The evening breeze was gentle, the stage was set up on the playground, and all the students of the school were present, because it was a conservatory, so there were all kinds of skills on the stage.

All kinds of gods show their powers, and the atmosphere is very hot.

There were all kinds of traffic jams on the road, and when Fu Nanli arrived at Yangyin, he saw Wen Qiao sitting on the stage in red and playing the pipa.

It's different from the last performance in the Nine Elementary and Small Hall.

The wind by the lake was blowing slowly, and she was wearing a fiery red Hanfu long skirt, made of gauze skirt, weak and boneless, wrapped around her soft arms, like a little fairy on the mural, like a dream.

Not only the students in the audience were attracted, but even Shang Fan, who sang on stage, always unconsciously lingered on the girls playing the pipa in the corner of the stage.

It was supposed to be just a small supporting role, helping him accompaniment.

But now, she has become the biggest surprise of this performance.

The singing of [Sting] ignited the enthusiasm of all the students, and everyone waved the light sticks in their hands.

Lin Xiang is dressed in Confucian Hanfu, the transverse flute is tactful and melodious, and Chunxiao is usually soft and cute, but the drumming is full of power at this time, forming a visual contrast impact.

Lu Youyou is wearing a white dress, and the guqin is ethereal and beautiful.

And Wen Qiao, every move, every smile and smile deeply tugged at the hearts of all the audience in the audience.

Beautiful!

Superb piano skills!

The audience is well deserved.

Xu Lu couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled Zhao Tong, "Let's go." ”

Zhao Tong raised his chin: "Let's go, let's drag down another performance that should be wonderful, Wen Qiao is really a bad star, causing me to lose another star." ”

Fu Nanli stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the people on the stage through the crowd.

The evening breeze was blowing, and Wen Qiao seemed to feel a different gaze watching her.

She looked up to find a different gaze.

The wind lifted her veil, and her beauty caught a glimpse, and the wind seemed to have spirituality, and it blew with her veil, and the veil that was loosely behind her ears was blown by the wind.

Just after the last syllable was played, Wen Qiao instinctively reached out to grab it, but he couldn't catch it.

The veil blew in front of Shang Fan, Shang Fan grabbed it casually, and the veil of her temperature fell into his palm.

Fu Nanli just watched the two people on the stage exchange their eyes, 'looking at each other affectionately'.

The face is gloomy.

Shang Fan walked up to Wen Qiao and hugged her.

This is tantamount to Mars hitting the earth, pouring a bucket of oil on the fire in Fu Dagongzi's heart, and Fu Nanli's face is very gloomy.

There are four assistant students, and Shang Fan only hugged Wen Qiao, what it means is self-evident.

At the end of the crowd, Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli and pushed Shang Fan away, "Okay, we're going to step down." ”

took the veil in his hand, carried the pipa, and hurriedly got off the stage with Lu Youyou.

Because Shang Fan still had a song to perform, the students' attention was still on the stage, and Wen Qiao handed the pipa to Lu Youyou, "Help me take it back." ”

Then he carried the hem of his skirt through the crowd and walked under the camphor tree, and Fu Nanli's hand in his trouser pocket was white.

"You're here." The girl didn't seem to notice his displeasure.

Fu Nanli's jawline was tight, and there was a cold aura written around him, and he turned around and left the playground.

He had long legs, and Wincho had to run two steps in one step, and she struggled to follow him with the complicated hem of her skirt.

"What's wrong with you? Are you tired from flying back? ”

She had a flattering smile on her face, confused and lazy, not understanding why he was angry.

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