(The author kindly reminds that Lin Qianxiao's copy is open, save a few more to eat together, the effect is better.) Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info)

(Work hard!) Five watch sprint in the evening! There are three more! ）

"Brother Night, what's wrong with you??" While eating at home, Wan'er asked me.

"Not really."

"It doesn't seem like you're happy enough to say anything?" Wan'er sat on my lap and said with a low brow.

"Yes, you, the unhappy emotions are written on your face" Su Rong smiled.

"Oh, maybe it's because there's a show tomorrow." I made an excuse at random, of course I couldn't mention Yan Yuer's matter.

"You guy, for this kind of thing, at most, you are nervous, how can you not be happy? Recruited from the truth, what's wrong? Su Rong also walked to my side.

"Hey, it's okay, there are always a few days of bad mood every month, I've been worrying about the country and the people recently, be considerate." I smiled reluctantly.

"Oh, what's the matter, you guy always likes to drill the horns." Su Rong gently followed my back.

"Sister Rongrong, don't ask Brother Ye anymore, hehe, boys have their own little secrets, right?" Qin Wan was still understanding, hugged her for a while, I washed the dishes and went to take a shower again.

went to the study to find a copy of "The Courtyard Gate in the Wind", flipped through it casually, and Su Rong also nested in a nightdress.

"Silly husband, if you want to be unhappy, just tell me and Wan'er, what can't be solved now?" Su Rong kissed the side of my cheek.

"The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad, I just have an inexplicable confused mood, let me calm down, and it will be fine to stop." I rubbed Su Rong's long hair.

I really want to tell her that for the sake of you and Wan'er, I gave up a beautiful flower that I like so much, a bright moonlight, my Yan Yu'er, my Eliza, that is as leisurely as the plain wind.

Of course, I can't say a word about these words, but fortunately, Su Rong won't keep asking me at this moment, chattering, she just leaned on me quietly and gently, and soon told me about allusions like "gambling books are consumed with the fragrance of tea".

I was also interested, and told her the story of "Red Crisp Hand Yellow Vine Wine, Spring Palace Wall Willows in the City".

Then the two of us thought of the sentence, "If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?"

With Rong Rong and with his own woman, he will naturally quickly forget the sad overture of youth, after all, where there are Su Rong and Qin Wan, it is my home, as Hai Zi's poem wrote: The sky has nothing, why give me comfort?

It's because, under that sky, there is nothing to have, you have someone you love, a home you can go back to, and a lamp that belongs to you!

"It's a pity it didn't snow." I touched Su Rong's face and said softly.

"What are you afraid of, I've been with you year after year, and I don't know how many snows I can watch." She smiled like a fairy in the light.

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Friday, New Year's Day art show, since the morning has been quite busy, I really don't understand, obviously a CM school competition, but also the second and third rehearsals?

I asked me to go to the stage of the party at 10 o'clock on the horse, and in front of many staff, I put on my worker's costume, hung a white towel neatly, and sang with Lin Surou.

It was a bit embarrassing, and many people laughed softly when they saw my outfit below.

It's true that CM rarely sings songs like this, with a unique imprint of the era.

"You know, this emotional grasp should be more enthusiastic, warmer! You have to think of yourselves as, ah, this new generation of the 80s! "When the principal came to inspect us, he gave us some advice.

"But I'm riding a horse for 94 years!" Of course, this is a slander in my heart, or it is corrected according to what the principal said, I am indeed keeping a distance from Lin Surou, Su Rou did not say anything, but it will still show the pity of Chu Chu if there is nothing, but unfortunately, it is true that there is not a minute of time to be alone.

So, women...

Of course, I have no right to complain, Dongfang Yue's father, the director of the Provincial Education Bureau of Hangzhou, is coming over, and I have to bring a few bigwigs from the Cultural Bureau to watch, oh, no, the word watching is too straightforward, to say that coming to guide is indeed tired of Lin Surou and the little brothers of several associations, at least I have now gotten rid of the fate of moving things.

Lin Surou left me behind on the grounds that I wanted to rehearse, Roger and Brother Jin and Xinghejun were all involved in the transportation of things, for example, there is a conservatory of music to transport the piano, the party scene was originally not there, and you have to move from the conservatory!

Regarding this part, which is obviously doing chores, Lin Surou and the others want to say that it is a high-sounding service.

In the end, I couldn't watch it, so I followed Roger and them to move things together, tables and chairs needed for small categories, some props, and help some makeup artists manage their makeup boxes.

Although the whole scene could not be considered chaotic, it was still quite tense, because the principal SAMA, as well as the leaders of the school at all levels, repeatedly emphasized the importance of this party.

Blowing and blowing I almost believed, "Hey, we, CM, it's a river!" A broad and galloping long river, we want to let the leaders see our best spiritual outlook and attitude, as well as our CM's profound literary and artistic heritage. ”

After all, it was a show that took less than a month to rehearse, and it was not the Spring Festival Gala, so it was so grand, I was very nervous, big guys.

But it's okay, think about the difficulty of my show is not too high, is it just singing, when the time comes, it's just a little more serious, this song is only 2 minutes long, 2 minutes of embarrassment is embarrassing!

My mood is inexplicably happy, at least in such a festive atmosphere, everyone is actively and seriously busy, on the one hand, there will be a little complaint, but on the other hand, I am still quite proud that CM can hold such a party.

This is the so-called collective sense of honor, which can bring us small ordinary people together and volunteer to fight for their position.

Dinner is also eaten at four o'clock, and the time for us is only 15 minutes, and then after washing the face, hundreds of makeup artists came to help, which is also the natural advantage of CM, the junior students of the School of Design and Art, basically every one of them is independent, and the semi-professional makeup artist is remarkable.

Like my makeup, it's very simple, just apply a little foundation to make my face thicker and make the character look more three-dimensional, and the senior sister who put me on makeup took less than 3 minutes.

Then I felt like I was really the kind of worker I used to be in TV dramas.

"Last rehearsal, last rehearsal, start in fifteen minutes, makeup artist, hurry up!!" Outside, an acting teacher known as the director of the scene reminded.

The last rehearsal is actually not a formal rehearsal, that is, everyone is familiar with their own points again, and the last smooth experience of the connection of the show is completed, and then, we all sit backstage, quietly waiting for the party to start.