A级毛片免费完整视频

Pu Xiaohan arrived at school early in the morning and was talking in a low voice with Weng Qi, the entertainment committee member.

“Why are these people all blindly following trends,” Weng Qi’s voice was indignant, “and this song was even written by Sister Lian, and sung by Yan Lu. Xiaohan is a fan of this song, so how can they accuse her of riding on her coattails? I also said that Bai Shaoqi was riding on Sister Lian’s popularity!”

Pu Xiaohan had only used a section of guzheng music while recording a face-changing video.

Bai Shaoqi became famous because of “Gambling with Liquor,” and planned to record “Autumn Again” afterward.

The entertainment committee member also frowned, “To say they are imitating is one thing, but they even criticize Xiaohan for playing poorly.”

“It’s okay,” Pu Xiaohan quickly composed herself. Having been a blogger for so long, her mental resilience was strong: “It’s just a few words, in a few days when the heat dies down, there will no longer be such voices.”

As soon as Bai Lian and Ning Xiao entered the classroom, their voices became much quieter.

There was an inspection today, Bai Lian wore the blue and white school uniform, put her backpack on her seat, and raised her eyebrows: “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing much, just stuff on the internet,” Pu Xiaohan shook her head, she didn’t want to affect the studies of the two ace students following her, and changed the subject: “What do you think about me asking your grandfather to make a Chinese-style outfit for graduation, and using that to shoot a video… do you think he would agree?”

That’s how things were on the internet, and Pu Xiaohan knew Bai Lian didn’t go online, so she didn’t want this matter to affect her mood.

Bai Lian unzipped her backpack, took out her pen, and said to Pu Xiaohan: “Give it a try.”

Pu Xiaohan’s eyes lit up.

That meant there was a chance.

She took out her notebook and began to write a plan.

**

Afternoon after school.

Pu Xiaohan followed Bai Lian back to the Ji Family’s home.

Ji Heng was embroidering a robe in the courtyard. After Lance returned to his country, his colleagues were impressed by his clothes and asked Lance for the same design.

Jiang He sat beside him, reading a big book.

Jian Zhongyou took out Bai Lian’s guzheng, sat cross-legged under the banyan tree, and slowly plucked at the guzheng strings without any specific melody, just following his heart.

As soon as Pu Xiaohan stepped into the courtyard, she feared disturbing this scene.

She walked in quietly and handed a bunch of fruit candy to Jiang He, only speaking to Ji Heng when he looked over.

The Year 10 class wanted to order custom graduation outfits, and she also wanted to record a video.

Normally, Ji Heng would refuse, but this time, he hesitated: “Are you planning to record a fully traditional Chinese-themed graduation outfit video and take graduation photos?”

“Exactly, Grandpa,” Pu Xiaohan sat next to him, helping him massage his shoulders.

“Do the other people in your class also want to wear such clothes?” Ji Heng was unsure.

Pu Xiaohan was surprised, “Of course, I’ve asked them already.”

Since the class fund was being used, she had asked in the group chat. Everyone was already curious about the clothes Bai Lian usually wore, and now that they heard they could order such outfits for the graduation photo, everyone was excited.

She showed her phone to Ji Heng, where the chat was filled with everyone’s cheering voices.

Ji Heng was silent for a while before he said, “Alright.”

Pu Xiaohan cheered.

Pu Xiaohan was very proactive. Seeing that Ji Heng agreed, she planned to start capturing details from today. She didn’t bring a camera, so she called her dad to bring it over.

Bai Lian stood beside Jiang He, holding her school jacket, and wearing a loose T-shirt embroidered with a big cabbage that didn’t fit her style, with a bright red sun on the back.

Jiang He, sitting on an elevated bench, swung his legs and slowly unwrapped a fruit candy, then lifted his head and handed it to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian took it; he then unwrapped another candy and went to find Pu Xiaohan in the storeroom.

Pu Xiaohan, holding her phone and busy capturing Ji Heng’s collection of fabrics, didn’t take it but opened her mouth directly: “Ah—”

Jiang He: “…”

**

At six o’clock.

Pu Xiaohan’s dad couldn’t find the entrance to the Ji Family’s house. Seeing Pu Xiaohan was busy, Bai Lian put down her summary to go pick up Pu Xiaohan’s dad.

The alley was full of twists and turns.

At the entrance of Purest Street, Bai Lian saw a middle-aged man. He was of average height with a somewhat round face, holding a black bag and looking down at a phone in his hands.

“Uncle Lu?” Bai Lian hesitated for a moment.

As soon as Uncle Lu saw Bai Lian, he hurriedly wiped his eyes, “Ah, Bai student, gosh, I’m really sorry for troubling you to come pick me up. I just don’t recognize the way.”

He walked over with a light step, smiling at Bai Lian.

“It’s no trouble,” Bai Lian wasn’t wearing her jacket, just walking beside Uncle Lu, “What’s wrong?”

She was always direct.

“It’s embarrassing to say, and I hope you don’t laugh,” Uncle Lu knew young people were all on Weibo; he had seen the entertainment committee members and even liked their comments every day, thinking Bai Lian knew about the incident with Pu Xiaohan, “I’m just upset by those comments.”