Chapter 667

This Thanksgiving Day, we agreed to merge the two departments to form a grand finale program.

Zhuang Yan agreed to join.

Wenqiao had specially asked for Fu Nanli's opinions. The eldest son of Fu was particularly objective and reasonable in other matters. However, there was always an obstacle in his heart for Wenqiao's first love, or the object of his first love.

But the little girl stares at him earnestly and asks him, "I hope that there will be no estrangement and discord between eastern and western music." when he reaches such a high level, he does not agree. That is to say, it is a hindrance to the integration of eastern and Western cultures.

"Yes." This sentence of Fu Dashao can be said to be gnashing one's teeth.

Wenjo went to rehearsal.

Zhuang Yan is the violin, Song Yu is the piano, and there is still a cello.

Lu youyou sat on the terrace and coughed: "although I hate Zhao Tong very much, I heard that her piano skills have improved a lot recently. She is one of the best in Cello classes. I can ask her to attend this concert regardless of the past."

So Zhao Tong received Lu youyou's invitation.

Zhao Tong naturally can't let go of this opportunity to carry on some kind of mouth gun attack to Lu youyou.

Lu youyou patted the table: "don't take the shelf. There are many cello players. If you don't participate, I'll find someone else."

Zhao Tong: "is that your attitude? You are still so arrogant, Lu youyou. Are you like that? "

"Give me a good word. To join or not to participate is for the sake of the school, and it's not entirely to sell my face, OK?"

Zhao Tong: "then you can't scold me, I'll think about it."

"Hello, elder sister, are you reasonable? Which time didn't you take time off yourself

"You're here again."

"As long as you don't pick a problem, I'm sure I won't trouble you, will you?"

Zhao Tong Ao Jiao said: "then I'll do my best to promise you."

Zhao Tong agreed with Lu youyou. When he went back to the dormitory at night, he told Xu Lu, who seldom came back to live once.

Hearing this, Xu Lu looked at her in disbelief: "did you promise them to attend the Thanksgiving concert?"

"Well, yes, it's a comprehensive program produced by the school. Both folk music and western music have participated, and Zhuang Yan has also participated."

Xu Lu looked at her wrongly and angrily: "you know clearly that Wenqiao and I don't deal with you, but you've changed sides and stood at their end. Where do you put me?"

Zhao Tong was a little anxious: "it's not entirely for Wenqiao. The chief planner of this program is the professor of the school, and he is the conductor..."

"Tongtong, you let me down too much. Why do we want to mingle with folk music people?"

"Also I don't think so. In fact, each has its own beauty. Wenqiao and they have never stepped on western music... "

Xu Lu's face was pale and chilly. She couldn't believe it. She stared at Xu Lu in disbelief: "even you have been recovered by them. It's very good, very good. I'm alone. I'm out of place. I'm narrow-minded. Is that enough?"

Finish saying, carrying bag, rushed out of the classroom.

Zhao Tong is helpless and upset.

Because it was the end of November, and it was evening again, the path at the back door of the school was already empty. She tightened her tight coat and was indignant. How could she believe that even Zhao Tong was bribed by Wenqiao, and there was no support around her.

She didn't understand what wenjo had.

Not far away, she saw familiar people, Dong Yao and Lu youyou.

The two of them were holding hands. Xu Lu immediately found a strong tree to cover his body.