Chapter 31: Thirty one
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How Much for a Pound of Cuteness
- Qi Jian
- 2178 characters
- 2021-03-02 05:20:52
The curtain was pulled twice, because the hook was hung, but it was not opened.
Chuchi was shocked with a sudden shock and shoved away the person in front of him.
Lu Jiaheng stepped back two steps, his expression filled with interrupted dissatisfaction.
The sound is noisy outside. If I remember the first day, the performance of the hip-hop club is in the middle. What is the next show?
Sketch? Or is it a folk dance?
Chuichi glanced at Lu Jiaheng nervously, raised his finger to his lips and made a false gesture, stuttered: "I'm sorry! This dress is a bit difficult to wear, you go and see!
The girl said anxiously: "There are people beside me too!"
"Then wait a minute!"
She looked at the people in front of her, she was helpless, and she had no idea what to do.
Hatsuri walked quietly to the door, listened for a while with his ear against the curtain, then walked back and leaned back against the wall again.
The space in the temporary dressing room is very small, one person is already a little crowded, and there is little room for two people to move in.
What's more, he is still so big.
Chu Zhi quietly looked up at Lu Jiaheng.
He still looked unhurried, straightening his head slightly to his side, waiting for her to speak.
They had a dressing room at the end, someone on the right hand side was changing clothes, and the left hand side was at the end, against the wall.
Chuichi hooked his hand at him.
Lu Jiaheng leaned over his head obediently.
She whispered in his ear and asked, "What should I do?"
Lu Jiaheng also cooperated with her to whisper her ear: "Go straight out."
Chuichi stared at him panic-strickenly.
She pointed at herself, and at him, inexhaustible: "We can't just go out like this..."
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows, and he seemed to want to laugh a little: "Why not?"
He lowered his head, his eyes low, his voice lowered, and the texture was slightly sandy. He gently turned softly: "What have you done badly?"
Hakuchi's face burned like he was burning, and he was speechless.
This is not a question of doing nothing at all.
Even if this is the case, it's definitely not okay for the two people to go out like this.
Hatsumi was tangled to death, biting his lip for a long time and couldn't think of a way.
The girl outside seemed really anxious. After waiting for her for a while, there was no voice in it, and he said, "Sorry, can I come in and change with you?"
At first, Shoichi was overwhelmed and quickly said: "No!"
She stood against the wall, like a little ant on a hot pot, her face full of anxiety.
Lu Jiaheng adjusted her posture and looked at her leisurely.
After thinking about it for a while, Hakuchi leaned over and stood on tiptoe as much as possible: "Otherwise I will find a way to distract her later. If you take the opportunity to crawl out, I can use the skirt to help you cover a little."
Hatsuri pulled up the skirt, and the skirt of her costume was very wide. If a person was lying on the ground, he could indeed block some.
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
The laid-back expression on Lu Jiaheng's face was gone, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch: "Crawl out?"
Chuichi nodded very seriously.
Lu Jiaheng was smirked by her: "Do you want me to crawl out like this?"
He smiled somberly, his eyes seemed to be too aggressive and lethal. He shrank his neck weakly and said softly: "There is no other way..."
Lu Jiaheng took a deep breath: "Go straight out."
"No, no!"
Lu Jiaheng was impatient.
He frowned and showed a slightly impatient expression.
At first, he looked at him pitifully, and the lipstick on the lower lip seemed to be eaten by her, with a little saliva on it, shiny.
Lu Jiaheng took a deep breath, his temple jumped, and compromised: "I will try to find a solution that will not be discovered, but you have to compensate me."
Chuichi still cares about those things now, as long as she is not found, but she can only think of letting him crawl out.
She hurriedly nodded like a peck.
The little girl's appearance seemed to be very impatient, and Lu Jiaheng looked down at her reaction and narrowed her eyes.
The voices of the two were very quiet. Hatsuri always kept her neck up. Fortunately, she was wearing high heels, which was a lot higher than usual, and she was not very tired.
Lu Jiaheng also cooperated with her low bow, and in order to maintain balance, he supported the wall with one hand and put his head to her ear: "You just don't want to be seen with me?"
Right, right, right, right, right.
What will others think about this?
Chuichi continued to nod wildly.
After finishing the order, I felt something was wrong.
She stopped quickly.
But it seems too late.
Lu Jiaheng whispered: "OK."
This sound is not the same as before. It has a cold and cold feeling, faint, and no mood swings.
With a soft sound, there was a string in Chuchi's brain that stretched tightly at once.
She hadn't had time to react yet, and Lu Jiaheng suddenly stood up.
He didn't speak anymore, he hooked the corner of his lips coldly, didn't even look at her, turned around and raised his hand, and the slender index finger was pulled over by the hanging curtain. between.
The dark red curtain was lifted for a moment as he went out, and then lowered, his eyes blocked again.
Chuichi stood alone in the fitting room.
The footsteps of the girl outside who had been urging and walking anxiously also stopped.
After more than ten seconds, Chuichi reacted.
The girl outside also hesitated for a while before carefully opening the curtain a little, flushing his face and glancing inwards uncertainly.
She held a tuft of clothes in her arms, looked at her, and quickly looked away: "That..."
The look she looked at at Hakuchi was very indescribable. Hakuchi only glanced at it, and she had no courage to distinguish the meaning.
She lowered her head anxiously, whispering sorry, and hurried out.
The girl saw her back flashing through the crowd and suddenly realized.
She recalled the expressionless man who just went out. She felt a little familiar with him, where she had seen it, but she couldn't remember it for a while.
Think about the girl's face that was just ashamed of shame, and there was a sense of guilt about whether she had broken the good of others.
It was her turn for the next show, and the girl quickly shook her head, not thinking about it, and hurriedly closed the curtain to change clothes.
Embarrassed.
From early childhood to early age, I never felt so embarrassed.
She almost fled the desert and hurried out of the dressing room, her head deeply buried all the way, afraid to look around.
All around were messy human voices, voices and laughter, noisy in the background, and she flew through the crowd quickly with her head down.
She even felt that everyone around her had seen the scene just now, everyone was secretly looking at her, talking about her, saying that she was hiding in a small dressing room in a public place and a man secretly, saying she Not ashamed.
He just left her like that and left alone.
Just leave her alone, and he just walked away.
Jerk.
Asshole, hate ghosts, annoying spirits.
Lu Jiaheng, this bastard.
Hatsumi bit her lips tightly, widening her eyes, trying to suppress the sourness that appeared in her eyes.
Returning to the preparatory area of the drama club, the original words just came back. As soon as I saw her, I quickly walked two steps and called her.
Chuchi looked back, his eyes a little red.
Originally, I didn't know what to ask her to say. At this time, when I saw her expression, I was shocked and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Hatsuri bowed his head: "Nothing..."
The original word came closer and looked down at her with her head down: "What's the matter?"
At first, his mouth was flat and his eyes were soaked. I didn't know why, so I felt wronged.
Grievous.
She took a deep breath, shook her head, and gently rubbed her eyes with her fingertips, carefully preventing makeup from rubbing off. The voice was low and weak, a little dumb: "Nothing, just a little worried, I'm afraid I'm not good at acting. "
Original words heard, frowned slightly.
Obviously did not believe too much.
But soon, his eyebrows were reopened, and he smiled lightly at her, revealing a small half of her tiger teeth: "Sister, don't be afraid, I will take you with you."
At first I was crying, and my voice was all crying, and my emotions finally found a reasonable excuse to vent. It seemed like: "I only played potted plants...Will I drag my legs..."
The original words were in a hurry and incoherent: "The potted plants are good, how difficult the potted plants are to perform, eh, don't cry, sister."
For the next period of time, Hakuchi always sat in front of the dressing table without moving.
The young lady who had applied her makeup ran over to replenish her with almost the lipstick she had eaten, and Qian Dingwan asked her not to bite her lips again.
Chuchi responded obediently, and the script was spread out in front of him for a while, and the WeChat prompt on the mobile phone sounded.
Today, Friday, the afternoon of the school performance ended after the holiday. It was WeChat of my first father and asked her when it would end in the afternoon, if she would come to pick her up.
At the end of the first message, Shuichi exited the dialog box and saw the name below.
Lu Jiaheng also sent her several WeChat messages a few days ago. She hadn't returned it, but she just put it there after reading it.
Actually, at first Hakuchi no longer felt angry.
She is the kind of character that comes and goes quickly. Although she feels that Lu Jiaheng had acted a bit excessively before, she didn't care much about him, but it has been several days. Sent a message.
But this is also the original.
Hakuchi looked at the name, vigorously drummed his cheeks, clicked to make a note, and entered.
She put down her phone angrily and started reading the script again.
After watching it for a few minutes, I took my phone again, slid it to unlock it, clicked WeChat, and joined the blacklist.
Never want to ignore him again!
When Lu Jiaheng returned to the front, Cheng Yi was eating potato chips.
On the stage, the sketch just retired, followed by the folk dance, Cheng Yi tilted his head: "It's time you came back."
Lu Jiaheng's lips drooped downwards, without a word, and returned to his position. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the performance on the front stage.
A dozen girls on the stage, light and dexterous like a lark bird, dancing with the sound of music, a long yellow dress with a long waist revealing a slender waist and a white belly.
Cheng Yizhong commented: "It is worthy of professionalism, this figure is more energetic than the group of hip-hops just now."
Lu Jiaheng's eyes were cold, no expression.
After two more shows, it was a drama show.
At the beginning, Cheng Yi was eating potato chips leisurely. Slowly, he felt that the air pressure around him was getting lower and lower.
Until the stage was staged, when the knight left the store, he took the hand of the female shopkeeper to her lips, knelt on one knee, and promised to marry her.
"Huh."
Lu Jiaheng gave a low voice.
He stared at the silver-clad man on the stage, his eyes cold and cold, full of irritability and anger.
So afraid of being seen with yourself.
But he is also very happy with other men.
In the empty classroom, the little girl picked up the phone and said the phrase "Senior."
I still don’t know what the reason is, and I’m angry for some reason and haven’t solved it yet.
Not only was it not resolved, it felt like it was getting worse.
Lu Jiaheng only felt that his chest was filled with a breath, annoying.
Ten minutes later, when the drama ended, he pulled out his phone, clicked on the dialog box, and quickly typed with his eyes down: do you like knights?
He stared at the line for a while, deleted it, and typed again: Just hate having a relationship with me?
I didn't send this sentence.
After being silent for a while, Lu Jiaheng raised his head and looked at the dark ceiling in the auditorium with his eyes closed, long and helplessly sighing in confusion.
The ball that was blocked in the chest was like a pierced balloon, and it was broken with a bang. It was broken into many pieces and drifted down.
He lowered his head again, deleted it word by word, and entered again:
Sorry.
Sorry, I was wrong.
A red exclamation mark popped up in front of the green conversation bubble, accompanied by a small black line in the line below.
The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
The author has something to say:
The young man's anger exploded, and he wasn't going to coax his sister like a dog again afterwards, and then madly chased his mother to apologize and was blackened.
It's really miserable.