On the busy beach, song Ye just wants to enjoy the sunshine and the coast, but he doesn't want to be disturbed by the quiet time. Instead, the old acquaintances appear in front of him.
Yes, she has lived under the same roof for 15 years. She has been responsible for her living for more than ten years. Song Ye knows exactly what color song Tingting's pants like. However, after more than a month's absence, song Tingting in front of her is quite different.
She wore a miniskirt and light make-up. Her hair was straightened and dyed. There were bright little hairpins in her hair. The whole person was completely new and beautiful. Standing in the crowd, no one would think that she was a native village girl.
And these things, she has always wanted to change, according to the economic conditions of the Song family, but can not afford to support.
"Oh, well, I'll look better than you if I dress up a little bit." Song Tingting makes a perfect turn as if she is showing off. The skirt of the short pleated skirt rippled, and the color of the pants can be seen.
Song Ye simply can't see for the net, lie back on the chair to continue to listen to her sea breeze.
Song Tingting suddenly sang a monologue, her cheeks flushed with anger, "you..."
"Ha ha, my little beauty, what are you angry about? What are you angry about with your sister?" Slanting back, a group of male students who are the head of the group come forward and coax song Tingting in a frivolous tone. Then they turn their words and stare at Song Ye vaguely. "This is your sister who is the number one scholar in the province. It's not like the photo itself. It's much more beautiful than the photo itself."
In fact, it's beautiful. It's amazing. If song Tingting hadn't testified, who could have numbered the newspaper with the person in front of him.
Song Tingting heard the praise in the boy's voice and immediately stamped her feet, "Zhang Peng, what do you mean, do you like her or me?"
"You, of course, it's you. Come on, my little baby is not angry. It's not because she's your sister. I love my wife and I love my dog. By the way, I praise her Zhang Peng's flowery words, blindly give song Tingting sugar, listen to people from goose bumps.
Song ye, who is aware of the situation, opens his eyes and immediately sees Zhang Peng's black hand around Song Tingting's waist. In this era of simple folk customs, he feels ashamed and flustered to pull a small hand. At this time, Zhang Peng and song Tingting openly embrace each other, but it is common practice that Zhang Peng and song Tingting embrace each other openly.
She looked coldly, coldly raised the corner of her mouth, and then coldly dropped a sentence, "get out of my sight, don't pollute my eyes." Anyone who takes a look at it will understand that song Tingting's today's scratch, first lane and posture is all given by Zhang Peng, a famous brand. Song Ye didn't look down on her before, even less on her now.
However, the more indifferent song Ye is, the more energetic song Tingting is. She hugs Zhang Peng's arm and bumps her chest into each other's arm. She is coquettish and says, "you see, this is what she did to me. Meimei was interrupted by her leg, and my parents asked me to come out to earn money to support my family. Zhang Peng, if you really like me, please report it to me today The enemy. "
Although Zhang Peng is impatient, song Tingting likes to be a blackmail when she opens her mouth and shut her mouth. But when she thinks of the appearance that the coquettish goods are in love in bed, her blood immediately surges up. What's more, there are so many brothers watching the scene behind her, so she can't give a woman face in full view.
Thinking like this, he stepped forward and yelled at Song ye, "Hey, beauty, I'm so embarrassed that I don't have face. If you get up now and apologize to my wife, this matter still needs to be discussed."
Zhang Peng was black and strong, tall and strong, and his voice was not small. Other girls would have been scared to cry by such a roar.
But song ye on the reclining chair was still motionless, even his eyebrows did not move, which embarrassed Zhang Peng and turned him into anger.
"Bah, stinky woman, you are shameless. I'll let you dry and make you comfortable." Zhang Peng spit hard on the ground, but also decided to tear his face no longer polite. He strode around the sun umbrella, aimed at the iron bar fixed on the ground, and raised his foot to kick.
At this moment, song ye, who was still relaxing on the couch, suddenly stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist, which hit Zhang Peng's leg.
"Ah..." Zhang Peng couldn't prevent being hit. He called out, and the whole man jumped off several steps like a frog.
Song ye on the couch yawned, took back his stretched hand, turned over and continued to sleep, as if the blow just now was just an illusion.
Only Zhang Peng knows that his calf has been hurt with cramps.
"Zhang Peng, are you ok?" Song Tingting ran from the other side, supported the gold master, and immediately started to make a big noise towards song Ye. "Song ye, you are such a pest, you have harmed beauty and beauty. It's not enough to be disabled for life. Now you've come to harm the people I like. Do you have a mind to live with me?" Otherwise, a woman's quarrel has always been unreasonable. It is clear that she sent her own door to seek abuse, and now she has become a victim.
Song Ye is so noisy that she opens her eyes and falls on Song Tingting's body. The next second, she has turned over from the reclining chair and stepped on the sand. In the twinkling of an eye, she is in front of song Tingting.
"Ah Song Tingting screams with fright, and subconsciously she is about to retreat. However, her neck is tight and her sailor's scarf is pulled back. She can only stay in front of song ye and look into her cold eyes, but her back can't stop her cold hair."Song Meimei still owes me a life. If you think about her so much, you might as well give her life to me." Song Ye's slow tone is quiet, without ups and downs, just like the devil from hell, even the breath sprayed on her face is cold.
Song Tingting stammered, a small face already a white, "you, what do you want, song ye, my boyfriend is still there, you..."
"Bang!" Without saying that, song Ye suddenly opens her mouth and simulates the sound of gunfire. Song Tingting's legs soften. As soon as song Ye lets go, she falls down and sits on the beach.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me Song Tingting screams heartrendingly, holding her head and curling up on the ground. She remembers song Meimei's twisted legs that day, her parents disappeared for a week without any reason, and those people in black stood at their homes and ordered them to work.
At that time, it was like living in hell. Song Tingting finally met Zhang Pengcai and climbed out. She never wanted to go back to that hell.
She just can't be reconciled. In the Ming Dynasty, song Meimei is already disabled. Why should she be pitied by her mother and let her drop out of school to support her family.
Song ye in Ming and Ming Dynasties is just a wild species that no one wants. What makes her life so beautiful and carefree.
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