Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows: "One villain." ”

Wen Qiao: "It's not a few days, let's hurry up and practice." ”

When I went to eat in the cafeteria at night, I ran into Jin Xuan, but I didn't see Zhao Tong, Miss Zhao doesn't come to the canteen to eat now, and they all open a small stove outside, so as not to run into their group of bandits.

Jin Xuan walked to the dining table with the dinner plate with them, and said, "Now that the folk music department is difficult to support alone, I advise you to transfer to Western music as well, and the school should also encourage it." ”

Wen Qiao smiled: "I just hope that one day folk music will become popular, and a traitor like you will stop licking his face and asking to return to the folk music department." ”

Jin Xuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance Wen Qiao up and down: "The wish is beautiful, and the reality is skinny, then I wish you all the best." ”

Lu Youyou: "Don't get in the way, traitors, dirty the way we walk." ”

Jin Xuan raised her eyebrows: "Don't have such a big opinion of me, this world has always been a hero by success or failure, backbone can't be eaten, self-esteem is not worth a few dollars, after graduation, you will find the cruelty of this society, whether our graduates of Western music are in short supply whether they are performing or being teachers, and your folk music department ...... may only be mixed in some unknown small theater that appreciates folk music, and the audience is sparse, and the income is not enough to pay the salary, and you will know when the time comes, what I said today is definitely good intentions. ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "You're bothered, take care of yourself first, can you pass the viola exam?" Will you be able to graduate? ”

Jin Xuan looked at the backs of those people and shook his head, it was really a dead duck with a hard mouth, and he was completely hopeless.

The day before Thanksgiving, they were almost rehearsing, and Lu Youyou swiped his mobile phone and said, "Tomorrow we will go to the Wenci Art Center early in the morning for a rehearsal." ”

Lu Youyou is both the president and the stylist.

"What are we going to wear tomorrow?"

Chunxiao proposed: "How about the cheongsam?" ”

Lin Xiang sighed lightly: "I'm not used to wearing that kind of wrap." ”

"Then you'll wear a plain gown."

Lu Youyou raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you playing Hanfu?" It won't even have a cheongsam, right? ”

"My best friend in high school, in the resumption of college, she likes to collect cheongsam, all kinds of styles."

The reopening of the university happened to be next to the central sound, and the living areas were together, and Chunxiao's best friend soon sent a large bag of cheongsam.

"This neutral style caftan is for Lin Xiang, Yoyo, you wear crescent white, I wear peacock green, Qiaoqiao wears this, carmine, how about it?"

These cheongsams are extremely well made, and the velvet fabric, with the faint inlaid gold thread, is expensive at first glance.

On the same day, Wen Qiao and the others brought their costumes to the Wenci Art Center, and there was not only a performance by CCTV, but also a small evening party, with various programs.

Wen Qiao's show is arranged in the second place, and obviously the producer doesn't value them very much, so it is arranged so high.

When I saw Wen Qiao, the director of the party had bright eyes, the girl was very beautiful, and the stage design could be a little ingenious: "Get a hanging chair for the girl who plays the pipa, and the opening lights hit her, which is very catchy." ”

The stage made an OK: "Good director." ”

During the rehearsal, he and Zhuang Yan bowed their heads and didn't look up, and Wen Qiao saw him as if he was a stranger, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

All she thought about in her mind was Fu Nanli.

Will he come?

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