The next day's work, Gu Yifang was particularly devoted.

If she wants to forget about her worries at home, work is her best place to go at the moment.

When Gu Yifang raised his head, it was already half past five in the afternoon, and half an hour had passed since she got off work, but she felt as if she had greeted her a few minutes ago at the front desk, and looked at the computer time, she was still a little frightened about going home.

Compared with Gu's mother, who might continue to mess with her, the controversy in the Guofeng Club was really painless for her. Since she was a child, she has experienced a lot of crises. These crises made her understand the priorities and priorities of things before she read Maslow's needs theory in her textbooks.

But in any case, she should respond to the concern of the national style people about her, so after work, she bought a two-yuan rice ball in the supermarket, heated it in the supermarket, and took it into the Internet café.

After turning on the computer, I suddenly remembered the ancient style songs recommended by Zhang Jiawei, so I searched for it and listened to it, and then began to reply to QQ messages one by one.

Cai Wei and Zhang Lixian were not there, Zijin immediately replied, crackling and typing a long paragraph, meaning that she should not leave the Guofeng Club, and she would tear it up on the student union.

Gu Yifang was very moved in his heart, although Zijin loves to tear at every turn, he really has nothing to say to his friends. She smiled and posted a link to an ancient song to Zijin, wanting her to listen to it, but immediately regretted it, she actually forgot that Zijin had a habit of worshipping antiquities.

Sure enough, for Zijin, who was serious about the form, he also did not let go of the ancient style songs, and immediately posted a song adapted from the Book of Poetry for Gu Yifang to listen to.

"On the one hand, those ancient songs are all written indiscriminately, there is neither plain nor standardized rhyme, you should know when you learn poetry from Mr. Shao. These unorthodox things, we shouldn't pass them on, you listen to this "Xianghe Song", I don't know how much better than those ancient styles. Zijin began to recommend enthusiastically, "By the way, this "Xianghe Song" and dance, we still have to look at more serious things." ”

Gu Yifang sighed silently in her heart, she understood that promoting the national style had a more serious meaning, and it was best not to be too entertaining, but that was also a matter on the table. For daily life, it is still better to be normal, but she didn't know how to persuade Zijin, so she had to reply euphemistically: "This "Xianghe Song" is dignified and elegant, which is very suitable for display. ”

Zijin nodded and applauded, and asked, "I just said, you'll definitely like it." By the way, Dajunshi, what do you think of our national style Spring Festival Gala program, how about the performance? ”

Gu Yifang looked at the girls in the video, stepping on their sleeves, their posture was vigorous and graceful, and he couldn't help but shake his head in front of the screen and said, "It's a bit difficult, right?" I don't know how long it will take to train this dance, and I have to prepare so many drum ......, and the music itself is not cheap......

Zijin actually said for the first time: "The music used for dancing does not need to be too strict. ”

Gu Fang couldn't help but rub his eyes, he was not mistaken, right? This sentence was actually typed by Zijin? Stolen number? She raised her eyes and looked, and saw that Zijin's QQ signature file was actually the song "Yongshan Sakura" written by herself, and she was a little touched in her heart, and typed and asked: "Zijin, you want to perform this, is it because of the clothes burning incident?" ”

Zijin was so excited that he replied with a "! Then the branch said:

"One side, you still understand me!"

"It's so much worse than a kimono!"

"How can you think of koji as a kimono!"

"What a blind dog's eye!"

"I only know Fuso geisha!"

"Just let them see who the ancestors are! Who is Orthodox! What is the Chinese national style! ”

Looking at this pile of exclamation marks, Gu Fang suddenly felt that someone as insistent as Zijin was still quite cute. The burning of clothes is heart-wrenching, but most people are just momentarily indignant and don't really do anything afterward. But Zijin is full of energy and wants to reverse the current decline.

To reverse such a decline, one person's strength is too small, but if more and more people are willing to contribute a meager strength, the situation is different.

Gu Yifang couldn't help but type a few words: "Zijin, I support you." ”

Zijin replied with a cheering expression, and Gu Fang continued: "I support your idea, but I still have to think about how to do it, if I can't dance, I think I can sing." ”

Zijin replied: "Then let's sing "Xianghe Song"? In this way, you will be able to wear an orthodox curl dress. ”

Seeing that Zijin turned the topic back to Qu Fu, Gu Yifang's head was big again, the activities of the national style club have always been that everyone brings their own national style clothes, if it is Qu Fu, the cost is not small, Qu Fu is not a regular dress is more expensive, this kind of clothes, individuals will choose their favorite style, so that everyone buys the same one, maybe everyone may not be willing.

"Zijin, let me think about this, I have to do it now." Half an hour passed after chatting casually, and Gu Yifang still wanted to go home before seven o'clock.

After walking out of the Internet café, Gu Yifang's mood sank again, through the cold wind of early winter, she walked into the familiar home, opened the door with the key, Gu's mother was not in the kitchen, and left food on the table, Gu Yifang didn't feel a sour nose, tried to suppress her sadness, and shouted "Mom." ”

Gu's mother's voice came from the house accompanied by the sound of the TV: "Have you eaten?" Meals are heated in the microwave yourself. ”

Gu Fang asked, "Mom, have you eaten it?" ”

Gu's mother said: "I ate at three o'clock in the afternoon, now I'm not hungry, you can eat first." ”

There are no superfluous words, even if the mother and daughter are reconciled like this, Gu Yifang's heart relaxed, a rice ball has actually made her half full, thinking that in order not to make Gu's mother think that she is angry, Gu Yifang still put some food in the microwave to heat it.

"Hey, it's me who Weiguo, Fang Fang is back, you can tell your mother to rest assured." Gu's mother's voice came from the bedroom again, obviously calling Uncle Gu.

"Alas......, I know, she's older, and I can't control her, thank God if she doesn't get into trouble." I don't know what Uncle Gu and Mother Gu said, Mother Gu sighed with emotion, and then chatted with Uncle Gu about something else.

Gu Fang felt a little thorny in his heart, it seemed that it was difficult for Gu's mother to believe in herself after all, she didn't understand what she was doing badly, so that Gu's mother would think that she would be a trouble-making girl who didn't know how to respect herself. I also don't understand why friends know themselves better than family.

However, since Gu's mother didn't pursue it, there was no need for her to indulge in this frustration, and Gu Fang also began to shift her mind and think about the participation in the National Style Spring Festival Gala.

The chorus is obviously the most suitable program to participate in the show, which can maximize everyone's participation, but as a Chinese New Year's Eve party, it is too elegant and unavoidable, although as Zi Ji said, the poetry collection is ancient folk songs, but the song and dance are not ancient square dances, according to the subtitle notes on the dance video, this song and dance originally belonged to the sacrificial song and dance. After detaching from the sacrificial function, the scope of the performance was also the court and the house of the scholars, and other more elegant occasions.

Is it the lower riba people or the spring and white snow?