Chapter 677 : I Won't Let You Go

In short, Yinxue stopped targeting her and bought drinks and fruits for everyone from time to time.

Director Zhang was very satisfied with Yinxue's performance, and the crew was very happy.

Siyan's focus was on filming, and most of the time he took a break from class, he would still go to class.

But this year's art teacher changed, from a female teacher to a male teacher.

The male teacher was very demanding, and he was not satisfied with Siyan's performance, so he asked her to go to his office after class.

The male teacher was Bai Guan, tall, thin and gentle.

Siyan's mind was not in the art class, but her foundation was not bad. After all, there was a famous painter's mother, how could she be so bad.

In her whole life, she could never surpass Qiao Ran in art, but she was no worse than the others.

Fan miaomiao, her friend and classmate, secretly warned her, "Siyan, you have to be careful. I think Mr. Bai is so strict and scary."

Siyan smiled. This is the school. What else could Bai Guan do?

"Don't worry, it's nothing. I guess he's just unhappy about my filming."

She's an art student now, but she's out filming. As a teacher, she must be dissatisfied.

The previous teacher liked Siyan and indulged her, never treating her harshly.

However, the teacher had reached the age of retirement, and now he had changed to a young teacher. He was probably most dissatisfied with the students who took the most leave from siyan.

Fan miaomiao pursed his lips. "No, I always thought that Mr. Bai wouldn't let you go easily. He's not the teacher who lets his students into the office easily!"

Siyan pursed his lips. The classmate was right. This teacher bai didn't seem to have let the other students go to his office.

After class, Siyan went to Bai Guan's office alone.

Bai Guan was looking for something. When he saw Siyan come in, he glanced at her.

"Take this disc back and take a look. It's some of the lectures I collected from famous teachers. I know your heart is not here. Do you really like acting so much?" Mr. Bai looked at Siyan calmly, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Siyan nodded. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai. I... Didn't know what I liked until I went to college."

"It's okay. I can understand that. I only found out that I had chosen the wrong major when I was in college. Fortunately, I can still graduate, or else I will become someone else's laughing stock." Mr. Bai smiled faintly.

How could miss bai smile?

Bai Guan had been at school for half a month. Every time he attended class, Siyan felt that he was an expressionless person.

He couldn't laugh, he couldn't be angry, he couldn't be surprised - he was like a robot, he had no emotions.

But she didn't expect to see his smile today. It was a little stiff and unnatural.

"Thank you, teacher. I won't fail. Although I don't like drawing very much, I definitely won't fail." Siyan quickly promised.

She took the disc from Bai Guan and thanked him again. "It's okay. You're my student, and you're actually quite talented. Although it's a pity that you've chosen another path, I hope you have a new understanding after watching this engraving and can arouse your love for art." Bai Guan's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Siyan was really embarrassed.

She was Qiao Ran's child, the daughter of a painter, but... Her talent was not much better than her mother's!

And she knew that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her mother's grades, so she chose her favorite performing department.

"Thank you, teacher. I'll think it through." Siyan lowered her head embarrassingly, facing a teacher full of expectations. She didn't know what to say.

"It's all right then. You can go back." Bai Guan said. Siyan nodded and slowly left his office.

Bai Guan sat there motionless until the door was completely closed and his eyes did not turn back.

...

The early autumn wind was very cool. Qiao Ran and Ji Hanxiao were walking along the beach. A fishy wind blew over again, making her dress and long hair flutter.

Ji Hanxiao held her hand and walked slowly along the beach. The figures of the two were drawn long by the setting sun.

This kind of life, which Qiao Ran had been longing for when he was young, was finally fulfilled.

She had just taken off her shoes and stepped on the sand with her bare feet. The soft sand made her feet itchy and comfortable.

"How is it? Is the weather getting cooler?" Ji hanxiao asked with a faint smile.

"Well, it's a lot colder. It was hot the other day." Qiao Ran nodded. A while ago, before the sun went down, she didn't dare to take a step outside.

Because it was too stuffy, it was so stuffy that he sweated all over when he walked out.

Fortunately, it rained yesterday, and the hot weather could finally drop completely.

"Over there..." Qiao Ran looked up and saw a man standing not far away.

The man was naturally Wen Dongfeng.

Although this was also an arrangement, it was also to prevent the woman who contacted Wen Dongfeng from being suspicious.

That woman, did she think the plan was going perfectly?

"Don't worry about him. He's just here to watch and act." Ji Hanxiao said indifferently.

Although he knew that Wen Dongfeng liked his wife a little, so what?

Ji Hanxiao was not worried that his wife would fall in love with him.

"He probably just likes me out of admiration. It won't be long before that kind of love disappears." Qiao Ran said faintly.

She had seen too many of them.

It's not that it's cheap, but it's normal.

When she was a teenager, she also liked some small stars, but as time passed, the love in her heart would fade away, just as the throbbing of youth.

And Wen Dongfeng, who was over 30 years old, was no longer young, but his adolescence, perhaps came too late?

Wen Dongfeng stood by the huge rock not far away, watching Ji Hanxiao and Qiao Ran holding hands and laughing, not knowing what it was like.

He lowered his head slowly, although today he came here, not "The moon dyed the spring" told him, but Ji Hanxiao's arrangement.

He was certain that ji hanxiao had deliberately let him see this scene.

How dare Wen Dongfeng stay any longer? He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be very uncomfortable and unable to control himself.

He turned around and left. When he got home, he opened his wechat and stared at the picture of the moon in spring.

Her portrait was changed again, to another picture of Qiao Ran.

He opened the photo and found that Qiao Ran in the photo was very young. He looked like he was only twenty-two or twenty-three years old, and there was a green and astringent air on his face.

Such a Qiao Ran, so beautiful.

Wen Dongfeng was very depressed when he saw it. He couldn't help but light up a cigarette. The poem "Jun sheng, I am not born yet, I am old when I am born" came to mind.

At this moment, his cell phone rang and he stepped back. It turned out that the message was sent to him by "Bright moon dyed with spring."

"Have you eaten? Are you taking a walk?"

Wen Dongfeng drew a corner of his mouth and could not help but sneer. He took a deep breath and said to her in a very low voice, "I just came back from a walk. I... Saw you. I went to... East beach."

Bright moon dyed spring: sorry...

Wen Dongfeng's eyes were tinged with coldness. This man was really good at disguising himself. There were only these three words, but he didn't say anything behind them.

And the other party knew Qiao Ran very well, because she was sure that Qiao Ran would not have feelings with the east wind, so she used these three words.

"I'm really in pain. I just didn't want to go there to see you, but when I saw you with him, I didn't dare go forward... I could only watch from afar." Wen Dongfeng spoke again.

Bright moon dyed spring: sorry, I... Actually, I don't love him anymore, but for the sake of reputation, I can only maintain this relationship with you.

Wen Dongfeng's mouth twitched. This man is really dying.

It was ironic that Qiao Ran would not like him, let alone cheat on him.

Wen Dongfeng was silent for a while before replying, "Really? If that's the case, I can offer a little comfort."

After he finished speaking, he immediately sent a red envelope of 520.

"Ran, I love you. Don't reject my feelings."

Ji Hanxiao's people asked him to send a 520 yuan red packet to each other every day.

So he did the same thing. Of course, Ji Hanxiao had already sent someone into his account for this sum of money.

Wen Dongfeng was not a poor man. Although he was not as famous as Qiao Ran, he was also a painter.

One of his paintings was worth more than 100,000 yuan, and he used to paint while he was a teacher. He had a few million yuan in savings, plus he was a local, and he had several houses.

He didn't lack money either.

The bright moon dyed the spring and remained silent for more than ten seconds before finally accepting his red packet.

Bright moon dyed spring: thank you, darling.

"Come on, I don't need money. I only need you."

The words were spoken by the east wind, gentle and ambiguous, and the people there were silent.

A few minutes later, the other party sent a shy expression.

Bright moon dyed spring: you are enough in this life.

When Wen Dongfeng saw this, he immediately felt disgusted.

No one could understand his feelings. The other party was impersonating Qiao Ran. She got a love and love that didn't belong to her. Didn't she feel sick?

Wen Dongfeng kept the portrait of the other party because it was never found on the internet.

On this side, Qiao Ran and Ji Hanxiao walked back together.

"Actually, our people have found out about that person." Ji Hanxiao said suddenly.

Qiao Ran was surprised and looked at Ji Hanxiao strangely. "When did you find out?"

"On the day Wen Dongfeng first gave out red envelopes and transferred money."

"You mean, that person took the red envelope, and you found the other party's bank account number?" Qiao Ran was surprised. In this aspect, she believed in Ji Hanxiao's ability.

Ji Hanxiao nodded. "Yes, we used this method to find out the identity of the other party."

"But... The other party had a microsignal before, isn't it possible to find out the other party's identity information?"

"Yes, but that card is a master card, and after Wen Dongfeng sent her 999 yuan, she immediately authenticated her cell phone number and tied it to a bank card..." Ji Hanxiao's eyes were filled with malice, and her voice was cold. Qiao Ran's heart sank slightly. "Is that... Someone I know?"