The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

"Boss Shen, today is the daughter-in-law of the Bai family in the west of the city, Miss Bai Fangying." The boy who looked like a child put his hands together, bent down and reported respectfully to the man in front of him.

Shen Moyan's eyes looking out of the window looked back slightly, and nodded lightly as a response: "Understood, step back."

Huapaifang Street is busy with traffic as usual, and the coquettish and beautiful kiln sisters in the Goulan are attracting past benefactors. The autumn is getting thicker, but it has not affected the sensuality of the feasting and feasting at all.

Xue Shaoqing hadn't shown up for half a month, and the world seemed to have evaporated after she decided to watch the stars, and she didn't even mention the three-day in-person teaching that she had agreed to. Miss Zhang's family looks at the flowers.

Shen Moyan understood and knew that he had lost his favor.

From the day he was named, he knew that sooner or later such a day would come, but when the time came, he never expected it to be so soon.

Outside the window, Miss Bai Fangying smiled sweetly and took Xue Shaoqing's arm. Passing by the gate of Litang Garden, the man in Chinese clothes glanced inside and frowned, not knowing what to think. He still didn't take a step, turned to the girl next to him, lowered his eyebrows and chatted softly, The two left quickly.

Shen Moyan had a panoramic view of the two figures, and he lowered the wooden window, and couldn't bear to look any further.

Benefactors and famous actors are considered dewy love. If you say it nicely, you only want to be accompanied by a confidante, but if you say ugly, it's just a whore, a ruthless actor.

There's no need to complain, after all, he has truly been favored, and he should be content to be generous.

He thought of the last time they embraced and looked up at the sky, Xue Shaoqing's calm and breezy words "have no regrets", and his heart, which pretended to be innocent, ached again.

That's right, Xue Shaoqing has never touched him, the two are innocent, like brothers and friends, why are they ashamed and uneasy.

But if so, what if he "has a guilty conscience"!

With nails stuck in the flesh, Shen Moyan raised his head and smiled wryly at his wishful thinking, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked to the tea table in the room.

A piece of rice paper was pressed under the mahogany paperweight, and the handwriting in small script was delicate and graceful. He read it several times, but couldn't read any more.

"The ten-mile long pavilion is full of frost, and the blue silk and white hair are what year. There is no regret in this life, and there is no mistake in this life. In the next life, there is a destiny to move in the next life. The smile is like a flower, and the face is like water. How lingering. The love is thick and the love is light, and the Pengshan dance is free. "

The poems I accidentally read in Xue Shaoqing's study a month ago, but now I don't have the chance to have them anymore.

Shen Moyan sat blankly for a while, but still put away the rice paper, but the servant recklessly rushed into the room, and said nervously before he had time to salute: "Boss Shen, class master... the class master invites you to go over to discuss matters."

The boy looked weird, he looked suspiciously and nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Shen Moyan walked quickly to the head teacher's room when he was ready. The old man with gray temples had been waiting for a long time. When he saw him coming in, he warmly greeted him: "Mo Yan, come, sit down and talk."

He didn't dare to go beyond the rules, and after greeting him respectfully, he walked to the tea table and sat down, waiting for the class master to order.

The old man looked at him with a strange expression, and asked tentatively, "What changes have you made with Young Master Xue recently?"

To the point, Shen Moyan suppressed the sourness in his heart. Unable to guess the class leader's intentions, he could only answer honestly: "Master Xue will not see me for half a month."

As if he had a premonition, he stirred chaos with his fingertips, and asked anxiously: "Why did the class leader come here to ask?"

The old man's face was embarrassing, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and then waved his hand in embarrassment: "It's nothing to worry about, it's just that Young Master Xue fell in love with you before, I just want to say a few more words, are you two at odds?"

Oh, awkward, what a good word, only those who are affectionate are qualified, but unfortunately he is not worthy.Shen Moyan closed his eyes, trying to hide his bitterness, and replied dutifully: "Master Xue and Mo Yan are innocent, they don't have that kind of relationship."

"Tsk." The head teacher made a sound of confusion, seeming to feel at ease: "That's a pity."

Shen Moyan couldn't recall the meaning of the old man's words, and only heard the old man continue to say: "Since Young Master Xue has no intentions for you, then it's just a fleeting moment, so don't take it to heart. It will take you a while to perform on stage. Young Master Xue stopped you, so many dignitaries have invited you to sing at the church, it's time to win over all the offended people."

"What?" He looked at the class leader in disbelief, almost suspecting that he was hallucinating, and asked again: "You mean to ask me to go to another church to sing?"

The old man glanced at him, frowned in displeasure, and the creases on his cheeks crossed one place: "As the pillar of the Litang Garden, is it possible that you plan to stay for the rest of your life? Master Tang Sanbai has mentioned to me many times about inviting you." In the past, Young Master Xue supported you, but now Young Master Xue is getting tired of it, and he probably won't come to you in the future, what's the matter, if you can't climb Gao Zhier, the Tang family has wronged you."

"But...but I..." Shen Moyan trembled uncontrollably, all the words he spoke were incomplete, and the singing would be nice, but behind his back was a business of selling flesh and blood.

The disorganized and twisted limbs of the senior brothers seemed like a dream, he stood up suddenly, and knelt down in front of the old man with a plop, his forehead bumped so that the floor made a thumping sound.

"Master, please, Mo Yan, please, I don't want to go to the concert, please, please let Mo Yan go!" He kowtowed loudly, and Yintang was bleeding.

The class leader was furious for a moment, and the tea bowl in his hand fell to his feet and shattered into countless dross. He hated the iron but yelled: "Presumptuous! What are you doing! Going to a concert will kill you?! Li Tang Yuan Dan Jiaoer Whoever has not survived this experience, you are the only one who is precious! This matter is non-negotiable! You have to go if you go! If you don’t go, you have to go!"

"Nowadays in troubled times, it's hard for many people to have enough to eat. You think Young Master Xue can protect you forever! Wake up! Don't look at your own identity! We are all low-level begging for food and clothing! We can offend you inside and outside Rongcheng who!"

The head teacher's words of reprimand sounded like thunder, Shen Moyan trembled unsteadily, his lower lip was bitten by his teeth, bleeding, tears fell down instantly, and he still begged unswervingly: "Master... please... Mo Yan really doesn't want to go... please please..."

The old class leader sighed heavily, knelt down to help him up, wiped away his weeping face, and said earnestly and sincerely: "Mo Yan, your fate is good, you will be appreciated by Young Master Xue when you step on the stage, but you also Think about it for the team, those dignitaries, who can praise you today, will trample on you tomorrow, we can't afford to offend you! If things don't go well for Tang Sanbai, I have to take you to a street corner to beg for food, can you bear it!"

The old man was weeping blood every sentence, and his cloudy eyes were moist: "We are inferior people, we can't help being stubborn, you have to understand!"

I want to understand?How do you think about it... That person said that he will protect him forever... Where is he now...

He couldn't help biting his lower lip tightly, and even clenched his palms into fists. His nails dug deep into the flesh, causing unbearable pain.

He has been confused for too long, so he will talk foolishly.

Two lines of tears slid down the fair cheeks, and Shen Moyan stared at the old face of the class leader who was heartbroken.He sneered, and finally lowered his eyes, covering his wounded chest.

"Okay, I'll go."

If he wants to accept his fate, he can only accept his fate. #####Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ~~~~ Little Mo Yan is about to lose his virginity~~~ So excited