Orange street lamps spread all over the streets and alleys, and Song Miao and Lin Qingrou stood at the door of the lively theater and looked at each other and smiled. Both of them wore slim cheongsams, their hair was coiled up, like modern girls on posters, and the neon billboards above their heads were shining on their delicate faces, and the two beauties added a lot of color to the surroundings.

The two of them were dressed unusually tonight, which was Song Miao's idea. I finally want to go to a Rausch concert with Lin Qingrou, but I have to dress up, she has wanted to wear this cheongsam for a long time, but she has no time due to work! And such a passionate, unrestrained, bold and hot outfit, of course, has to be worn with sisters to be fun.

Song Miao touched the hair she had just made with a curling iron, pinned a handful of hair that fell to her ears behind her ears, and threw a wink at Lin Qingrou. She wore a pale pink cheongsam, a sparkling hairpin in her hair, a pearl shell bag in her hand, and a lightly painted eyebrow shape and red lips on her face.

Lin Qingrou laughed lightly, and helplessly stretched out her index finger and poked her forehead. Originally, she thought that she was just listening to a concert, focusing on listening to music, so she didn't think about what to wear or what to dress up deliberately, but it turned out that she came with Song Miao in such a high profile, which was also magical.

In order to cater to Song Miao, she wore a white cloth cheongsam and used a white hosta to tie up her hair. Although she and Song Miao are also wearing cheongsam, their styles are obviously different, and the two stand together but are unexpectedly harmonious, which attracts many passers-by to watch and admire.

"Are you here to perform?" An old man who was waiting at the door of the theater asked with a smile when he saw Song Miao and Lin Qingrou dressed so beautifully.

Song Miao's face was a little red when she was asked, she looked around, and most of the people who entered and exited the theater seemed to be some people wearing high-end dresses. They were dressed plainly and elegantly, neither too flashy, but also not ordinary, and some doubted whether they were dressed correctly today.

"No, uncle, we're here for a concert." Lin Qingrou laughed, her eyes were crooked like two crescent moons, and she said softly, and while holding Song Miao's arm, she raised the two tickets in her hand, the two looked very close, and the sisterhood was very happy.

The old man looked at the two young and energetic girls and smiled again, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "What a coincidence, I also came to the concert, and I am waiting for an old fellow!" Seeing that you are dressed so beautifully, I thought you were some kind of actor and star. ”

"Hey! It turns out that the old man is also here to listen to music. Song Miao talked to the old man familiarly, "Thank you for complimenting us so much, to be honest, I'm still a little nervous about dressing like this, it seems that there are a lot of people who come to listen to music today wearing dresses, will there be anything wrong with us dressing up?" ”

Lin Qingrou knew that Song Miao was nervous, so she came to find comfort, and she didn't poke it, but quietly listened to the passer-by old man talking to Song Miao. In this regard, the old man was not disappointed by Song Miao, and he has always praised her and Song Miao's dress.

"What do you want to wear

Just what to wear, your clothes are not immoral, why are you worried about that? You only see people in dresses, but there are also a lot of ordinary people who go to concerts, and you can see that I dress very casually. The old man showed off his printed white T-shirt.

Song Miao was amused, and finally the two said goodbye to the amiable old man and approached the theater hand in hand. When walking, Song Miao's chin was slightly raised, proudly showing her shape, and her waist and hips twisted particularly rhythmically, like a little peacock with the screen open.

Lin Qingrou was so amused by her that she couldn't help it, and hit her back with her bag and said, "Walk well." Only then did Song Miao stop her steps that her six relatives did not recognize, and became a lady and walked side by side with Lin Qingrou. Maybe emotions are really contagious, seeing Song Miao having so much fun, Lin Qingrou also felt very happy.

As soon as they entered the venue, they met an acquaintance in the hallway. There were still thirty minutes before the opening, Du Zeming stood there in a brand-new suit, like a posthumous and independent person, the aura around him was incompatible with the style of the whole body and the people around him, the corners of the man's lips pursed slightly and looked very serious, and he didn't know how long he had waited.

Du Zeming, who found Lin Qingrou, had his eyes lit up, like a statue injected into his soul, which attracted many people's side eyes, "Du Zeming, are you waiting for someone?" Before the man who walked on the opposite side spoke, Song Miao beside Lin Qingrou spoke, preemptively.

"Miss Song." Du Zeming said politely, "It's a coincidence that we can meet here." It's just that the expression on his face is not so bright, although it is not as miserable as "frosted eggplant", but it is indeed pitiful, especially when he sees Song Qian's modern appearance, the corners of his mouth twitch.

However, Lin Qingrou still looks very good in a cheongsam, which is different from Song Miao, Du Zeming thought while comforting himself.

"Mr. Du, how can it be so coincidental? Didn't I tell you I would come tonight? Lin Qingrou pierced mercilessly, and Song Miao on the side also cast a contemptuous gaze, her eyes were vivid and bright, and the emotions she wore were also very sincere, as if to say: I have seen a lot of this kind of person.

"Of course Arou and I didn't meet by chance, I was surprised to meet Miss Song here, I haven't made an appointment with Miss Song, and I don't know that Miss Song will come tonight, maybe what I said before is not accurate, but let's just say it's a 'coincidence'." Du Zeming said quietly.

"Hee-hee." Song Miao smiled at Du Zeming, took Lin Qingrou's hand tightly, and said embarrassedly to Du Zeming: "Hehe, I know what you're thinking, but I'm sorry to tell you: Lin Qingrou has an appointment today, and she has a date with me." After speaking, he patted his chest and straightened his waist.

Du Zeming looked at Song Miao, and then at Lin Qingrou, who smiled apologetically at Du Zeming, and then left with Song Miao. Soon, the two beautiful figures merged into the flow of people and disappeared at the entrance of the building, leaving a handsome guy standing lonely at the door. As soon as the air conditioning wind blew, the man looked even more lonely.

Du Zeming shook his head helplessly, and also walked into the audience, the theater was very large and spacious, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Qingrou and Song Miao had disappeared. It seems that sitting with Lin Qingrou is not

Okay, Du Zeming thought regretfully, and then cleaned up his broken young man's heart, found his own place and began to sit down.

At this time, Lin Qingrou and Song Miao found a place and sat down. They sat in a very good position, and the people around them didn't look at the two of them too much, thinking that they were all very high-quality and well-cultivated people. The two talked and laughed, everything was ready, just waiting for the opening, and Du Zeming's "episode" seemed to be left behind by them.

A long time passed before I knew it, and suddenly, the lights in the venue went out. Lin Qingrou looked at the watch on her wrist, it was the time for the concert to start, and the audience had already taken their seats, and the whole venue was very quiet, waiting for the first sound to come from the stage.

The concert is a solo concert held by Yang Rushui, and the whole performance program is arranged by him alone, in this concert he will play a well-known folk music Chunjiang Flower Moon Night, and the rest is his own composition.

Lin Qingrou sat quietly above the audience, listening, watching, and watching how Yang Rushui performed various interpretations of ancient musical instruments. The pale and powerful fingers gently plucked the strings of the zither, and the ancient string sounds seemed to transport her to an unspeakable world, and her soul seemed to be outside the world and immersed in the red dust. The aftermath is no different.

"That's nice." Song Miao leaned on Lin Qingrou's shoulder and whispered. She didn't dare to say it too loudly, because she was afraid that it would affect everyone's enjoyment of the music, but because she was too shocked, she felt that she had to say something, otherwise she would be suffocated by herself.

Lin Qingrou nodded in understanding, this was the first time she had been to the scene so much and listened to Yang Rushui's performance of so much music. I have to sigh, no wonder so many people like to go to celebrities' concerts now, and the effect is different from what they listen to on TV and what they listen to live. Yang Rushui is really extraordinary, this ticket is worth buying.

In the end, Yang Rushui ended the concert in a minor key adapted from a poem by Han Yuefu. He sang the tune melodiously while playing the zither, and his students were playing other instruments while singing the song. After looping it a few times, the melody was gradually memorized by the audience, and finally, the whole audience sang along......

I don't know how long I sang, but the music stopped, and the singing stopped. Some people are red-faced, some people are smiling, men, women and children are all smiling. Whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary citizen, everyone participates in it, without a trace of awkwardness and stage fright, and even those young people who only love to listen to pop music are also impressed by it.

The lights gradually dimmed, and Yang Rushui stood in the center of the stage in a snow-white antique performance costume, holding a guzheng. The applause of the audience gradually became a film, and the applause echoed in the theater for a long time. Lin Qingrou looked at Song Miao sideways, her palms were red and she was still clapping her hands very hard, and her eyes were shining on the stage.

Finally, the protagonist of this concert bowed to the audience and left. There are no speeches or advertisements, simple and neat. When all the lights in the hall came on, everyone realized that the concert was over!

(End of chapter)

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