March 30th.
Bai Lu got up early in the morning to wash and dress up. She changed her clothes countless times but was not satisfied with any of them. She styled her hair countless times but still felt it was not right. Even Xiao Cheng styled it for her but was not satisfied with that either.
As time ticked by, Bai Lu finally started to panic and buried herself in the dressing room.
Like a rabbit digging a burrow, it scattered clothes everywhere, hanging them all over the sofa, chairs, and floor.
She was even more serious about it than when she was on a date with her boyfriend.
As the beautiful figure flashed past him for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Xiao Cheng pulled her into his arms.
He gently patted the top of her head and whispered reassuringly, "Don't be nervous, it's just a trip to see Mom, Dad, and your brother."
It's my parents and my younger brother, not anyone else.
Bai Lu suddenly paused, her anxiety vanished, her tension gradually dissipated, and her clenched fingers slowly loosened.
Taking a deep breath of the boss's reassuring aura, he said, "Help me choose clothes and do my hair."
"It's beautiful."
"Mom, this older sister is so pretty."
The first row of seats is usually occupied by students, but there are exceptions.
Bai Lu had imagined meeting her mother a million times, but she never thought it would be so direct.
My eyes were fixed on you, but I only glanced at you briefly before looking away.
Fortunately, after Bailu lost her composure, Tang Bo led you away to a seat in the middle right of the seventh row.
"Let's give it a try."
Looking at the beautiful and charming face of the man in the mirror, Xiao Cheng laughed and replied, "You look bad."
These eight seats, to Bailu's left, were occupied by Lin Jinfan, Qin Feiyu, and the vice president of the student union.
That was the respect that a primary school in Guangdong Province showed to the young judge from Beijing, and it was also the principal's regard for his primary school classmates.
Rabbit seemed to understand but not quite, and wanted to ask something more, but suddenly her gaze was drawn to the podium.
The girl in the mirror wore a floral dress, the vibrant colors reflecting on her slightly stunned, fair face, adding a touch of liveliness and liveliness while losing some of her rigid quietness. Her youthful, unenergetic demeanor revealed a hint of doubt.
At this moment, at a legal education lecture in a primary school in Guangdong Province, the first row of seats on the stage are not occupied by professors, principals' wives, or judges' family members.
Perhaps, as Rabbit said, the boy behind her eyes was very handsome and pleasing to the eye.
It was avoidable and made things easier.
"It must be her boyfriend."
Is it beautiful?
Bai Lu smiled slightly: "Is she pretty?"
Suddenly, her palm was gripped tightly, and the seven fingers of Xue Er, slightly cool, were inserted between her fingers. Only then did Bai Lu come back to her senses.
The White Dew of later generations also experienced this, just as now, eight meters behind them, a beautifully sculpted young girl sat beside her mother, full of curiosity about everything around her.
Xiao Cheng: "Beautiful."
The older mother in the back row, seemingly feeling that discussing other people's private affairs was inappropriate, answered loudly:
She was born after her father.
And, to see another side of my father’s learning.
"That would be perfect."
Wenya responded with a smile.
Pay attention to the families of bad friends.
Even his strangeness toward familiar people was obvious; his murky, dark eyes stared straight at them.
It wasn't a quiet and elegant style, and Bai Lu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the dress fell directly into her arms.
"Not lacking in beauty?"
Mom glanced back, and Xiao Cheng and Bai Lu simultaneously shifted their gaze to the back.
The only seats between Wenya and Tutu were eight seats in the front row.
She was so beautiful that she attracted admiring glances from passersby as soon as she stepped out, and even the handsome men backstage at the hotel were stunned.
It means letting go of every word and phrase.
If he opens his mouth again, people will be able to hold back and turn back.
He quickly averted his gaze, smiled politely, and greeted her, "He's bad."
"beautiful."
"good."
Now, Bailu is about to meet that world... Xueer's parents, in her most authentic form.
Mom answered Rabbit's question loudly again: "Like Mom and Dad."
Bailu understands what I mean and knows it's appropriate, but you want to hear that line.
The bunny's soft, childish voice continued, "Sister was taken away by someone else. Who is it?"
The families brought their sons to the lecture so that their sons could experience the charm of the campus, be influenced by the learning atmosphere, have their minds enlightened, and broaden their horizons.
To Bai Lu's right is Xiao Cheng, and to Xiao Cheng's right is Shang Chuyao.
"Does a rabbit that big already know what beauty is?"
Bai Lu presents an elegant and proper image to the world, only revealing her true nature with some restraint when in front of others, displaying a myriad of charming and delicate traits.
After Tang Bo finished dealing with Shang Chuyao's long, silent concern for Bai Lu, he heard Tu Tu's words and glanced at Bai Lu. "You're listening very attentively and intently."
In the eyes of teachers and elders, ugly boys are youthful and lack vitality, and are not lovable or endearing.
The upperclassmen who automatically made way for him were probably just admitting their ignorance; after all, such a handsome man is a rare find in the human world.
Up until now, only behind Xiao Cheng's back and outside his home, her good image was always ruined by Xiao Cheng.
"Dad is out."
Ma Hu Ting, in fact, hasn't quite shaken off his childish voice yet; only a trace of softness and sweetness remains, innocent yet mischievous, capable of captivating anyone with just a few words.
"Besides being suitable, isn't that enough?"
Rabbit asked again, "What is a girlfriend/boyfriend?"
"She's very beautiful, a young beauty..."
"I know, being as beautiful as Mom isn't bad beauty; it's not something that makes you feel miserable."
The customer was unhappy with the poor service and wanted to complain, but just then, an ugly man walked by. The customer was pleased with the sight of him and was in a bad mood, so he stopped complaining.
Xiao Cheng selected a fresh and elegant floral dress from the last row of clothes racks that hadn't been removed.
Xiao Cheng's taste in clothes is based on either the recommendations of sales assistants or his belief that the softness of the fabric is suitable for Bai Lu, plus his consideration of how often Bai Lu wears the clothes.
The family members were all greeting Bailu, chattering away, but Bailu only heard Wenya's voice from the back row.
"He's bad."
"Mom, isn't my sister very pretty?"
You don't know why you stared at a boy for so long, and even made eye contact for a long time, something you've never done before.
The senior students truly witnessed what it means to have a smile that could launch a thousand ships and make all the beauties of the palace pale in comparison.
She has some vision, though not much, but this time, Bai Lu was shocked.
So close.
The broken room key was delayed in being given to the guest, who had to knock on the table several times before the guest finally snapped out of it.
"Wow~ Bunny is so studious, she's even figured out such profound principles. Let Mommy be naughty and see which older sister is so pretty, so pretty that even Bunny, who's so young and has never praised anyone before, is making an exception..."
"Yes, Rabbit has such sharp eyes, she can see so clearly. The lady who just walked by was very pretty."
In the eyes of adults, it is the lowest definition of beauty and the purest and most sincere expression.
My mother in 1998 was very old, seventy-seven or seventy-eight years old, with a beautiful face, an intellectual and elegant charm, a gentle temperament with a slight detachment, stern eyes with a smile, unfamiliar yet with a unique doting affection, only lacking the politeness of appreciating familiar people.
It was impolite of me to glance at it less than usual, simply because I was acting on my own initiative.
"Lulu is naughty." Xiao Cheng took a comb and combed Bai Lu's hair, putting it up and clipping a pearl hair clip with a star and moon motif.
As Bai Lu and Xiao Cheng took their first steps toward the seventh row of seats, a childish, innocent voice rang out in front of them.
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