My little ancestor, you are sweet and wild

Ye porcelain's illness came suddenly and violently.

The doctor said it was caused by anxiety, too much pressure and the decline of body immunity.

She was in the hospital, her condition was repeated, and the whole person lost a big circle.

Most importantly, her mental state has become very bad.

Ye Ming followed the doctor's advice and took her to consult a psychologist.

The question is whether it is big or small.

Ye porcelain has too much depression and needs to go to a psychologist regularly for counseling.

But ye Ming kept these things very secret.

No one knows except ye family.

......

Ning Li's life is no different from that before. She goes to and from school every day.

In the twinkling of an eye, two weeks later, the weather gradually warmed up.

On the Internet, the popularity of Ye porcelain's cheating has finally decreased a little.

On the side of No. 2 middle school, everyone has also re focused on learning.

Especially senior three.

Closer and closer to the college entrance examination, their curriculum is becoming more and more tense.

The number of countdown signs for the college entrance examination pasted in the corridor is decreasing every day.

......

It's Friday night.

Ning Li is writing an English volume. He Xiaochen secretly takes out his mobile phone, blocks it with a book, plugs in his headphones and reads it.

Ning Li finished the last question and just ran out of refills.

She took a new one out of her stationery bag and put it on.

Just then, she saw Kong Rou coming from the outside.

Today is English evening self-study. Kong Rou is the teacher on duty.

However, class 1 is different from other classes. It is basically not in the evening self-study class. It is the students who have any problems. They can ask the teacher in the past. They have a high degree of freedom.

Ning Li gently bumped he Xiaochen's elbow. He Xiaochen immediately quietly put the mobile phone back to the table belly, quietly pulled down the headset and pulled it out of his sleeve.

Ning Li: "

Kong Rou sat down on the platform, and several students passed by one after another.

After that, he Xiaochen didn't touch his mobile phone again and has been studying hard.

The bell rang.

Kong Rou leaves the classroom.

Some students began to pack up and leave, while others still sat in their seats.

Approaching the college entrance examination, everyone is under great pressure.

Many students began to consciously stay in the classroom for more time to study.

He Xiaochen took out his cell phone carefully.

Ning Li turned and looked at her.

From her position, you can see half of he Xiaochen's mobile phone screen.

She was stunned when she saw it clearly.

He Xiaochen is watching a video.

In the center of the picture is a young man in white.

He Xiaochen seems to notice that Ning Li also looks over, and he Xiaochen hands over his mobile phone:

"Wu Wu Ning Li, look! Does he have a good look! This solo dance is really amazing! "

Then she handed over a headset.

Ning Li Ao, however, had to put on his headphones.

He Xiaochen pulled the progress bar to the beginning:

"You see from the beginning!"

This is a three minute and thirty second solo stage.

At first, the picture was dark.

Then, a slight wind sound came into the ear, accompanied by a faint flowing sound of water.

Quiet, open and distant, unconsciously calms people's heart.

A bright moon rises slowly, like the light of water.

Under the moon, the boy in white stood quietly.

He hung his head slightly, his black hair half covered his eyebrows and eyes. He could only see that his skin was white and clear, his nose was high, his cheeks were thin and smooth, and his lips were crimson.

He was wearing a silk white shirt with a half open neck and a delicate clavicle.

Loose cuffs are fastened with white ribbons and decorated into elegant tassels.

Dong!

A drum sounded.

He seemed to be guided, his arms raised.

There was a light all over him.

Then came a series of noisy syllables and drums.

Dong Dong!

He rises with the rhythm, and every move is accurately stuck.

The silk shirt danced with him, outlining the perfect body texture lines of the teenager.

The young man's stature is clear, tall and thin, and his posture is incredibly light when dancing. However, each action contains vigorous and tenacious strength.

The rhythm of the music is getting faster and faster. It is like a sudden shower in midsummer. The music sounds to your ears, falls on the black and cyan eaves and the emerald banana leaves, and flows down the river.

Da!

His toes fell, and a string of crystal clear water splashed up, and circles of ripples rippled from his feet.

The night and the moon are intertwined, and the reflection of the young man is reflected on the water, forming a picture.

The water spray fell on him, and the white silk shirt became translucent, tightly attached to the boy's thin and perfect body.

The shoulder line is straight, the abdominal muscle block is clear, and the waist line is smooth, strong and thin.

Gradually, the music became soothing again and his movements slowed down.

Like a shower, the moon is bright.

The boy raised his head and lowered it slowly, embracing himself.

The camera advances slowly.

A few strands of forehead hair have been wet, and the youth's face is beautiful, exquisite and perfect.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes were incredibly long, and there was a bead of water on them, glittering and shining.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Light brown eyes are like glass balls, clean, transparent and flawless.

With his unique sense of vulnerability, he seemed to break the moving beauty with a touch.

The bead of water fell quickly, integrated into his eyes, and fainted with a layer of light.

The color of his eyes gradually blurred, and the corners of his eyes were suffused with a light crimson, which seemed to hide deep desire and temptation.

At the end of the left eye is a tearful mole, which sets off some indescribable but still moving languidness.

Freeze frame.

He slept peacefully in the wind and woke up in the rain. It seemed that he came from the distant mountains and forests and danced alone in the moonlight.

He became the only moving color in the picture.

He is——

Lin Fengmian.