The elder brother finally came back before he left, so that he could go to see him without any worries. Her brother told her that she should concentrate on preparing for the final exam, but she should not lose her heart to study because she was about to travel far away.

My brother is also nagging more and more, he has forgotten that he is also a member of Qiao's family, and he also has blood flowing in his body that does not admit defeat, and in this final exam, she still has to be the first in the class for a second time.

Every time the final exam comes, Xu Na is so busy that she can't see anyone. She said that when she opened her eyes at half past six one morning, there was no one in the dormitory, and Sun Ruiyang couldn't come to look for her often, because their class was also full of masters, and if she didn't pay attention, she would be thrown away.

The two people who shined the most on Jixiang Road were forced out of breath by their classmates. On the other hand, Jolene, although the pressure of competition also exists, she is still much easier than them.

Jolene didn't know whether to be glad or regretful. If she went to that kind of environment, would she become stronger, or would she be depressed because of the psychological gap? But she told herself that everything now is the best arrangement. If you really yearn for their kind of life, then go for it!

This semester, she took two electives with Murong, so she got closer. After nearly a year of getting along day and night, Murong trusted Qiao Lin more and more, and no longer held anything on his mind, but quietly told his good friend.

After all, she believed that all the secrets would come to an end when they reached Jolene.

Her thoughts were first reflected in the Bau elective class. This semester, Jolene decided to improve her musical accomplishments, preferably in folk music. The school opened Bau and Hulusi classes, and Jolene was ecstatic, but she didn't know which one to choose.

Later, Wang Keke, from a ham city in Yunnan, told her that the bau was blown horizontally, which had a softer sound, and that the gourd silk was blown vertically, with a clearer sound. Other than that, the techniques are pretty much the same.

Qiao Lin made up for it, it seemed that she was still more handsome sideways, Murong thought the same way, the two hit it off, and they went to learn from Bau.

In the first class, the professor's grandfather told them that Hulusi and Bao are relatively simple musical instruments, as long as everyone learns them by heart, at the end of the semester, popular songs like "Daughter's Love" and "Phoenix Tail Bamboo in the Moonlight" are not a problem;

This rhetoric made the students' hearts surge, as if they had become masters of folk music, freely wandering in the sea of music, playing moving melodies on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.

So, in the first class, each of them blew vigorously, even if it hurt their cheeks, they were still very excited. They didn't find it unpleasant in the slightest, and they didn't realize that the noise they made almost drove the students in the classrooms on either side crazy.

After returning to the dormitory, Qiao Lin and Murong were still practicing, but the other two roommates mercilessly blocked their ears and issued an eviction order in disguise.

After all, when they first started learning, the two of them were not less interested, they were not hit by their roommates, and they went to the playground to practice with their musical instruments. As soon as the word was blown, the flock of pigeons, which had been strolling leisurely, suddenly screamed and flew into the sky, and flapped their wings vigorously, as if to express their impatience.

After that time, the dreams of the two folk musicians were basically shattered, and the classes were indiscriminate (which is almost the same for everyone anyway). It is said that the old man gave a very generous score, as long as he didn't miss class, the rest was easy to say.

Now that she had decided to make up for it, Jolene relaxed, either in class or by memorizing new words. And Murong was observing a certain boy, she was so fascinated that no matter how stupid Qiao Lin was, it was enough to see the signs coming.

According to Murong's confession, the boy studied electronics. As soon as this major was mentioned, Qiao Lin's thoughts flew back to the military training a year ago, in the battle of singing, the foreign language department was defeated by the group of geese who sang to the sky with their throats, they were the series of electronic communication computers. So much so that now that I think about it, Jolene's mind still flashes the excited, excited, and only pitched geese.

But in Murong's eyes, that boy was definitely a goose like no other. She said, "I really noticed him when Lago, he and the other geese ...... Hey, what a goose, you've taken them away! He's different from the others, he's still very reserved. ”

In this year's elective class, that boy also took the Bau class, so much so that Qiao Lin suspected that Murong was just accompanying him in form, but he was actually chosen for that boy. Murong swore to the sky, this was definitely a coincidence! Qiao Lin saw that she was sincere, so she believed it for the time being.

In Bau's class, the boy was also a member of the abusive multiplier party, spending most of his time lying on his desk, using his cell phone or MP4, and sometimes meeting him in the cafeteria, either eating with his classmates or carrying several plastic bags, apparently to cook for his roommates.

Qiao Lin told Murong that at such moments, he was being a father to the other roommates. Murong was stunned, and Qiao Lin said with a straight face: "My brother said that when his roommates asked him, he was their father. ”

It turned out that the boys still had such a peculiar dormitory culture, which once again opened Murong's eyes. She stared at the boy's back more than once, and she seemed to be bulky and wooden, but she was like an excellent intelligence worker, and she knew the boy's preferences clearly.

He eats pancakes without green onions, eats lotus leaf buns with two skewers of flesh and bones, goes to the first floor every Wednesday at noon to buy a big bowl of beef noodles, often goes to the playground to play football, judging by the jersey he wears, he should be a Manchester United fan. ”

The boy is about 1.75 meters, wears black-framed glasses, likes to wear plaid shirts, looks quiet, and is the image of an ordinary science and engineering boy. But in Murong's opinion, he is the most special. Sun Ruiyang is also an ordinary college student, but in her eyes, she is as dazzling as Kenji Fujima.

Jolene was in a liberal arts class in high school, two-thirds of the class was girls, and she only got close to a few boys, and when she went to college, she was in the English department, and there were only two boys in the class. Her impression of the boys was that they went to the restaurant to grab food very fast! Suddenly sprinted, suddenly crossed the flower bed, suddenly stepped three steps in one step, and was as vigorous as if they were completing a parkour! Then they secretly read "Sports Weekly", "Football Newspaper", "World Military", "Popular Software" and so on. Therefore, when Murong asked her what she thought of the boy, she had to tell the truth that she didn't know much about the boy.

By the end of the semester, Murong had more and more information, but every time it ended with the same words: "Hey, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet!"

"In that case, then confess to him!"

The Murong giant suddenly shrank into a dwarf: "No, no, no, I can't take the initiative first." ”

Jolene has never experienced the twists and turns of love, so she doesn't understand why these people are holding back. is as brave as his brother, and he has saved eight lifetimes of courage to confess, and the mighty giant Murong Feixue can't wait to bury himself in the ground when facing the boy he likes.

"He looked at me and I felt like I was going to die. Murong said.

"When was that?"

"It's during military training...... Murong's cheeks flushed: "Everyone sings and sings energetically, and I don't know why he suddenly glanced at me." Alas, did he notice that I was looking at him?"

Qiao Lin was with Sun Ruiyang in a daze, and she had never experienced what it was like to "die if he looked at her". Murong was worried on the one hand, but timid as a mouse on the other, and he lived every day.

Final exam week was approaching, and the old man, considering the level of most people, abandoned the plan of having everyone play it once, and let them play in small groups.

This greatly touched the students, and didn't this provide the best opportunity for indiscriminate filling? No matter how badly it was blown, how could it be determined who blew it when mixed in with the crowd? The old man was so caring and intimate that the students were ashamed.

On the day of the exam, the old man took a roll call, and each time it was a group of five or six people, standing on the podium and blowing. After listening to one or two groups, everyone was relieved again - each group blew out a kind of funeral wind that was messy to the extreme, and everyone laughed tacitly, and they were not interested in continuing to listen.

Although her classmates were all blowing badly, Jolene was still quite nervous when she was named. Especially when the old man read the name of "Murong Feixue", everyone looked at it in unison, but their eyes fell on Qiao Lin. Maybe subconsciously, they recognized the slightly tall and slender Qiao Lin as Murong Feixue!

Jolene stood in front of the podium and saw so many pairs of interested eyes that her legs trembled with nervousness. Although she has appeared on stage countless times, this is not her good dance after all! Today is really a public execution, maybe it will be the most humiliating day of her college career.

Sure enough, a good song "Daughter's Love" was blown by her in a mess, perhaps even more difficult than the children's "Little Star", and successfully led Murong astray. Jolene cautiously looked at the old man's expression, and wondered, how on earth did he hold back his laughter?

After Qiao Lin finished blowing, she fled from the podium in embarrassment, and even wanted to pick up her schoolbag and run away. What kind of folk musician's dream is it's hilarious!

She lay on the table, lazily opened her mobile phone, and looked at what Wang Keke recommended to her. Murong was also lying on the table, but her eyes were like a hidden camera, revolving around the boy.

As expected, their group was also rotten enough, and it blew out of order. The boy is still like when he sang the song, not too hard, not too public. But when the song is more than halfway through, a melodious melody overwhelms the chaotic noises and gradually takes over the mainstream, making others dare not blow it.

Jolene looked up at the podium, and the boy was standing in the middle, as before, unobtrusive and unassuming, but no one else could interfere with him, he was like no one. His breath is very steady, his fingering is accurate, and he interprets the song "Phoenix Tail Bamboo in the Moonlight" vividly. I can't say how superb it is, but it's enough to see that he has a foundation.

After the performance, the old man who was so noisy that he doubted his life took the lead in applauding, and the boy bowed to him slightly, raised his head, and glanced at Murong with a nonchalant look.

The moment his gaze came, Qiao Lin knew that Murong had died again. He just finished a piece well, but in Murong's opinion, he was definitely the most powerful folk music player.