The backstage said it was big or small. More than 30 single rooms were separated by wooden boards. The passage in the middle was very narrow and filled with messy props. Among them were the audio room, clothing room, lounge, powder room, etc. The concert was about to start for more than twenty minutes. The staff were in a hurry to get in and out of the way. They ran over a box of mineral water in the aisle, and no one went to clean up.

In this case, naturally no one paid attention to Liao Xuebing, whether he was here to pee or be a thief.

I urinated to the fullest, but I couldn't find the way back when I left the toilet. Because the intervals were densely divided, there were three forks in each aisle, and there were so messy and dark everywhere. I wanted to find someone to ask, it would be bad if I didn't wear a job sign and was misunderstood as a bad guy. He tried to walk to a place with fewer people.

"This door is open, right outside?" Liao Xuebing searched for a long time, twisted his hand and pushed open a door.

But he soon realized that it was a spacious dressing room, with the dressing tables on both sides filled with dense bottles, brushes, boxes, mirrors, and shelves everywhere, full of colorful clothes and skirts.

There was a person sitting next to the dressing table. Seeing her oblique posture and her long hair was spreading on one side, the person must be very tired. She said, "I won't tell you that I've told you. Don't bother me before the show. I'll talk about anything tomorrow."

Liao Xuebing said sorry. Just as he was about to push it out, the woman said again: "Wait, pour me a glass of water."

"Ah? Pour water?"

"Hurry up, why are you talking about?" The order in the woman's tone was undeniable.

Seeing that she seemed really exhausted, Liao Xuebing thought to himself: "I have done helping the old lady cross the road, so it's nothing." So he walked to the water dispenser and put it on the dressing table.

"It's okay, go out." The woman turned around and the two of them were stunned when they met.

This is a flawless face, and the foundation is applied to make her face look red, tender and attractive. Her eyelashes are finely burnt, long and curly, making her look even more charming with the watery eyes. Bright lip gloss and delicate eyeliners, even after careful makeup, her face will still suffocate.

"Why do you look familiar?"

"Why do you look familiar?"

The two of them said in unison. They stared at each other and suddenly took a step back half a step. Liao Xuebing said, "You turned out to be the rude woman who drove to hit Grandma Tomatoes!" The woman said, "So you turned out to be the bad guy who smashed my Porsche 911 with an axe!"

The girl grabbed the phone, Liao Xuebing held the sharp woodpecker knife in her pocket, and the two confronted each other for a long time. The girl was thinking: "He bumped into the backstage for no reason, did he have any plans? Should I call the police?" Liao Xuebing thought: "She called the police that day and wanted to arrest me, but she almost was imprisoned for fifteen days. Should I poke her and take revenge?"

Someone outside the door shouted: "Xiaoyu! The show will start in fifteen minutes!"

This...is this girl Murong Bingyu? The star that is highly anticipated? It's incredible!

That's right, her costume is full of brilliance, so how arrogant she should be. Just imagine if she was just a supporting role dancing, how could she dress more eye-catching than the protagonist? Besides, can ordinary people drive the Porsche 911 that costs millions of dollars, and do they have bodyguards to follow her?

Liao Xuebing was a little nervous. If the smelly woman started to speak, she couldn't even run away. Tens of thousands of fans spit out a mouthful of spit, and he could drown himself. He whispered: "Don't do anything randomly, I have no malicious intentions, I just walked into the wrong room by accident."

Murong Bingyu's face, which was originally cloudy and sunny, suddenly dissipated and shouted outside the door: "It's okay, don't bother me, I know the time." He sneered at Liao Xuebing, "Why, now I know you're scared?"

"Yes, I'm so scared. You have a lot of them. Let me have a way out."

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Murong Bingyu raised her phone and saw the scratches on it. She was stunned. The slap that day left her more than just pain. Since she released her first song album, she has not tasted this kind of humiliation.

That day was her first time here in China Overseas this year. In order to get rid of the annoying reporters and entourage, she secretly took a bodyguard to wander outside. Unfortunately, she met a hooligan and finally called the police but did not dare to use her real name, for fear of being entangled by the reporter.

"Tell me, how should I compensate me for my losses, or I just need to scream, at least one hundred security guards will tie you to the police station."

The stinky hooligan said in fear, but his eyes showed a joke, "Before you call, I have enough time to cross your delicate face. But I am not the one who takes risks, so I apologize to you."

"What? Apologize?" Murong Bingyu became more angry as she thought about it: "Smash my car and hit me, just say apologize?"

"Apology is not sincere enough?" Liao Xuebing originally thought that Murong Bingyu was just a vase, but heard from the students that she was also from poor backgrounds, and later she achieved success today through her own efforts. She said, "If the old lady you knocked down by the car that day was your Murong Bingyu's mother, I wonder what you would feel?"

Murong Bingyu said: "Impossible, how could my mother sell tomatoes?"

"You really should have entered our class to listen to me in a few Chinese classes to improve your Chinese level. You don't even know the metaphor. This is just an analogy. You put yourself in your shoes and think about it."

"You? You are... teacher?"

"Why, can't the teacher look as energetic as me? - I asked you, haven't your mother and you lived a hard life?"

This goes deep in Murong Bingyu's heart. After gaining fame and fortune, she was used to living a life of luxury and luxury, and was almost forgetting her roots. However, Lao Liao mentioned that yesterday's scene was vivid. When she was thirteen, her shoulders were swollen in order to water the vegetable field at home; when she was fourteen, she had not eaten a piece of meat in three months to save a few dollars to buy a music score... When she was nineteen, she spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to fly to invite the chef to come from Paris to eat a pizza made by a world-class chef; when she was twenty, she just wanted to live in Xiangshan City for half a month, she bought a luxury villa with a swimming pool and a cinema.

...Have I forgotten my pursuit? Has my concern for material conditions already made me forget it?

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Chapter completed!