Some people always like to bully others, and some people always like to use force to bully the weak. But when people are in the world, they will always encounter ironclads and be killed.
Qin Yan grabbed Huang Mao's wrist with one hand and suddenly bent it toward the inside of his wrist. There was a click, which was accompanied by a scream, which was very pleasant.
He didn't even touch Mo Yan's hair.
Upon seeing this, a dozen people at the table next to them immediately surrounded them.
This scene is very familiar. Qingtian and Shi Cong made eye contact, and both of them were gearing up. The excitement in their eyes almost overflowed, and they looked eager to try.
Although Huang Mao was very skilled, he couldn't handle the presence of someone behind him. He was used to being arrogant and domineering. The brothers who gathered around him instantly gave him courage. He held his own hand, endured the severe pain and roared, "It hurts, it hurts, let go."
,open!"
Qin Yan glanced at Mo Yan and saw that she was pursed lips and not panicking. He paused for a moment and decided not to let her see his violent side.
With a sullen face, he uttered one word coldly, "Get out!"
Then he pushed people out on top of the younger brothers.
This time, the light in Shi Cong's eyes disappeared, and he muttered unconvincingly, "Brother Yan, I haven't played for a long time."
The implication is that if you don't beat the person who comes to your door, you won't beat him.
Ji Yu's doting eyes comforted Xia Tian, and then he pressed Shi Cong's shoulders again, sighing in his heart, alas, people with well-developed limbs are not worthy of falling in love, not even eating melons, and they don't understand A Yan's thoughts at all.
But after Huang Mao escaped from the trap, he was resurrected on the spot, and the gene for death was always with him.
Holding his own hands, he stood in the protective circle of his younger brother, pulled his neck and shouted arrogantly, "My uncle's second aunt's cousin is an executive of the Lu family, and this is my territory. You are injured today.
I will either leave these two girls with me for one night, or I will kneel down and apologize and pay 100,000 yuan in medical expenses, otherwise, I will make you regret coming into this world."
I'm going to do it again after being given the chance. I can't stand my bad temper.
Qingtian stood up calmly, "Hey, little yellow hair, don't have sweet dreams if you are ugly! You toad, if you don't go back and look in the mirror, you will be so ugly and embarrassed. Who gave you the courage? That uncle of yours
Who is your second aunt? Let me tell you your name and see if I am afraid of my aunt!"
"Who are you calling ugly!" This little yellow-haired boy has been most confident about his face since he was a child. He was actually called ugly by a beautiful woman. He was so angry that he jumped on the spot and pushed his muscular younger brother forward. "
Catch her, I will let her taste my power tonight!"
The late night snack stall quickly became a mess.
Qin Yan took Mo Yan aside unhurriedly, blocked her behind him, and watched the excitement quietly; Shi Cong and Qingtian had a great time punching and kicking each other, and Ji Yu was by Qingtian's side, helping her from time to time.
She blocked some attacks, but hit Huang Mao particularly hard.
Ten minutes later, Huang Mao and his brothers were all lying on the ground, stumbling around. This was not a fight, it was clearly a one-sided crushing.
Qingtian stepped on Huang Mao's face. Although it was hard to tell whether it was still a face or not, he asked lightly, "Hey, little Huang Mao, have you tasted the power of my aunt?"
"gu,gu
yao mi
." Xiao Huang Mao's face fell to the ground in pain, but he couldn't move, so he had to beg for mercy incoherently.
"Hey, whose territory is this?"
"your."
"Okay, give me double compensation for the broken seats and benches here. Don't let me see you again in the future, otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!" Seeing that Qingtian was convinced, he put down his cruel words and ran back to Moyan.
around,
He happily pulled her and asked, "Xiao Yan'er, wasn't I handsome just now?"
"Handsome, so handsome. Hua Mulan is not as handsome as you! Are you injured?" Mo Yan asked helplessly, ready to reach out to check her.
"Hahaha, it's okay, I scratched some skin on my hand."
The gangsters had packed up. They said goodbye to Uncle Wen and didn't stay any longer.
Huang Mao's gang of gangsters were running rampant in this area, and the people nearby were complaining. They were taught a lesson by Qingtian today. Everyone wanted to clap their hands and applaud, but no one came forward for a while.
Two hours later, the people lying on the ground were dragged to the hospital by the 120 ambulance.
The doctor looked at the little yellow hair's face that turned into a pig's head. After the examination, he couldn't help but shake his head, "Concussion or fracture. First, stay in bed for half a month, and then observe later."
Huang Mao lay on the hospital bed and gritted his teeth. The hatred in his heart was not gone. This matter was not over yet.
For children who have been doted on since childhood, the selfishness and revengeful nature of human nature are more likely to be infinitely magnified.
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The Weiner Conservatory of Music is the highest music institution in country C, but it is not in Hangzhou, but in Beicheng, so Mr. Li and Teacher Yu are currently in Beicheng.
Mo Yan sent the completed music score to Teacher Yu. After reading it, Teacher Yu was full of praise and decided to make an appointment with Mr. Li to interview her.
After some deliberation, the two of them flew over and made an appointment in the private room of Qingxi Club.
Thinking of the last time he refused to meet, Mr. Li was still a little bit temperamental, but the moment he saw Mo Yan's music score, he stopped caring. He is a young man who loves his talent as much as his life.
Mo Yan arrived at the box early to adjust the strings of the harp. When Mr. Li and Teacher Yu came in, she was in the middle of a sound check.
The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other and smiled. It's hard to find a true friend, so it's better to have friends for years.
Mo Yan took two steps forward to say hello, with sincere respect, "Mr. Li, Teacher Yu, hello, I am Mo Yan."
"Hello, hello." Mr. Li nodded with a smile, very kindly.
Yu Hai praised her unceremoniously, "Master, you have really found a treasure now. Mo Yan is not only superb in konghou skills, but also a good arranger. She is also a great beauty. If you invite her, your documentary will definitely become a hit."
More people know about our traditional instruments."
"Hahaha, I think so too." Mr. Li pinched his beard again.
"I'm sorry, please sit down. I'll play it again first. After listening, the two teachers will help me make suggestions and then revise it, okay?" Mo Yan leaned forward slightly, sat next to the harp, and got ready to play.
Mr. Li sat at the table, took a leisurely sip of Banzhang Laoshu Pu'er tea, and said with a smile, "Your song is very well written, with a melodious intro, a high-pitched middle part, and a haunting ending. Don't be too modest. Please start."
Come on, we are all ears!"
"OK."
As soon as the words fell, Mo Yan began to play seriously, with his fingers flying, and the clear and ethereal sound of the piano followed. It was as clear and floating as the sound of clear springs in the snow-capped mountains. It was clear, floating, and erratic, and instantly filled the heart and spleen.
In the middle of the playing, Mr. Li couldn't help but asked the waiter to get a pipa and bamboo flute, and the three of them started playing together.
After finishing the song, the two teachers burst into laughter again.
Mr. Li put down his pipa and praised without hesitation, "It's been a long time since we had such a fun ensemble. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screamed, hibiscus wept and dew fragrant orchid laughed, the performance was very good, Xiao Moyan, you are really a treasure. This
There’s no need to change the tune, it’s like this, it’s very good!”
"It's rare to be praised by Master. I rarely have this opportunity. Mo Yan, your talent should be seen by more people. First, finish the filming of the teacher's folk music documentary. I will also invite you to perform at that time. This is
Take a look at the filming contract and sign it if you have no doubts." Teacher Yu struck while the iron was hot, took out a contract and handed it to her.
Mo Yan thanked him, took the contract and read it carefully. As expected of a law school student, he was very careful, but he was still shocked when he saw the remuneration, "Teacher Yu, the remuneration is two hundred thousand?"
"Your skill level is low, but our funds are limited..." Teacher Yu explained a little apologetically.
Mo Yan was very happy, "No, I thought the shooting was voluntary publicity. This amount has exceeded expectations. Thank you."
With this money, she can find a better doctor to treat her grandma, and she will be able to enjoy her old age in peace.
After saying that, he also bowed.
Mr. Li waved his hand with a smile, "Xiao Moyan, you're welcome, please call me Teacher Li from now on."
"Teacher Li, Teacher Yu!" Mo Yan obeyed obediently.
"The filming location this time is set to be in Zhongmu County, Province H, which is the birthplace of the Konghou. You are going to go to school to ask for leave. The filming will start in three days, and it will take an estimated week."
Teacher Yu is a very attentive person, and he and Mo Yan explained the relevant matters in detail, and this pleasant meeting finally came to an end.
Mo Yan returned to the rental house and told Qingtian the good news immediately. The two of them were very happy on the phone.
But what she didn't know was that Beishan had handed over all her information to Lu Entropy.