Whenever I think of her dark years, I feel that the sins I have suffered now are not worth mentioning.

He deserves it.

"Well, let's rehearse it."

Piano to guqin, violin to pipa.

When the two of them sat backstage in rehearsal, Zhuang Yan felt in a trance that they were in the boya period, everything in the world was still, and only he and Wen Qiao were together.

Fu Nanli stared at him a little irritated by the side curtain and Shang Fan's big eyes, so he thought about going backstage to find Wen Qiao first.

When he arrived backstage, seeing that scene, it really made him angry.

His Joel, and the boy she liked, sat opposite each other, the boy's eyes were too hot, and Joel occasionally glanced at the boy.

They are so well matched, so well matched that it makes him panic.

It's her performance, it's the performance she values very much, he's an adult, his girlfriend has her own career, he won't let her cancel the show regardless of the unreasonable trouble.

Adults should be calm and rational, even jealousy should control their emotions, should not lose proportion, should be decent, should be elegant.

Lu Youyou came back from outside, only to see the melancholy and sad back of Master Fu.

She sighed in her heart, chased after her, and saw Fu Shao smoking in the small garden behind the theater, with one hand in his pocket, and his right hand lit the ashes of the cigarette between his fingers.

Lu Youyou felt guilty to death, and he didn't dare to step forward, the performance started immediately, so it was better to wait until the performance was over and then ask Fu Shao for guilt.

Fu Nanli stood in the garden, his thoughts were chaotic, and there was only one clear line: 'If Wen Qiao's illness is cured, Wen Qiao will die if he leaves, and she will definitely leave him'.

He selfishly didn't want to check her up, didn't want her to get better, even if it was because he had to, as long as she could stay with him, it would be enough.

When Wen Qiao came on the stage to perform, he glanced at the side curtain of the stage and only saw Shang Fan.

She didn't see Fu Nanli, she looked around, the lights in the concert hall were turned off one after another, and after looking around, she didn't see Fu Nanli, and Wen Qiao's heart was not very stable.

Halfway through the performance, the side curtain shook slightly, and a familiar figure was glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, and Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli coming back.

The light was dim, and she couldn't make out the expression on his face, but she could feel that he didn't seem to be happy.

The performance went well.

She and Zhuang Yan are working together for the first time, but there is a sense of soul blending.

Fu Nanli's father is also a musician, and he has an instinctive sense of music, and he can hear that the two people are very resonant in music, and they fit in a seamless situation.

His knuckles turned white when he held them, and his eyes were soaked with nameless fire.

I don't know who to be angry with.

This anger is too inexplicable, and he knows it himself.

His love affair is based on a great lie, like a castle in the air, like a mirage, shattered at the touch of a button.

Very unreliable.

The applause from the audience brought him back to real life with his thoughts withdrawn, and every applause reminded him that the two children were a good match.

Afterwards, he couldn't remember what repertoire Wen Qiao and they were performing, and for an hour and a half, he was in a trance.

It wasn't until thunderous applause rang out, and it wasn't until Wen Qiao walked towards him with a lute and grabbed his waist in front of many people that his consciousness fell back to the ground.

Zhuang Yan's envious and jealous eyes were behind her, so that his heart that was about to leave finally got a moment of comfort.

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