The evening breeze is slow, the stage is set up on the playground, and all the students are present. Because it is a conservatory of music, all kinds of dazzling skills are on the stage.
The atmosphere was very hot.
There were all kinds of traffic jams on the road. When Fu Nanli arrived at Yangyin, he saw Wenqiao sitting on the stage in red and playing pipa.
It's different from the last performance in the auditorium of No.9 middle school.
The wind blowing slowly by the lake, she was wearing a red Han dress, gauze skirt material, soft and boneless, wrapped around her soft arm, like a little fairy on the mural, dreamlike.
Not only the students were attracted to the stage, but even Shang fan, who was singing on the stage, unconsciously lingered on the girls playing the pipa in the corner of the stage.
It was supposed to be just a minor supporting role to accompany him.
But now, she is the biggest surprise of the show.
The singing of "Jingzhe" ignited the enthusiasm of all the students, and everyone waved the fluorescent stick in their hands.
Lin Xiang is dressed in Han Dynasty clothes of Confucian scholars, and the flute is melodious. Luoli is soft and cute at spring dawn, but now drum beating is full of strength, forming a visual contrast impact.
Lu youyou wears a white skirt, the Guqin is ethereal and beautiful.
And Wenqiao, every move, every move, every smile, deeply draw the hearts of all the audience.
Beautiful!
Excellent piano skills!
It's really worthy of its name.
Xu Lu really can't look down, pulling Zhao Tong, "let's go."
Zhao Tong raised his chin: "walk, and drag a wonderful performance, Wen Qiao is really evil star, hurt me to take off a star."
Fu Nanli stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the people on the stage.
As the evening wind blew, wenjo seemed to feel a different eye on her.
She raised her eyes to look for a different look.
The wind lifted her veil, and her beauty was startled. The wind seemed to have a spirit. It was blowing with her veil, and the veil loosely draped behind her ears was blown by the wind.
At the end of the last syllable, wenjo instinctively reached for it, but could not grasp it.
When the veil blows to Shang fan, Shang fan grabs it and drops her warm veil into his palm.
In this way, Fu Nanli watched the two people on the stage exchange their eyes and "looked at each other affectionately.".
His face was gloomy.
Shang fan went to Wenqiao and hugged her.
This is no different from Mars hitting the earth, pouring a bucket of oil on the fire in the heart of master Fu. Fu Nanli's face was very gloomy.
There are four assistant students, and Shang fan only hugs Wenqiao. It is self-evident what it means.
At the end of the crowd, Wenqiao saw Fu Nanli and pushed Shang fan aside. "OK, we're going to step down."
Taking the veil in his hand, carrying the lute, and Lu Youyou, they get off the stage in a hurry.
Because Shang fan still has a song to perform, so the students' attention is still on the stage. Wenqiao gives the pipa to Lu Youyou, "help me take it back."
Then he carried the skirt through the crowd and went under the camphor tree. Fu Nanli's fingers were white in his trouser pocket.
"Here you are." The girl did not seem to notice his displeasure.
Fu Nanli's jaw line was tight, and the cold air that no one should be close to was written all over his body. He turned away from the playground.
He had long legs, and wenjo had to run two steps to take a step. She was struggling to follow him with her complicated skirt.
"What's wrong with you? Are you tired just after flying back
She had an ingratiating smile on her face, and she didn't understand why he was angry.