a pair of big eyes that have a soft light, and her whole body exudes a kind of beauty that treats life calmly, contentedly, and happily. A gentle breeze blew around her body, and her broken hair swayed slightly with the breeze. She walked on the red carpet step by step, occasionally raising her hand to look at the camera and smiling. Pei Yun stood among a large group of star-chasers nearby, wearing a retro gray and black short-sleeved shirt and a pair of work jeans. He wore a silver decorative necklace around his neck, and a gray-black peaked cap blocked his eyebrows. Wei Zhexing saw him in the crowd at a glance, raised his hand to his mouth blatantly, and then blew him a kiss. Somewhat deliberate, but also a bit cute. Pei Yun, who already had a smile on his lips, was amused by her sudden blowing kiss. A bright smile overflowed from the corners of his lips. He tilted his head and laughed secretly for a while. Soon after, the etiquette lady handed over a signature pen, and Wei Zhexing turned around and signed his name on the big curtain. Since Pei Yun was invited to participate in some hip-hop activities abroad when he was nominated for the Director Award and was not sure that he would be able to attend, Wei Zhexing did not ask the organizer to add a family seat. Judging from his appearance, he probably came back from buying tickets in a hurry. After the red carpet ended, many celebrity directors returned to the ceremony site to find seats, but Wei Zhexing found a gap and ran out. She held up one side of her cheongsam skirt and trotted along on high heels. The late spring light shone on her face. Her face was not as elegant as it was when she was walking on the red carpet, but was more playful and well-behaved. Pei Yun walked towards him slowly, spreading his arms to greet her. He walked very slowly at first, then gradually sped up, and ran over to hug her. He smiled and asked: "My great director, how are you feeling today?" Wei Zhexing put his hands around his neck and smiled extremely satisfied: "It felt good at first, but now it feels particularly good because my husband is here." Pei Yun carried him and walked towards the infield: "Can the family members open a back door and go in?" Wei Zhexing thought for a moment: "It should be okay. I'll go tell the organizer and ask if I can watch it on the second floor." Wei Zhexing held his face and kissed him. Seeing his tired look, he asked, "Do you want to rest for a while? Are you sleepy?" Pei Yun shook his head: "I fell asleep on the plane, I'm not sleepy." "Put me down." Wei Zhexing smiled and moved his legs, "I'll go find the organizer first." Pei Yun hummed, put her on the ground, stretched out his hand to smooth her hair: "Go, I'll wait for you here." Wei Zhexing raised his feet and walked away. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly turned back and asked him: "Am I beautiful today?" "Beautiful, very beautiful." Pei Yun replied with a smile, "My boss is beautiful every day." ...
Chinese Valentine's Day 💫 and ☁️ Extras As Chinese Valentine's Day approaches, Wei Zhexing is still working, and his workplace is quite far from home. Pei Yun went abroad last week. These two days are also the busiest time, and the two of them are celebrating the holidays in different places. In the early morning of Chinese Valentine's Day today, Wei Zhexing received a WeChat transfer message from Pei Yun. Husband on top (advanced version): [WeChat transfer 5200] Husband above (advanced version): [WeChat transfer 111314] Wei Zhexing picked up his phone and rolled around on the bed, typing happily: [What does 111314 mean? ] Husband above (advanced version): [Your nickname. ] Wei Zhexing received the transfer in his hand and turned over, covering himself in the quilt, and laughed happily. Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1177] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 520] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1122] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1314] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1188] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1120] Husband above (advanced version): [What does 1122 mean? ] Wei Zhexing: [Yiyi, love love. ] [1177 Has been received] [520 has been received] [1314 has been received] [1188 has been received] [1120 has been received] Wei Zhexing took a closer look and saw that only 1122 was not accepted. She sat up and frowned: "Are you dissatisfied with 1122?" ] Husband above (advanced version): [Mr. Xing, can you give me a discount of 1122? ] Wei Zhexing: [How to cash out? I don't have any cash. ] Husband above (advanced version): [Open the door. ] Wei Zhexing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped on his slippers and opened the door excitedly. Pei Yun stood on one side, leaning his right shoulder against the wall, and asked confusedly: "Do I look like a bad guy?" "Huh?" Wei Zhexing smiled and asked why. Pei Yun raised his chin and pointed at the aunt sweeping the floor in the corridor: "That aunt has been staring at me." Wei Zhexing followed his line of sight and saw that the aunt was indeed looking this way. Suddenly, Pei Yun held out a bouquet of carambola flowers from behind and handed it to her: "Today, Chinese Valentine's Day, I went to the square over there and picked up a bouquet of carambola flowers from the trash can. It seems that the fruit has fallen tonight." Wei Zhexing's hands were sincere: "Oh, are there any trash cans left? Come on, let's pick up the fruits after tomorrow's meal." Pei Yun smiled and raised his eyebrows: "I don't know about that. I came here to make cash, but Mr. Xing won't let me in to chat?" "Ah..." Wei Zhexing opened his mouth, "There's someone inside who hasn't hidden himself properly. Otherwise, why don't you wait for a while and I'll hide my little brother before you come in." Pei Yun deliberately made a tone of voice, then pushed Wei Zhexing aside and entered the room: "Okay, let me go and see what your aesthetics are now." Wei Zhexing closed the door and looked down at the bouquet wrapped in carambolas. There were eleven carambolas in the shape of stars, and there were some small orange flowers as embellishments. "He can run fast." Pei Yun stood in front of her and continued to lean against the wall with a lazy look. Wei Zhexing pouted and kissed him from the distance: "I love you, I love you." Pei Yun shook his head: "I don't want this." Wei Zhexing said with a smile: "Then what do you want?" Pei Yun said: "1122." Wei Zhexing blinked and leaned forward to kiss his lips: "Love, love, love you." "No more paving the way." Pei Yun took the bouquet from her hand and put it on a cabinet. He picked her up by the waist and walked to the bathroom. "Take a bath with me." Wei Zhexing shook his legs helplessly: "I just took a shower." Pei Yun put her in the bathtub and turned on the faucet: "Then wash with me." Wei Zhexing picked up the showerhead and pointed it at Pei Yun, dousing him all over. She couldn't help but shrugged and laughed when Pei Yun poured water back from the sink all over her face. Pei Yun took the slippers with one hand and took out the decorative necklace around his neck with the other. He closed his eyes due to the water from the shower. He put the things by the sink, walked over and disarmed, and squatted in front of the bathtub: "Call me something." Wei Zhexing grabbed both hands and turned to look at him: "I'm calling you, little Paicai." "Little paicai?" "Brother Pei." Wei Zhexing raised his neck and kissed his face, "My best brother Pei." Pei Yun shook his head: "I don't want to hear this today." "Oh." Wei Zhexing knew what he was talking about, but she just pretended to be stupid, "Teacher Xiao Pei, brother Xiao Pei." "I gave you a chance." Pei Yun picked up the shower and washed his feet and hands, stepped into the bathtub, and raised a malicious smile, "I just donated my ears. I won't be able to hear when I'm with you later." Wei Zhexing exclaimed, moved forward and smiled flatteringly: "Husband, husband, handsome husband, I am your wife." Pei Yun reached out and put her on his lap, indicating that he was deaf and could no longer receive signals. Wei Zhexing: "..."
I'm currently preparing a book of ancient novels, and I'm going to change the track first, so I'll update it later, and I'll keep it two chapters, and I'll update it more, because I want to finish it as early as possible. Male protagonist: Li Yuan Heroine: Wen Renxi Little General VS Eldest Princess three years age difference
A side story (hip-hop activity)
It rains heavily in the old city in September. Wei Zhexing used his director account to repost a video officially released by Old City, and instantly tens of thousands of people retweeted, commented and liked it. This is a warm-up Weibo post for an upcoming large-scale hip-hop event. The video features many heroic performances of dancers from all over the world. After the four-minute dance clip, Zhang Xiao, the captain of the Shengxi Dance Troupe, appeared. "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Xiao from the Shengxi Dance Troupe. There is a lot of wine in the old city and a lot of joy in the old city. To be honest, there are more things in the old city this year, that is, there are more dancers and more handsome guys. I am here to welcome you all on behalf of our hometown. Let us drink wine while dancing with the world. See you in the old city on September 16th." ... Pei Yun received an invitation letter a month ago, saying that he would perform a dance with the Shengxi Dance Troupe at the opening, and also let him perform a solo show. Pei Yun is now twenty-eight years old and has been dancing for twenty-six years. He has won numerous championships since he was a child. As a group favorite in the hip-hop industry, he will be invited to attend these large-scale hip-hop events and competitions. As a major guest, it is natural for him to show off his dancing skills. This year he wanted to do something special, and he told the organizer that he would dance with one person. Of course, the organizer had no reason to disagree. Then Wei Zhexing was coaxed by him to go to the dance studio, where Teacher Pei personally taught her some hip-hop moves that she could learn quickly. Wei Zhexing had practiced ballet and folk dance for more than two years when he was a child. His limbs were fairly coordinated, but his strength was a bit weak. Regarding this kind of thing, Wei Zhexing didn't dare to slack off at all. She respected dance, respected Pei Yun, and even more respected this event. After all, most of the guests arriving were Pei Yun's friends, so she definitely couldn't hold back. Pei Yun danced with her behind her, shouting the rhythm to her. Seeing her tense state, he couldn't help but smile: "How about taking a rest?" "Watch me do it again." Wei Zhexing took a deep breath and thought about the dance moves, "I'll do it in slow motion first, and then speed it up." Pei Yun hummed: "Do you need me to dance with you from behind?" Wei Zhexing shook his head and stood there: "I'm starting." "Come on." Pei Yun smiled at her and shouted the rhythm to her in a low voice. This was a lock dance, and the rhythm was relatively fast. Wei Zhexing had memorized all the moves, but he still couldn't keep up with Pei Yun's fast rhythm. After finishing this dance, Pei Yun smiled and gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's very good, the expression is cool. The movements are also very crisp, and the dance is more handsome than mine." "Really or not." Wei Zhexing smiled and waved to him, "Come here and let me try this one-handed support. When I did it by myself last night, I could hold it for two seconds." Pei Yun walked over and stood behind her to protect her. Wei Zhexing rubbed his hands nervously, looked at Pei Yun, put his hands on the ground with his right foot on the floor, hooked his left foot back, hesitated for a few times, and then stood up with all his strength. After she let go of her left hand and held it steady for three seconds, she fell back. Pei Yun reached out and grabbed her waist and picked her up: "Get down slowly." As he said that, he showed Wei Zhexing on the spot: "Like this." Wei Zhexing smacked his lips and sat down on the ground, feeling a little melancholy: "What do you think we will do if we mess up on the day of the performance?" "It doesn't matter, you dance very well." Pei Yun smiled and sat next to her, comforting, "You have only been practicing for a week and you are so good." Wei Zhexing looked at him and smiled: "I just want to do better and don't want to make mistakes." "You have to think about it, I'm behind you." Pei Yun stretched out his hand to smooth her messy hair, "And you can dance so well, you won't make any mistakes." "What if you really make a mistake?" Wei Zhexing smiled, "That would be the first time in your dance performance career that you make a mistake in cooperating with a pig teammate like me. What will you do if you are laughed at?" Pei Yun said: "I will stand behind you and see who dares to laugh. I asked Ayuan to take a small notebook and write it down. I will kill anyone who laughs that night." Wei Zhexing pursed his lips and smiled, held his face and kissed him. Pei Yun suddenly looked at her seriously and said, "Also, who said you were a pig teammate. You are obviously my - pig wife." Wei Zhexing snorted: "What, you actually called me a pig." "I am, I am." Pei Yun looked up at her and smiled, "I am a pig." "No, how can you be a pig?" Wei Zhexing moved to his side and whispered in his ear, "You are my baby, my Yang Yiyi's big baby." "Then - what should you be to me?" Pei Yun put his arm around her shoulders, pretending to think. Wei Zhexing raised his eyes and looked at him expectantly. "You are the most dazzling medal I want most." "Why?" "Guess." Pei Yun looked at the two people closely leaning against each other in the mirror and whispered, "I have been obsessed with medals since I was a child, and I must win them. Later, when all of them saw me appearing on the field, they felt that this medal was mine." He will hold the medal and walk to the highest step, declaring that he is the love of his life. September 16, 2027. Pei Yun and Wei Zhexing arrived at the scene, and now many street dance dancers and enthusiasts gathered. Pei Yun meets someone he knows every two steps he takes. He has friends all over the world, but Wei Zhexing still hasn't recognized them all. She thought that when she gets old, Pei Yun will probably introduce her to some friends she has never met before. Wei Zhexing walked side by side with him. In order to dance, she was wearing a white tight V-neck dress, a pair of pink overalls, and a pink peaked cap on her head. Pei Yun introduced her to his friends one by one, but she couldn't understand some of the language. "Pei, long time no see." Pei Yun hummed in a low voice, turned his head and introduced Wei Zhexing: "This is Aiden, the one who wrote the letter after the debate in my sophomore year of high school." Speaking of this, Wei Zhexing's eyes lit up as she looked at this legendary goddess. After so many years, she was finally lucky enough to meet this transnational friend who had been rumored to be in love with Pei Yun when she was a student. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and elegant temperament. She is really beautiful, just like a fairy in a fairy tale. Pei Yun smiled, and then introduced Wei Zhexing to Aiden: "My lover, Wei Zhexing." "I know." Aiden stretched out his hands and hugged Wei Zhexing, his eyes falling on her for a few seconds, "I thought Pei went to exchange for a girlfriend. The photos he sent were different from yours now. You were very beautiful in the photos." Pei Yun exclaimed and laughed, "When did she stop being beautiful?" "..." Aiden was silent for two seconds and looked at Wei Zhexing sincerely, "I am a little foreigner. You can trust me. I am... I have not learned Chinese well. Isn't it wrong to give you the meaning...?" Wei Zhexing couldn't help but laughed in a low voice and waved his hands hastily: "It's okay, it's okay, you are very cute." "You are actually very beautiful too." Aiden smiled slightly, "Pei is also like Lai Gebao, very handsome." Pei Yun: "..." Wei Zhexing couldn't hold back his laughter again. Pei Yun asked with a smile: "Tell me who taught you the dialect, and I promise not to beat him." Aiden pointed to Zhang Xiao over there: "It was Xiao who told me that Lai Gebao praises handsome boys... Doesn't he?" "Yes, yes." Wei Zhexing smiled and taught her, "Actually, Zhang Xiao has a nickname, Yao'er." Aiden repeated suspiciously: "Yao'er." Wei Zhexing nodded and praised: "Then you say this to me, and you will praise me back later." Aiden said one word obediently: "Okay." "You said - Yao'er, you are a Hamapai." Pei Yun turned his head and snickered when he heard this. Aiden thought for a moment: "Wouldn't this be a very bad word?" "No, no, it's a dialect." Wei Zhexing pushed her forward, "Let's go, I'll teach you again." "Okay." Aiden nodded obediently, imitating Wei Zhexing's tone, "Yao'er, you are a Hama Pi." Wei Zhexing brought her to Zhang Xiao with a childish expression on his face. Zhang Xiao saw the malicious expression on her face and became wary: "Mr. Xing, what's wrong?" Wei Zhexing said seriously: "Beauty Aiden has something to say to you." "Yeah." Zhang Xiao looked at Aiden and smiled, "What do you want to say?" Aiden tried hard to remember this passage, and then held it out of his mouth. "Yao'er, you are a Hamapai." Zhang Xiao: "..." Wei Zhexing saw that the situation was not good and ran away. Zhang Xiao shouted angrily to her: "Wei Zhexing!!! I'm going to kill you." Wei Zhexing ran behind Pei Yun and hid, unable to stop laughing wildly. Pei Yun stopped Zhang Xiao and shot him a look: "Who are you going to kill?" Zhang Xiao felt guilty for a while. "Brother Xiao." Pei Yun looked at him and smiled, "As a Sichuanese, my understanding of Leibao over the years seems to be a bit wrong. Can you explain it?"
Better than the tenderness of time (refer to Chapter 102, Pei Yun's perspective)
At nine o'clock in the evening, Pei Yun turned on his phone after a busy day. Messages popped up one after another on social media. He swiped away, picked up the hat next to him and put it on. The staff on the side greeted him, and he nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, see you tomorrow." He walked out of the dance studio and looked down at the messages on WeChat. At this time, there were 999+ messages on the WeChat interface, which were basically irrelevant. Uncle: "Fortunately, I'll talk about it when I have time." Ayuan: "Brother, have you got off work? I want to tell you something big. Sister Xingxing is going on a blind date tomorrow night. It's absolutely true." A Yuan: "Why haven't you replied to the message? What if Sister Xingxing really has a successful blind date with someone else? I like her so much. Can you take Sister Xingxing to be my sister-in-law?" Ayuan: "Brother, let me tell you, if you don't reply to my message, you will regret it one day in the future." Ayuan: "Please, please reply to the message, brother, my sister-in-law is gone." Zhang Xiao: "I heard Mr. Xing say that we are going on a blind date tomorrow. I feel like she is not very willing. Can you ask?" Qi Yunshen: "Ah Yuan has told you everything. He is a very anxious kid. Please come back and ask." 11: "Okay." In the afternoon, Wei Zhexing asked him how soon he would be back. After he mentioned a date, he saw that she sent a cute emoticon and stopped replying. After thinking for a while, he opened the dialog box and typed a few words: You are going on a blind date tomorrow-- He frowned, deleted the typed sentence and typed: I heard from Zhang Xiao and the others that you will-- Pei Yun typed several words in succession, but none of them were very timely. He raised his head and looked at the black night sky. The wind at the moment was still making him feel a little cold. After thinking about it, he simply squatted by the stairs and started thinking. He stared at the conversation between himself and Wei Zhexing for a long time, and then looked up some of the blessings Wei Zhexing had sent him. She speaks like she writes poetry and is able to appeal to his emotional value. Pei Yun turned off the phone screen, and what came to his mind was Wei Zhexing's bright and charming face, with a sweet smile that made people happy just to look at it. As for the relationship between the two, it does not reach the level of meddling in other people's private affairs. But when she thought of going on a blind date, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart. Could it be that he is really like Zou Yujin said, a scumbag who only likes to be ambiguous with others? Thinking of this, Pei Yun couldn't help but frown slightly, unlocked the screen of his phone, and clicked on Wei Zhexing's dialog box. The last message came at around three o'clock today. She usually rested at this time and would usually ask herself if she had rested yet, but today she didn't wait for that message. Are you really going to prepare for the blind date tomorrow? He turned off the screen of his mobile phone again, leaned his hands vertically on his knees, tilted his head and couldn't help but think elsewhere. Many sounds and images came to his mind. Zou Yujin: "I'm not saying that, Xingxing's clothes are really good. She dresses beautifully every time, like a little princess." Jiang Qinyuan: "Brother, I discovered that Sister Xingxing only wears beautiful little skirts when she comes to see you. Although she usually dresses beautifully when she is with us, she doesn't do that when she goes out with you." "Don't look at me. I just took off my makeup and chose such ugly clothes on purpose." Then she hasn't sent him a message for so long. Could it be that she is choosing a beautiful dress for tomorrow's blind date? Wei Zhexing is indeed a little princess, beautiful, bright, cute without even realizing it, the kind that everyone loves. If her blind date sees her, he will definitely like her too. He thought. But when he thought that the little princess would wear a beautiful little dress for a blind date tomorrow, he felt uncomfortable. He struggled in place for a long time, the howling night wind bringing a chill. He didn't wear much, so it was getting colder and colder as he stayed like this. He clicked on Wei Zhexing's dialog box again and typed slowly: What are you doing-- No, it's quite like a harassing text message. Pei Yun slapped himself in the face, and added the word "there" to the original: What are you doing-- In less than two seconds, he silently deleted these three words. He lowered his head and fell into endless tangles. Two minutes later, Jiang Qinyuan's call came in, and he clicked the answer button. "My brother, can you please reply to the message? I am almost dying of a sister-in-law who is as old as me. What are you doing now? Don't say you haven't read the message yet. You should be off work by now." He said, "I just got off work and am about to go back." "Ask Sister Xingxing first. Don't rush to reply to me." "Okay, hang up first." He sighed deeply, then clicked on Wei Zhexing's dialog box. After typing a few words, I made up my mind and sent it: "I just got off work and am packing my luggage." One minute. Two minutes. ... Eight minutes. She was really busy choosing a dress. Pei Yun's beautiful eyes dimmed instantly, but then she thought, maybe she was too tired and went to bed early today. After thinking about it, he sent another message: "Are you asleep?" 11: "Not yet." For some reason, Pei Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this message from her. He smiled and made a voice call. It's normal for friends to care about each other. He comforted himself and the call was connected. He asked: "Have you had dinner?" "Eat, Thai hotpot with my best friend." The person on the other end of the phone sounded happy. Pei Yun pursed his lips and asked a tangled question out of breath: "I heard from Ayuan that you are going on a blind date tomorrow night?" Wei Zhexing: "Yes, my parents have fallen in love with a boy and have been talking about it for almost half a year. They want me to give it a try." Pei Yun's heart skipped a beat as he thought of Wei Zhexing's father, who seemed quite easy to talk to. Besides, Wei Zhexing was only twenty-four or five years old, was he in such a hurry to get married on a blind date? He thought for a while and asked: "Is he still the same boy?" The person on the other end made a muffled sound. Pei Yun then asked: "What is his personality like? How do you feel about him?" "She has a good personality, cheerful and mature, and is almost four years older than me. My parents think that I should let me see her first." The tone there was very calm, and there was a sense of enjoyment in it. Pei Yun smiled softly, his smile a little dry: "Oh, that's okay, I just came to ask. Ayuan just called and said that your parents asked you to go on a blind date. You don't seem very happy, so let me ask." "Oh." Pei Yun sighed quietly in his heart and said with a smile: "As long as you are not unhappy." He also wanted to say that if you are unhappy, just tell him, or you can refuse, but this sentence is quite abrupt, mainly because the identity is inappropriate. He couldn't help but think lonely. "Actually... I was a little unhappy just now, but now I am quite happy. When I talk to you, there is no unhappy time. I don't like that boy, I don't have any feelings, and there is no resonance in my soul." Pei Yun was stunned for a moment. Hearing what she said, he felt a little happy for some reason, especially when she said, "When I talk to you, there is no time when I am unhappy." He laughed for a while, corrected his tone, and made his tone sound more normal: "If you don't like it, just reject it." The person over there said "Okay" obediently, with a very sweet tone. Pei Yun couldn't help but picture her talking obediently, sweetly and cutely. The person on the other end continued to ask him: "Are you free tomorrow night? I will invite you to sing after ten o'clock." Pei Yun was stunned for a moment, thought about tomorrow's itinerary, and said warmly: "I don't think so. I'm coming back in a hurry. I'll get off the plane at 7:30 and go back to the company first. If I come to Chengdu again, it's already early morning. I'm going to country M the next day." "What a rush." Pei Yun clearly heard a hesitant sigh over there. Just as he was about to say that he was taking a nine-day holiday, he heard someone calling him. Xia Mingxin walked over slowly. Pei Yun nodded and heard Wei Zhexing say: "Are you busy? I'll hang up first." Pei Yun exclaimed and hurriedly explained: "I was outside at the moment and happened to meet Xia Mingxin." The girl on the other end laughed: "Okay, bye, good night." The main reason was that he just lied and said that he was packing his luggage in the hotel, and now a girl came to see him, fearing that she would misunderstand that he was in the hotel and a girl came in. Xia Mingxin greeted him in H language and asked, "You haven't left yet?" Pei Yun put away his phone and said, "Just getting ready to go back." "How about I send you there?" "No, it's not far. I'll walk back." Pei Yun smiled politely, "If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Happy birthday to the most amazing dancer, Pei Yun.
Brother Pei is 25 this year and Mr. Xing is 24. I wish you both will stay young forever. "The limbs of youth dance the dance of youth, and the people of youth do youthful things."
Rongcheng No. 7 Middle School F4 Extra
Pei Yung just came out of the English teacher's office, glanced at the three resentful brothers standing outside, and was about to leave. Liang Xiao followed him closely, and couldn't help but fold his arms and call him: "Hey, that dog, stop." Pei Yun paused: "What's wrong?" "Why are we the number one in the class standing here, but you can be so cool?" Liang Xiao looked at him speechlessly. Pei Yun glanced at the sullen Fu Xingzhou beside him and said calmly: "Maybe this is strength?" Liang Xiao almost kicked him: "Fuck you, you are the fifth-last person in the class, what strength do you have?" At this time, Zou Song, who was ranked last in the class, raised his eyes and gave Liang Xiao a faint look. "Sorry, I forgot to praise my sister." Liang Xiao laughed, "I didn't mean what you meant." Zou Song clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "When I am liberated, I will donate your mouth." "Shut your mouth." Fu Xingzhou, who was standing upright, glanced at the three of them, "The noise is giving me a headache." Liang Xiao couldn't help but sigh: "Who among the three of us is in the worst situation, Brother Fan? He got 140 in English and is still standing here." "So can I leave? Brothers?" Pei Yun moved his eyebrows and said with a smile. "Who are your brothers, get out." Liang Xiao rolled his eyes at him. "Okay, little one, get out of here." Pei Yun smiled and just raised his feet to leave when the English teacher called him with a paper: "Pei Yun, the next class is physical education, right?" Pei Yun's heart skipped a beat and he yelled that something was wrong and he was going to be arrested again. He was silent for a moment and was about to say that he had forgotten. I saw those three guys looking at the English teacher very sincerely and nodding. Pei Yun: "..." The English teacher hummed: "Then you go into the office and help me correct the Class 8 test paper. The three of you come in with your test papers." The three gods walked into the house with their heads lowered simultaneously, and Pei Yun straightened up and followed behind. "Sit over there and make corrections." The English teacher handed Pei Yun a red pen, then picked up Liang Xiao's test paper and started criticizing mode. "My heart aches when I see you every day." The English teacher rolled his eyes angrily, "Full marks in physics, perfect marks in mathematics, and close to perfect marks in other subjects. Even in English, I got 80 or 90 points. Yes, you are so happy that you can get 120 points. I don't even have a blood pressure. If you are good at dancing, why is it so difficult to learn English? Ah, I don't know how you got 80 or 90 points in the exam, and your essay. If you were Li Hua, and you were asked to write a letter of advice to your friend on how to learn Chinese well, what would you write, suggesting that he marry a Chinese wife? " Pfft-" Fu Xingzhou and Zou Song couldn't help but lowered their heads and laughed muffledly. The English teacher picked up the test paper and hit Liang Xiao on the head, glaring at the two of them sideways: "And you, Fu Xingzhou, have you memorized the English words? If you memorize them, can you lose your ten points? Zou Song, you are the same. You can pass the English test with a score of over 60. The average English score of our class is 132. Your meager score cannot be reached even if multiplied by 2. I am not telling you that if you can score 120 in English, your total score will be 700. " Zou Song lowered his head and took the scolding. Liang Xiao tried hard to suppress the rising corners of his mouth. The English teacher's eyes changed: "What are you proud of? If you can get 120 or 130 in English, your total score will be 720. " Liang Xiao muttered: "The total score of the dog next to me is only 660. " "At least my English teacher got perfect marks in the exam. He basically got an average score in every subject. He is well-rounded and his English is so good that he can communicate with foreigners without any problems. What will you do when you go abroad in the future?" " "Teacher, you can't say that. Liang Xiao smiled and said, "If everyone could speak fluently, wouldn't the translator be unemployed?" " The English teacher kept his old anger in his heart and took a deep breath to try to calm himself down: "Liang Xiao, you have never corrected your attitude. Look at the other two, they are getting scolded. As for you, you can say something to me. " Liang Xiao looked at Zou Song next to him, stretched out his hand and poked his arm: "Sister Song, speak up, the 308th hair on your left side says you are not convinced. Although he looked like he was being scolded humbly, he was dissatisfied. He said he felt dizzy when he saw the letters that filled the test paper. He felt like the words were breaking apart, and they came out and spat on his head. " Zou Song: "..." The English teacher couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "Don't always give people nicknames. " "Oh. "Liang Xiao moved his lips. The English teacher held his heart: "From now on, the four of you will be in a study group. Pei Yun, you will be responsible for holding them three times a day, taking dictation, writing and memorizing compositions. My blood pressure is a bit high. I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. Wait for me to calm down." " Pei Yun thought to himself, you simply don't care about my life or death. (I can't post the relevant chapters after finishing the book, so I'll post it in the comment area. Of these three books, only Songmei is on campus, but not in No. 7 Middle School, and the timeline is in the first year of high school. The arrogant little Sun Songmei is quite cute. Our Brother Pei is the darling in the eyes of the teacher. English teacher: Another day of doting)
New book coming~ Update time: Before 8:00 every night, everyone can watch it after 8 o'clock. If you have recommendation tickets, you can throw them in my face. Our cute straight-ball girl Xiao Yiyi and the handsome and passionate teacher Pei.
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These few chapters I've been writing recently feel so sweet. There won't be any abuse later on, right? Do Xingxing's parents agree with their affairs? The author will update soon. I can't wait to know what happens next.
Extra: He is the name of my entire youth [The movie The Faith of Youth is Jinghong_Director's Thoughts]
[Purely fictitious, no prototype, please do not get too entangled. After the summer when I was twelve years old, I unknowingly cast my eyes on him. Every moment we passed by him was like a tiny, tiny heartbeat to me. And my youth is named after him. I went to primary school in Rong No. 7 Affiliated Primary School and went straight to the junior high school. But he went to a private foreign language primary school. He went to junior high school and entered the junior high school of No. 7 Middle School and entered the Rocket Class. When I was in junior high school, I was the English class representative in my class. I often went to the office. Every time I passed by the office, I would often hear the teacher in the English group praise him. He is said to be gentle and sunny, clean and pure, excellent and self-disciplined. Awards of all sizes come easily to him, and he deserves to be on the honor roll. When teachers talked about his name, their eyes were full of pride and appreciation. He is a typical child from other people's families. At that time, my impression of him was still in Zhujun Street, where he was confident and sunny. I wonder what kind of family can raise such an outstanding child. In the past few years, when boys loved leggings and beanies, his style was completely different from these boys. His clothes were basically the same. I overheard a classmate in our class talking about the price of his clothes, saying that the clothes he wore were expensive, rare and expensive. Growing up, I never worried about my clothes, and I didn't do much research on clothing brands. I just liked watching him dance. During that period, I was very fascinated by hip-hop. My phone, computer, and tablet were full of hip-hop videos. I even went to discuss with my father that I wanted to switch to street dancing instead of ballet, but they didn't agree, saying that girls are more elegant in ballet. A month after the first semester of the second grade of junior high school, I heard my classmates talking about how he no longer wore those expensive clothes. They wondered if something had happened to his family. I asked my neighbor's brother about his family's misfortune, and he said I was overthinking it. His few words also gave me some guesses. It wasn't until I saw my dad give him a bank card one time that my doubts were dispelled. He was indeed in trouble. My best friend is always worried about his character, afraid that he loves vanity, afraid that he will deceive little girls with his second-generation persona, afraid that he is just good-looking but actually has extremely poor character, afraid that I only see this side of him that I want to see, afraid that after getting to know him in the future, my mood will fall from the clouds to the bottom, and I will not be able to accept such a big difference. I have never thought about these issues, because I have always seen him with a sunny and gentle side. He treats others gently, understands propriety and etiquette. There is nothing wrong with him. If I really see his ugly side one day, I won't regret it, because during this short period of my youth, I have already figured out how to name it. There were a lot of rumors at that time, but outstanding people relied on their strength to keep their mouths shut. He was also very successful in those days, winning a bunch of municipal and provincial awards, and even participated in youth hip-hop competitions internationally. Step by step, he climbed up to the clouds and became the favored man of heaven in the eyes of everyone. It wasn't until the second semester of the second grade of junior high school that the school leaders announced a demerit in front of all the teachers and students, which was about him. At that time, I only remember that the whole school was in an uproar, and the unbelievable shock was greater than anything else. After class, I heard someone from our class talk about how he and my neighbor's brother helped their class' dormitory students privately connect electric wires to make charging easier for them. It was quite miserable for him that time. The boy in his class betrayed both of them. Later, he was punished by the grade director and made to run 2,000 meters, and even called his parents. That night, my neighbor's brother was beaten by his father and sent to the hospital. I couldn't help but worry whether he would be punished by his family. After all, this was a demerit that could not be offset by any awards he had received. However, when I saw him with a smile on his face and a lively boyish look on his face on Monday, I realized that my worries were unnecessary. He was neither complaining nor angry, gentle and clean. At that moment, I seemed to see a cluster of the most flawless moonlight, and that burst of light sprinkled all over my body. Later, he recorded our school's admissions video. He was also on the cover of our school's self-made winter and summer vacation exercises. He was also included in the display of outstanding seniors in the handbook issued to freshmen. His face had lost its innocence and had a unique vigor of an adolescent boy, as if every ray of light in the world was unconditionally favoring him. At that moment I seemed to realize that he had grown up. In the summer after I graduated from junior high school, I went to his competition for the first time. He was fearless and confident on the field. It was the first time I saw him like that. I always felt that no words in the world could describe that feeling. There was only this sentence in my mind. "He was born to dance." Later, when he entered high school, he entered the rocket class. When the classes were divided, he chose science and was in the best class. However, I was 47 points behind the science A score and was placed in the ordinary class. He is still shining brightly and can be seen in every corner. I often find him dancing in a corner of the campus. His love keeps him forever young and youthful. ...I participated in the same municipal English competition with him in the last semester of my freshman year of high school, and I secretly took a photo of him. I felt like he discovered me, but he didn't say anything. In the first semester of my sophomore year in high school, he went to participate in an international debate competition. That was the first time I felt the gap between him and me. The distance between us seems to be growing apart every minute and every second. He has been deified in my world, making it impossible for other people to be included in my vision. During the summer vacation of my sophomore year in high school, I went to that square almost every day. Most of the dancers were there, but he was missing. I asked my friends and they told me that he lived in Suizhou and might have gone back to Suizhou. I didn't see him for two months. On the first day of school, I stood waiting at the school gate. Every year on registration day, he and his friends would take a group photo at the gate of No. 7 Middle School. They were a group of brilliant and bright people, but I was very small and mediocre, not worth mentioning. The last time I heard the teachers in the English group talk about him was in December of his senior year in high school. Every one of them was regretting it, saying that he struggled for a long time when signing the admission agreement for an overseas university, and finally said he wanted to take the art exam. In fact, this is nothing to regret. He can shine in any field. He is a dancer and will dance for life one day. My youth was very dull and ended in a hurry, ending with an email. Talking about this youthful memory, I can only say that it is nothing special, just because a special person suddenly broke in, and then shined brightly. Therefore, he is the name of my entire youth. Later, of course our story continued, he... I don't have to fight anymore. My boss said he wants to support me. I can eat soft food while I am young. Thank you friends who have read this. I wish you a happy life. He had just finished his work, typing randomly on my keyboard, and now went to wash up. We will always walk on the road, and our love will be the most romantic name in this life. Today I want to wish him that no matter how noisy the world is, there will always be flowers on his road ahead. I wish you a happy life! ! ! ! --Wei Zhexing
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End of April 2028. Twenty-eight-year-old Wei Zhexing was nominated for the "Best Mainland New Director" award and the "Best Mainland Director Award" at the 12th Silver Flower Awards for his documentary "The Gift of the Mountains". "Spring Silkworms", a spin-off of the "Mountain Gift" documentary, was nominated for the best documentary in 2028. On the day he went to Haicheng to attend the award ceremony, Wei Zhexing put on light makeup, a beige cheongsam with light yellow flowers printed on it, and a pair of silver high-heeled shoes with diamonds. His hair was tied very low, with a part hanging down on his chest. At the age of twenty-eight, she is beautiful, gentle and intellectual, with a pair of big eyes that have a soft light, and her whole body exudes a kind of beauty that treats life calmly, contentedly, and happily. A gentle breeze blew around her body, and her broken hair swayed slightly with the breeze. She walked on the red carpet step by step, occasionally raising her hand to look at the camera and smiling. Pei Yun stood among a large group of star-chasers nearby, wearing a retro gray and black short-sleeved shirt and a pair of work jeans. He wore a silver decorative necklace around his neck, and a gray-black peaked cap blocked his eyebrows. Wei Zhexing saw him in the crowd at a glance, raised his hand to his mouth blatantly, and then blew him a kiss. Somewhat deliberate, but also a bit cute. Pei Yun, who already had a smile on his lips, was amused by her sudden blowing kiss. A bright smile overflowed from the corners of his lips. He tilted his head and laughed secretly for a while. Soon after, the etiquette lady handed over a signature pen, and Wei Zhexing turned around and signed his name on the big curtain. Since Pei Yun was invited to participate in some hip-hop activities abroad when he was nominated for the Director Award and was not sure that he would be able to attend, Wei Zhexing did not ask the organizer to add a family seat. Judging from his appearance, he probably came back from buying tickets in a hurry. After the red carpet ended, many celebrity directors returned to the ceremony site to find seats, but Wei Zhexing found a gap and ran out. She held up one side of her cheongsam skirt and trotted along on high heels. The late spring light shone on her face. Her face was not as elegant as it was when she was walking on the red carpet, but was more playful and well-behaved. Pei Yun walked towards him slowly, spreading his arms to greet her. He walked very slowly at first, then gradually sped up, and ran over to hug her. He smiled and asked: "My great director, how are you feeling today?" Wei Zhexing put his hands around his neck and smiled extremely satisfied: "It felt good at first, but now it feels particularly good because my husband is here." Pei Yun carried him and walked towards the infield: "Can the family members open a back door and go in?" Wei Zhexing thought for a moment: "It should be okay. I'll go tell the organizer and ask if I can watch it on the second floor." Wei Zhexing held his face and kissed him. Seeing his tired look, he asked, "Do you want to rest for a while? Are you sleepy?" Pei Yun shook his head: "I fell asleep on the plane, I'm not sleepy." "Put me down." Wei Zhexing smiled and moved his legs, "I'll go find the organizer first." Pei Yun hummed, put her on the ground, stretched out his hand to smooth her hair: "Go, I'll wait for you here." Wei Zhexing raised his feet and walked away. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly turned back and asked him: "Am I beautiful today?" "Beautiful, very beautiful." Pei Yun replied with a smile, "My boss is beautiful every day." ...
Chinese Valentine's Day 💫 and ☁️ Extras As Chinese Valentine's Day approaches, Wei Zhexing is still working, and his workplace is quite far from home. Pei Yun went abroad last week. These two days are also the busiest time, and the two of them are celebrating the holidays in different places. In the early morning of Chinese Valentine's Day today, Wei Zhexing received a WeChat transfer message from Pei Yun. Husband on top (advanced version): [WeChat transfer 5200] Husband above (advanced version): [WeChat transfer 111314] Wei Zhexing picked up his phone and rolled around on the bed, typing happily: [What does 111314 mean? ] Husband above (advanced version): [Your nickname. ] Wei Zhexing received the transfer in his hand and turned over, covering himself in the quilt, and laughed happily. Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1177] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 520] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1122] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1314] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1188] Wei Zhexing: [WeChat transfer 1120] Husband above (advanced version): [What does 1122 mean? ] Wei Zhexing: [Yiyi, love love. ] [1177 Has been received] [520 has been received] [1314 has been received] [1188 has been received] [1120 has been received] Wei Zhexing took a closer look and saw that only 1122 was not accepted. She sat up and frowned: "Are you dissatisfied with 1122?" ] Husband above (advanced version): [Mr. Xing, can you give me a discount of 1122? ] Wei Zhexing: [How to cash out? I don't have any cash. ] Husband above (advanced version): [Open the door. ] Wei Zhexing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped on his slippers and opened the door excitedly. Pei Yun stood on one side, leaning his right shoulder against the wall, and asked confusedly: "Do I look like a bad guy?" "Huh?" Wei Zhexing smiled and asked why. Pei Yun raised his chin and pointed at the aunt sweeping the floor in the corridor: "That aunt has been staring at me." Wei Zhexing followed his line of sight and saw that the aunt was indeed looking this way. Suddenly, Pei Yun held out a bouquet of carambola flowers from behind and handed it to her: "Today, Chinese Valentine's Day, I went to the square over there and picked up a bouquet of carambola flowers from the trash can. It seems that the fruit has fallen tonight." Wei Zhexing's hands were sincere: "Oh, are there any trash cans left? Come on, let's pick up the fruits after tomorrow's meal." Pei Yun smiled and raised his eyebrows: "I don't know about that. I came here to make cash, but Mr. Xing won't let me in to chat?" "Ah..." Wei Zhexing opened his mouth, "There's someone inside who hasn't hidden himself properly. Otherwise, why don't you wait for a while and I'll hide my little brother before you come in." Pei Yun deliberately made a tone of voice, then pushed Wei Zhexing aside and entered the room: "Okay, let me go and see what your aesthetics are now." Wei Zhexing closed the door and looked down at the bouquet wrapped in carambolas. There were eleven carambolas in the shape of stars, and there were some small orange flowers as embellishments. "He can run fast." Pei Yun stood in front of her and continued to lean against the wall with a lazy look. Wei Zhexing pouted and kissed him from the distance: "I love you, I love you." Pei Yun shook his head: "I don't want this." Wei Zhexing said with a smile: "Then what do you want?" Pei Yun said: "1122." Wei Zhexing blinked and leaned forward to kiss his lips: "Love, love, love you." "No more paving the way." Pei Yun took the bouquet from her hand and put it on a cabinet. He picked her up by the waist and walked to the bathroom. "Take a bath with me." Wei Zhexing shook his legs helplessly: "I just took a shower." Pei Yun put her in the bathtub and turned on the faucet: "Then wash with me." Wei Zhexing picked up the showerhead and pointed it at Pei Yun, dousing him all over. She couldn't help but shrugged and laughed when Pei Yun poured water back from the sink all over her face. Pei Yun took the slippers with one hand and took out the decorative necklace around his neck with the other. He closed his eyes due to the water from the shower. He put the things by the sink, walked over and disarmed, and squatted in front of the bathtub: "Call me something." Wei Zhexing grabbed both hands and turned to look at him: "I'm calling you, little Paicai." "Little paicai?" "Brother Pei." Wei Zhexing raised his neck and kissed his face, "My best brother Pei." Pei Yun shook his head: "I don't want to hear this today." "Oh." Wei Zhexing knew what he was talking about, but she just pretended to be stupid, "Teacher Xiao Pei, brother Xiao Pei." "I gave you a chance." Pei Yun picked up the shower and washed his feet and hands, stepped into the bathtub, and raised a malicious smile, "I just donated my ears. I won't be able to hear when I'm with you later." Wei Zhexing exclaimed, moved forward and smiled flatteringly: "Husband, husband, handsome husband, I am your wife." Pei Yun reached out and put her on his lap, indicating that he was deaf and could no longer receive signals. Wei Zhexing: "..."
I'm currently preparing a book of ancient novels, and I'm going to change the track first, so I'll update it later, and I'll keep it two chapters, and I'll update it more, because I want to finish it as early as possible. Male protagonist: Li Yuan Heroine: Wen Renxi Little General VS Eldest Princess three years age difference
A side story (hip-hop activity)
It rains heavily in the old city in September. Wei Zhexing used his director account to repost a video officially released by Old City, and instantly tens of thousands of people retweeted, commented and liked it. This is a warm-up Weibo post for an upcoming large-scale hip-hop event. The video features many heroic performances of dancers from all over the world. After the four-minute dance clip, Zhang Xiao, the captain of the Shengxi Dance Troupe, appeared. "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Xiao from the Shengxi Dance Troupe. There is a lot of wine in the old city and a lot of joy in the old city. To be honest, there are more things in the old city this year, that is, there are more dancers and more handsome guys. I am here to welcome you all on behalf of our hometown. Let us drink wine while dancing with the world. See you in the old city on September 16th." ... Pei Yun received an invitation letter a month ago, saying that he would perform a dance with the Shengxi Dance Troupe at the opening, and also let him perform a solo show. Pei Yun is now twenty-eight years old and has been dancing for twenty-six years. He has won numerous championships since he was a child. As a group favorite in the hip-hop industry, he will be invited to attend these large-scale hip-hop events and competitions. As a major guest, it is natural for him to show off his dancing skills. This year he wanted to do something special, and he told the organizer that he would dance with one person. Of course, the organizer had no reason to disagree. Then Wei Zhexing was coaxed by him to go to the dance studio, where Teacher Pei personally taught her some hip-hop moves that she could learn quickly. Wei Zhexing had practiced ballet and folk dance for more than two years when he was a child. His limbs were fairly coordinated, but his strength was a bit weak. Regarding this kind of thing, Wei Zhexing didn't dare to slack off at all. She respected dance, respected Pei Yun, and even more respected this event. After all, most of the guests arriving were Pei Yun's friends, so she definitely couldn't hold back. Pei Yun danced with her behind her, shouting the rhythm to her. Seeing her tense state, he couldn't help but smile: "How about taking a rest?" "Watch me do it again." Wei Zhexing took a deep breath and thought about the dance moves, "I'll do it in slow motion first, and then speed it up." Pei Yun hummed: "Do you need me to dance with you from behind?" Wei Zhexing shook his head and stood there: "I'm starting." "Come on." Pei Yun smiled at her and shouted the rhythm to her in a low voice. This was a lock dance, and the rhythm was relatively fast. Wei Zhexing had memorized all the moves, but he still couldn't keep up with Pei Yun's fast rhythm. After finishing this dance, Pei Yun smiled and gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's very good, the expression is cool. The movements are also very crisp, and the dance is more handsome than mine." "Really or not." Wei Zhexing smiled and waved to him, "Come here and let me try this one-handed support. When I did it by myself last night, I could hold it for two seconds." Pei Yun walked over and stood behind her to protect her. Wei Zhexing rubbed his hands nervously, looked at Pei Yun, put his hands on the ground with his right foot on the floor, hooked his left foot back, hesitated for a few times, and then stood up with all his strength. After she let go of her left hand and held it steady for three seconds, she fell back. Pei Yun reached out and grabbed her waist and picked her up: "Get down slowly." As he said that, he showed Wei Zhexing on the spot: "Like this." Wei Zhexing smacked his lips and sat down on the ground, feeling a little melancholy: "What do you think we will do if we mess up on the day of the performance?" "It doesn't matter, you dance very well." Pei Yun smiled and sat next to her, comforting, "You have only been practicing for a week and you are so good." Wei Zhexing looked at him and smiled: "I just want to do better and don't want to make mistakes." "You have to think about it, I'm behind you." Pei Yun stretched out his hand to smooth her messy hair, "And you can dance so well, you won't make any mistakes." "What if you really make a mistake?" Wei Zhexing smiled, "That would be the first time in your dance performance career that you make a mistake in cooperating with a pig teammate like me. What will you do if you are laughed at?" Pei Yun said: "I will stand behind you and see who dares to laugh. I asked Ayuan to take a small notebook and write it down. I will kill anyone who laughs that night." Wei Zhexing pursed his lips and smiled, held his face and kissed him. Pei Yun suddenly looked at her seriously and said, "Also, who said you were a pig teammate. You are obviously my - pig wife." Wei Zhexing snorted: "What, you actually called me a pig." "I am, I am." Pei Yun looked up at her and smiled, "I am a pig." "No, how can you be a pig?" Wei Zhexing moved to his side and whispered in his ear, "You are my baby, my Yang Yiyi's big baby." "Then - what should you be to me?" Pei Yun put his arm around her shoulders, pretending to think. Wei Zhexing raised his eyes and looked at him expectantly. "You are the most dazzling medal I want most." "Why?" "Guess." Pei Yun looked at the two people closely leaning against each other in the mirror and whispered, "I have been obsessed with medals since I was a child, and I must win them. Later, when all of them saw me appearing on the field, they felt that this medal was mine." He will hold the medal and walk to the highest step, declaring that he is the love of his life. September 16, 2027. Pei Yun and Wei Zhexing arrived at the scene, and now many street dance dancers and enthusiasts gathered. Pei Yun meets someone he knows every two steps he takes. He has friends all over the world, but Wei Zhexing still hasn't recognized them all. She thought that when she gets old, Pei Yun will probably introduce her to some friends she has never met before. Wei Zhexing walked side by side with him. In order to dance, she was wearing a white tight V-neck dress, a pair of pink overalls, and a pink peaked cap on her head. Pei Yun introduced her to his friends one by one, but she couldn't understand some of the language. "Pei, long time no see." Pei Yun hummed in a low voice, turned his head and introduced Wei Zhexing: "This is Aiden, the one who wrote the letter after the debate in my sophomore year of high school." Speaking of this, Wei Zhexing's eyes lit up as she looked at this legendary goddess. After so many years, she was finally lucky enough to meet this transnational friend who had been rumored to be in love with Pei Yun when she was a student. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and elegant temperament. She is really beautiful, just like a fairy in a fairy tale. Pei Yun smiled, and then introduced Wei Zhexing to Aiden: "My lover, Wei Zhexing." "I know." Aiden stretched out his hands and hugged Wei Zhexing, his eyes falling on her for a few seconds, "I thought Pei went to exchange for a girlfriend. The photos he sent were different from yours now. You were very beautiful in the photos." Pei Yun exclaimed and laughed, "When did she stop being beautiful?" "..." Aiden was silent for two seconds and looked at Wei Zhexing sincerely, "I am a little foreigner. You can trust me. I am... I have not learned Chinese well. Isn't it wrong to give you the meaning...?" Wei Zhexing couldn't help but laughed in a low voice and waved his hands hastily: "It's okay, it's okay, you are very cute." "You are actually very beautiful too." Aiden smiled slightly, "Pei is also like Lai Gebao, very handsome." Pei Yun: "..." Wei Zhexing couldn't hold back his laughter again. Pei Yun asked with a smile: "Tell me who taught you the dialect, and I promise not to beat him." Aiden pointed to Zhang Xiao over there: "It was Xiao who told me that Lai Gebao praises handsome boys... Doesn't he?" "Yes, yes." Wei Zhexing smiled and taught her, "Actually, Zhang Xiao has a nickname, Yao'er." Aiden repeated suspiciously: "Yao'er." Wei Zhexing nodded and praised: "Then you say this to me, and you will praise me back later." Aiden said one word obediently: "Okay." "You said - Yao'er, you are a Hamapai." Pei Yun turned his head and snickered when he heard this. Aiden thought for a moment: "Wouldn't this be a very bad word?" "No, no, it's a dialect." Wei Zhexing pushed her forward, "Let's go, I'll teach you again." "Okay." Aiden nodded obediently, imitating Wei Zhexing's tone, "Yao'er, you are a Hama Pi." Wei Zhexing brought her to Zhang Xiao with a childish expression on his face. Zhang Xiao saw the malicious expression on her face and became wary: "Mr. Xing, what's wrong?" Wei Zhexing said seriously: "Beauty Aiden has something to say to you." "Yeah." Zhang Xiao looked at Aiden and smiled, "What do you want to say?" Aiden tried hard to remember this passage, and then held it out of his mouth. "Yao'er, you are a Hamapai." Zhang Xiao: "..." Wei Zhexing saw that the situation was not good and ran away. Zhang Xiao shouted angrily to her: "Wei Zhexing!!! I'm going to kill you." Wei Zhexing ran behind Pei Yun and hid, unable to stop laughing wildly. Pei Yun stopped Zhang Xiao and shot him a look: "Who are you going to kill?" Zhang Xiao felt guilty for a while. "Brother Xiao." Pei Yun looked at him and smiled, "As a Sichuanese, my understanding of Leibao over the years seems to be a bit wrong. Can you explain it?"
Better than the tenderness of time (refer to Chapter 102, Pei Yun's perspective)
At nine o'clock in the evening, Pei Yun turned on his phone after a busy day. Messages popped up one after another on social media. He swiped away, picked up the hat next to him and put it on. The staff on the side greeted him, and he nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, see you tomorrow." He walked out of the dance studio and looked down at the messages on WeChat. At this time, there were 999+ messages on the WeChat interface, which were basically irrelevant. Uncle: "Fortunately, I'll talk about it when I have time." Ayuan: "Brother, have you got off work? I want to tell you something big. Sister Xingxing is going on a blind date tomorrow night. It's absolutely true." A Yuan: "Why haven't you replied to the message? What if Sister Xingxing really has a successful blind date with someone else? I like her so much. Can you take Sister Xingxing to be my sister-in-law?" Ayuan: "Brother, let me tell you, if you don't reply to my message, you will regret it one day in the future." Ayuan: "Please, please reply to the message, brother, my sister-in-law is gone." Zhang Xiao: "I heard Mr. Xing say that we are going on a blind date tomorrow. I feel like she is not very willing. Can you ask?" Qi Yunshen: "Ah Yuan has told you everything. He is a very anxious kid. Please come back and ask." 11: "Okay." In the afternoon, Wei Zhexing asked him how soon he would be back. After he mentioned a date, he saw that she sent a cute emoticon and stopped replying. After thinking for a while, he opened the dialog box and typed a few words: You are going on a blind date tomorrow-- He frowned, deleted the typed sentence and typed: I heard from Zhang Xiao and the others that you will-- Pei Yun typed several words in succession, but none of them were very timely. He raised his head and looked at the black night sky. The wind at the moment was still making him feel a little cold. After thinking about it, he simply squatted by the stairs and started thinking. He stared at the conversation between himself and Wei Zhexing for a long time, and then looked up some of the blessings Wei Zhexing had sent him. She speaks like she writes poetry and is able to appeal to his emotional value. Pei Yun turned off the phone screen, and what came to his mind was Wei Zhexing's bright and charming face, with a sweet smile that made people happy just to look at it. As for the relationship between the two, it does not reach the level of meddling in other people's private affairs. But when she thought of going on a blind date, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart. Could it be that he is really like Zou Yujin said, a scumbag who only likes to be ambiguous with others? Thinking of this, Pei Yun couldn't help but frown slightly, unlocked the screen of his phone, and clicked on Wei Zhexing's dialog box. The last message came at around three o'clock today. She usually rested at this time and would usually ask herself if she had rested yet, but today she didn't wait for that message. Are you really going to prepare for the blind date tomorrow? He turned off the screen of his mobile phone again, leaned his hands vertically on his knees, tilted his head and couldn't help but think elsewhere. Many sounds and images came to his mind. Zou Yujin: "I'm not saying that, Xingxing's clothes are really good. She dresses beautifully every time, like a little princess." Jiang Qinyuan: "Brother, I discovered that Sister Xingxing only wears beautiful little skirts when she comes to see you. Although she usually dresses beautifully when she is with us, she doesn't do that when she goes out with you." "Don't look at me. I just took off my makeup and chose such ugly clothes on purpose." Then she hasn't sent him a message for so long. Could it be that she is choosing a beautiful dress for tomorrow's blind date? Wei Zhexing is indeed a little princess, beautiful, bright, cute without even realizing it, the kind that everyone loves. If her blind date sees her, he will definitely like her too. He thought. But when he thought that the little princess would wear a beautiful little dress for a blind date tomorrow, he felt uncomfortable. He struggled in place for a long time, the howling night wind bringing a chill. He didn't wear much, so it was getting colder and colder as he stayed like this. He clicked on Wei Zhexing's dialog box again and typed slowly: What are you doing-- No, it's quite like a harassing text message. Pei Yun slapped himself in the face, and added the word "there" to the original: What are you doing-- In less than two seconds, he silently deleted these three words. He lowered his head and fell into endless tangles. Two minutes later, Jiang Qinyuan's call came in, and he clicked the answer button. "My brother, can you please reply to the message? I am almost dying of a sister-in-law who is as old as me. What are you doing now? Don't say you haven't read the message yet. You should be off work by now." He said, "I just got off work and am about to go back." "Ask Sister Xingxing first. Don't rush to reply to me." "Okay, hang up first." He sighed deeply, then clicked on Wei Zhexing's dialog box. After typing a few words, I made up my mind and sent it: "I just got off work and am packing my luggage." One minute. Two minutes. ... Eight minutes. She was really busy choosing a dress. Pei Yun's beautiful eyes dimmed instantly, but then she thought, maybe she was too tired and went to bed early today. After thinking about it, he sent another message: "Are you asleep?" 11: "Not yet." For some reason, Pei Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this message from her. He smiled and made a voice call. It's normal for friends to care about each other. He comforted himself and the call was connected. He asked: "Have you had dinner?" "Eat, Thai hotpot with my best friend." The person on the other end of the phone sounded happy. Pei Yun pursed his lips and asked a tangled question out of breath: "I heard from Ayuan that you are going on a blind date tomorrow night?" Wei Zhexing: "Yes, my parents have fallen in love with a boy and have been talking about it for almost half a year. They want me to give it a try." Pei Yun's heart skipped a beat as he thought of Wei Zhexing's father, who seemed quite easy to talk to. Besides, Wei Zhexing was only twenty-four or five years old, was he in such a hurry to get married on a blind date? He thought for a while and asked: "Is he still the same boy?" The person on the other end made a muffled sound. Pei Yun then asked: "What is his personality like? How do you feel about him?" "She has a good personality, cheerful and mature, and is almost four years older than me. My parents think that I should let me see her first." The tone there was very calm, and there was a sense of enjoyment in it. Pei Yun smiled softly, his smile a little dry: "Oh, that's okay, I just came to ask. Ayuan just called and said that your parents asked you to go on a blind date. You don't seem very happy, so let me ask." "Oh." Pei Yun sighed quietly in his heart and said with a smile: "As long as you are not unhappy." He also wanted to say that if you are unhappy, just tell him, or you can refuse, but this sentence is quite abrupt, mainly because the identity is inappropriate. He couldn't help but think lonely. "Actually... I was a little unhappy just now, but now I am quite happy. When I talk to you, there is no unhappy time. I don't like that boy, I don't have any feelings, and there is no resonance in my soul." Pei Yun was stunned for a moment. Hearing what she said, he felt a little happy for some reason, especially when she said, "When I talk to you, there is no time when I am unhappy." He laughed for a while, corrected his tone, and made his tone sound more normal: "If you don't like it, just reject it." The person over there said "Okay" obediently, with a very sweet tone. Pei Yun couldn't help but picture her talking obediently, sweetly and cutely. The person on the other end continued to ask him: "Are you free tomorrow night? I will invite you to sing after ten o'clock." Pei Yun was stunned for a moment, thought about tomorrow's itinerary, and said warmly: "I don't think so. I'm coming back in a hurry. I'll get off the plane at 7:30 and go back to the company first. If I come to Chengdu again, it's already early morning. I'm going to country M the next day." "What a rush." Pei Yun clearly heard a hesitant sigh over there. Just as he was about to say that he was taking a nine-day holiday, he heard someone calling him. Xia Mingxin walked over slowly. Pei Yun nodded and heard Wei Zhexing say: "Are you busy? I'll hang up first." Pei Yun exclaimed and hurriedly explained: "I was outside at the moment and happened to meet Xia Mingxin." The girl on the other end laughed: "Okay, bye, good night." The main reason was that he just lied and said that he was packing his luggage in the hotel, and now a girl came to see him, fearing that she would misunderstand that he was in the hotel and a girl came in. Xia Mingxin greeted him in H language and asked, "You haven't left yet?" Pei Yun put away his phone and said, "Just getting ready to go back." "How about I send you there?" "No, it's not far. I'll walk back." Pei Yun smiled politely, "If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Happy birthday to the most amazing dancer, Pei Yun.
Brother Pei is 25 this year and Mr. Xing is 24. I wish you both will stay young forever. "The limbs of youth dance the dance of youth, and the people of youth do youthful things."
Rongcheng No. 7 Middle School F4 Extra
Pei Yung just came out of the English teacher's office, glanced at the three resentful brothers standing outside, and was about to leave. Liang Xiao followed him closely, and couldn't help but fold his arms and call him: "Hey, that dog, stop." Pei Yun paused: "What's wrong?" "Why are we the number one in the class standing here, but you can be so cool?" Liang Xiao looked at him speechlessly. Pei Yun glanced at the sullen Fu Xingzhou beside him and said calmly: "Maybe this is strength?" Liang Xiao almost kicked him: "Fuck you, you are the fifth-last person in the class, what strength do you have?" At this time, Zou Song, who was ranked last in the class, raised his eyes and gave Liang Xiao a faint look. "Sorry, I forgot to praise my sister." Liang Xiao laughed, "I didn't mean what you meant." Zou Song clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "When I am liberated, I will donate your mouth." "Shut your mouth." Fu Xingzhou, who was standing upright, glanced at the three of them, "The noise is giving me a headache." Liang Xiao couldn't help but sigh: "Who among the three of us is in the worst situation, Brother Fan? He got 140 in English and is still standing here." "So can I leave? Brothers?" Pei Yun moved his eyebrows and said with a smile. "Who are your brothers, get out." Liang Xiao rolled his eyes at him. "Okay, little one, get out of here." Pei Yun smiled and just raised his feet to leave when the English teacher called him with a paper: "Pei Yun, the next class is physical education, right?" Pei Yun's heart skipped a beat and he yelled that something was wrong and he was going to be arrested again. He was silent for a moment and was about to say that he had forgotten. I saw those three guys looking at the English teacher very sincerely and nodding. Pei Yun: "..." The English teacher hummed: "Then you go into the office and help me correct the Class 8 test paper. The three of you come in with your test papers." The three gods walked into the house with their heads lowered simultaneously, and Pei Yun straightened up and followed behind. "Sit over there and make corrections." The English teacher handed Pei Yun a red pen, then picked up Liang Xiao's test paper and started criticizing mode. "My heart aches when I see you every day." The English teacher rolled his eyes angrily, "Full marks in physics, perfect marks in mathematics, and close to perfect marks in other subjects. Even in English, I got 80 or 90 points. Yes, you are so happy that you can get 120 points. I don't even have a blood pressure. If you are good at dancing, why is it so difficult to learn English? Ah, I don't know how you got 80 or 90 points in the exam, and your essay. If you were Li Hua, and you were asked to write a letter of advice to your friend on how to learn Chinese well, what would you write, suggesting that he marry a Chinese wife? " Pfft-" Fu Xingzhou and Zou Song couldn't help but lowered their heads and laughed muffledly. The English teacher picked up the test paper and hit Liang Xiao on the head, glaring at the two of them sideways: "And you, Fu Xingzhou, have you memorized the English words? If you memorize them, can you lose your ten points? Zou Song, you are the same. You can pass the English test with a score of over 60. The average English score of our class is 132. Your meager score cannot be reached even if multiplied by 2. I am not telling you that if you can score 120 in English, your total score will be 700. " Zou Song lowered his head and took the scolding. Liang Xiao tried hard to suppress the rising corners of his mouth. The English teacher's eyes changed: "What are you proud of? If you can get 120 or 130 in English, your total score will be 720. " Liang Xiao muttered: "The total score of the dog next to me is only 660. " "At least my English teacher got perfect marks in the exam. He basically got an average score in every subject. He is well-rounded and his English is so good that he can communicate with foreigners without any problems. What will you do when you go abroad in the future?" " "Teacher, you can't say that. Liang Xiao smiled and said, "If everyone could speak fluently, wouldn't the translator be unemployed?" " The English teacher kept his old anger in his heart and took a deep breath to try to calm himself down: "Liang Xiao, you have never corrected your attitude. Look at the other two, they are getting scolded. As for you, you can say something to me. " Liang Xiao looked at Zou Song next to him, stretched out his hand and poked his arm: "Sister Song, speak up, the 308th hair on your left side says you are not convinced. Although he looked like he was being scolded humbly, he was dissatisfied. He said he felt dizzy when he saw the letters that filled the test paper. He felt like the words were breaking apart, and they came out and spat on his head. " Zou Song: "..." The English teacher couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "Don't always give people nicknames. " "Oh. "Liang Xiao moved his lips. The English teacher held his heart: "From now on, the four of you will be in a study group. Pei Yun, you will be responsible for holding them three times a day, taking dictation, writing and memorizing compositions. My blood pressure is a bit high. I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. Wait for me to calm down." " Pei Yun thought to himself, you simply don't care about my life or death. (I can't post the relevant chapters after finishing the book, so I'll post it in the comment area. Of these three books, only Songmei is on campus, but not in No. 7 Middle School, and the timeline is in the first year of high school. The arrogant little Sun Songmei is quite cute. Our Brother Pei is the darling in the eyes of the teacher. English teacher: Another day of doting)
New book coming~ Update time: Before 8:00 every night, everyone can watch it after 8 o'clock. If you have recommendation tickets, you can throw them in my face. Our cute straight-ball girl Xiao Yiyi and the handsome and passionate teacher Pei.
Highly recommended
These few chapters I've been writing recently feel so sweet. There won't be any abuse later on, right? Do Xingxing's parents agree with their affairs? The author will update soon. I can't wait to know what happens next.
Extra: He is the name of my entire youth [The movie The Faith of Youth is Jinghong_Director's Thoughts]
[Purely fictitious, no prototype, please do not get too entangled. After the summer when I was twelve years old, I unknowingly cast my eyes on him. Every moment we passed by him was like a tiny, tiny heartbeat to me. And my youth is named after him. I went to primary school in Rong No. 7 Affiliated Primary School and went straight to the junior high school. But he went to a private foreign language primary school. He went to junior high school and entered the junior high school of No. 7 Middle School and entered the Rocket Class. When I was in junior high school, I was the English class representative in my class. I often went to the office. Every time I passed by the office, I would often hear the teacher in the English group praise him. He is said to be gentle and sunny, clean and pure, excellent and self-disciplined. Awards of all sizes come easily to him, and he deserves to be on the honor roll. When teachers talked about his name, their eyes were full of pride and appreciation. He is a typical child from other people's families. At that time, my impression of him was still in Zhujun Street, where he was confident and sunny. I wonder what kind of family can raise such an outstanding child. In the past few years, when boys loved leggings and beanies, his style was completely different from these boys. His clothes were basically the same. I overheard a classmate in our class talking about the price of his clothes, saying that the clothes he wore were expensive, rare and expensive. Growing up, I never worried about my clothes, and I didn't do much research on clothing brands. I just liked watching him dance. During that period, I was very fascinated by hip-hop. My phone, computer, and tablet were full of hip-hop videos. I even went to discuss with my father that I wanted to switch to street dancing instead of ballet, but they didn't agree, saying that girls are more elegant in ballet. A month after the first semester of the second grade of junior high school, I heard my classmates talking about how he no longer wore those expensive clothes. They wondered if something had happened to his family. I asked my neighbor's brother about his family's misfortune, and he said I was overthinking it. His few words also gave me some guesses. It wasn't until I saw my dad give him a bank card one time that my doubts were dispelled. He was indeed in trouble. My best friend is always worried about his character, afraid that he loves vanity, afraid that he will deceive little girls with his second-generation persona, afraid that he is just good-looking but actually has extremely poor character, afraid that I only see this side of him that I want to see, afraid that after getting to know him in the future, my mood will fall from the clouds to the bottom, and I will not be able to accept such a big difference. I have never thought about these issues, because I have always seen him with a sunny and gentle side. He treats others gently, understands propriety and etiquette. There is nothing wrong with him. If I really see his ugly side one day, I won't regret it, because during this short period of my youth, I have already figured out how to name it. There were a lot of rumors at that time, but outstanding people relied on their strength to keep their mouths shut. He was also very successful in those days, winning a bunch of municipal and provincial awards, and even participated in youth hip-hop competitions internationally. Step by step, he climbed up to the clouds and became the favored man of heaven in the eyes of everyone. It wasn't until the second semester of the second grade of junior high school that the school leaders announced a demerit in front of all the teachers and students, which was about him. At that time, I only remember that the whole school was in an uproar, and the unbelievable shock was greater than anything else. After class, I heard someone from our class talk about how he and my neighbor's brother helped their class' dormitory students privately connect electric wires to make charging easier for them. It was quite miserable for him that time. The boy in his class betrayed both of them. Later, he was punished by the grade director and made to run 2,000 meters, and even called his parents. That night, my neighbor's brother was beaten by his father and sent to the hospital. I couldn't help but worry whether he would be punished by his family. After all, this was a demerit that could not be offset by any awards he had received. However, when I saw him with a smile on his face and a lively boyish look on his face on Monday, I realized that my worries were unnecessary. He was neither complaining nor angry, gentle and clean. At that moment, I seemed to see a cluster of the most flawless moonlight, and that burst of light sprinkled all over my body. Later, he recorded our school's admissions video. He was also on the cover of our school's self-made winter and summer vacation exercises. He was also included in the display of outstanding seniors in the handbook issued to freshmen. His face had lost its innocence and had a unique vigor of an adolescent boy, as if every ray of light in the world was unconditionally favoring him. At that moment I seemed to realize that he had grown up. In the summer after I graduated from junior high school, I went to his competition for the first time. He was fearless and confident on the field. It was the first time I saw him like that. I always felt that no words in the world could describe that feeling. There was only this sentence in my mind. "He was born to dance." Later, when he entered high school, he entered the rocket class. When the classes were divided, he chose science and was in the best class. However, I was 47 points behind the science A score and was placed in the ordinary class. He is still shining brightly and can be seen in every corner. I often find him dancing in a corner of the campus. His love keeps him forever young and youthful. ...I participated in the same municipal English competition with him in the last semester of my freshman year of high school, and I secretly took a photo of him. I felt like he discovered me, but he didn't say anything. In the first semester of my sophomore year in high school, he went to participate in an international debate competition. That was the first time I felt the gap between him and me. The distance between us seems to be growing apart every minute and every second. He has been deified in my world, making it impossible for other people to be included in my vision. During the summer vacation of my sophomore year in high school, I went to that square almost every day. Most of the dancers were there, but he was missing. I asked my friends and they told me that he lived in Suizhou and might have gone back to Suizhou. I didn't see him for two months. On the first day of school, I stood waiting at the school gate. Every year on registration day, he and his friends would take a group photo at the gate of No. 7 Middle School. They were a group of brilliant and bright people, but I was very small and mediocre, not worth mentioning. The last time I heard the teachers in the English group talk about him was in December of his senior year in high school. Every one of them was regretting it, saying that he struggled for a long time when signing the admission agreement for an overseas university, and finally said he wanted to take the art exam. In fact, this is nothing to regret. He can shine in any field. He is a dancer and will dance for life one day. My youth was very dull and ended in a hurry, ending with an email. Talking about this youthful memory, I can only say that it is nothing special, just because a special person suddenly broke in, and then shined brightly. Therefore, he is the name of my entire youth. Later, of course our story continued, he... I don't have to fight anymore. My boss said he wants to support me. I can eat soft food while I am young. Thank you friends who have read this. I wish you a happy life. He had just finished his work, typing randomly on my keyboard, and now went to wash up. We will always walk on the road, and our love will be the most romantic name in this life. Today I want to wish him that no matter how noisy the world is, there will always be flowers on his road ahead. I wish you a happy life! ! ! ! --Wei Zhexing
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