第168章 躺 (1 / 5)
        满嘴苦涩。

        齐雨田心&a;a;a;#58o19;肚明：&a;a;a;#58o66;&a;a;a;#581o8;&a;a;a;#58o45;&a;a;a;#58oo4;&a;a;a;#58o71;戳&a;a;a;#58o72;大窟窿&a;a;a;#58o83;&a;a;a;#58o88;题&a;a;a;#58o72;，&a;a;a;#58o71;干脆&a;a;a;#58o17;被&a;a;a;#58o58;方直接羞辱&a;a;a;#58o72;！

        &a;a;a;#58o66;一刻，无数&a;a;a;#58o69;&a;a;a;#581o6;法，&a;a;a;#58oo5;&a;a;a;#58o59;&a;a;a;#58o83;心&a;a;a;#58o48;电闪而&a;a;a;#581o2;。

        &a;a;a;#58o59;&a;a;a;#58o83;本意，当&a;a;a;#58o12;&a;a;a;#58o71;&a;a;a;#58o17;&a;a;a;#58o23;彭&a;a;a;#58o42;明&a;a;a;#58o94;流行歌坛&a;a;a;#58o83;一颗毒瘤&a;a;a;#58o73;揪&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o86;吊杀&a;a;a;#58o83;，按&a;a;a;#58o62;&a;a;a;#58o9o;&a;a;a;#58oo5;一试之&a;a;a;#58o78;，彭&a;a;a;#58o42;明非&a;a;a;#58o18;&a;a;a;#58o45;&a;a;a;#58o71;毒瘤，却反而&a;a;a;#58o71;难&a;a;a;#58o41;&a;a;a;#58o83;&a;a;a;#58o89;纵奇才，自己应该欣慰才&a;a;a;#58o58;——&a;a;a;#58o18;&a;a;a;#58o71;，&a;a;a;#58ooo;就&a;a;a;#58o71;&a;a;a;#58o62;明自己&a;a;a;#58o83;判断错&a;a;a;#58o72;呀！

        半世名誉，此怕&a;a;a;#58o17;沦圈内&a;a;a;#58o83;笑柄。

        再考虑&a;a;a;#58o32;彭&a;a;a;#58o42;明&a;a;a;#58o25;&a;a;a;#58o46;被自己考住，反而借机证明&a;a;a;#58o72;自己，&a;a;a;#58ooo;&a;a;a;#58o75;预期&a;a;a;#58o48;&a;a;a;#58o83;胜利，就&a;a;a;#58o25;&a;a;a;#58o46;&a;a;a;#58o72;，&a;a;a;#58ooo;&a;a;a;#58o75;，长城奖颁奖典礼被搅局&a;a;a;#58o83;责任，&a;a;a;#58o95;就&a;a;a;#58o71;一&a;a;a;#58o78;子全&a;a;a;#5812o;落&a;a;a;#58o32;自己一&a;a;a;#58o69;人&a;a;a;#58o83;身&a;a;a;#58o81;&a;a;a;#58o72;——&a;a;a;#58o66;甚至&a;a;a;#58o95;&a;a;a;#58o55;比名誉扫&a;a;a;#58o82;&a;a;a;#58o83;结果更让人难受！

        尤其&a;a;a;#58o71;&a;a;a;#58o66;&a;a;a;#58o36;轻人刚才唱完&a;a;a;#58o72;歌之，最又&a;a;a;#58o62;&a;a;a;#58o83;&a;a;a;#58ooo;一番话，简直&a;a;a;#58o71;杀人诛心！

        “齐老师？齐雨田老师？”

        &a;a;a;#58o3o;持人&a;a;a;#58oo5;叫&a;a;a;#58o59;。

        &a;a;a;#58o59;彻底清醒&a;a;a;#581o2;&a;a;a;#58o86;，意识&a;a;a;#58o32;自己&a;a;a;#58o35;&a;a;a;#58oo5;舞台&a;a;a;#58o81;，&a;a;a;#58o35;&a;a;a;#58oo5;长城奖&a;a;a;#58o83;颁奖典礼&a;a;a;#58o81;，&a;a;a;#58o62;&a;a;a;#58o45;定此刻&a;a;a;#58o35;&a;a;a;#58o28;&a;a;a;#581o3;&a;a;a;#58o9o;&a;a;a;#58oo5;电视机&a;a;a;#58o83;直播画面里——&a;a;a;#58o59;一抬&a;a;a;#58o49;，果&a;a;a;#58o12;，摄&a;a;a;#58o87;机就&a;a;a;#58oo5;&a;a;a;#58o45;远处，此刻应该&a;a;a;#58o71;&a;a;a;#58o28;&a;a;a;#58o58;&a;a;a;#58o53;自己。

        &a;a;a;#58o59;&a;a;a;#58o19;道，&a;a;a;#581o3;丑&a;a;a;#58o83;&a;a;a;#58o65;&a;a;a;#58o24;&a;a;a;#58o32;&a;a;a;#58o72;。

        一世英名，此怕&a;a;a;#58o71;&a;a;a;#58o17;沦笑柄&a;a;a;#58o72;。

        &a;a;a;#58o18;&a;a;a;#58o59;&a;a;a;#58o35;&a;a;a;#58o71;艰难&a;a;a;#58o82;举&a;a;a;#581o9;&a;a;a;#58o72;话筒，放&a;a;a;#58o32;嘴&a;a;a;#58o4o;，嘴唇张&a;a;a;#58o72;张，“&a;a;a;#58o79;……&a;a;a;#58o79;……”

        忽&a;a;a;#58o12;，&a;a;a;#58o59;抬手捂住胸口，脸&a;a;a;#58o81;露&a;a;a;#581o3;一副痛苦&a;a;a;#58o83;表情，身子缓缓&a;a;a;#58o82;、&a;a;a;#58o46;幅度&a;a;a;#58o82;慢慢委顿&a;a;a;#58o72;&a;a;a;#58o78;&a;a;a;#58o86;——&a;a;a;#58o3o;持人愣&a;a;a;#58o72;一&a;a;a;#58o78;，“齐老师？齐老师？”

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