Walking to the side with the principal, Principal Zhang said with a kind expression: "I watched the performance just now, and it is very Mr. Ye Shenghai's style." ”

Mr. Ye Shenghai is a contemporary pipa master.

Wen Qiao hurriedly said: "Principal, you have an overreputation, and you don't dare to compare with Mr. Ye." ”

"You have made a lot of efforts for the school's folk music department, I see it in my eyes, I want to thank you very much."

Wen Qiao was a little uneasy: "You are serious, I am just doing my best." ”

Principal Zhang smiled: "I was born in Erhu, and later took over the position of principal, but it is not too pulled, although I am the principal, but the school has a board of directors, this school, not my word hall, the board members only look at interests, do not engage in feelings, several meetings said that they were going to close the folk music department." ”

An old man and a young man stood at the door of the auditorium, talking about the past and future of the folk music department, Wen Qiao could feel the helplessness of being coerced by the torrent of the times from the mouth of the old principal.

"Fortunately, your generation has begun to realize the beauty of folk music, and I am very pleased to see you children fighting for folk music."

Wen Qiao listened intently.

"It's just that there is still a long way to go if we want to re-accept folk music in society, like folk music, and let folk music have a place, so let's get through the difficulties together."

The frost fell on the branches, and although the old man was old, his eyes were sincere and bright, and Wen Qiao was deeply touched.

"Well, if we get through the difficulties together, it will definitely pass, and the quintessence of our country will definitely be carried forward again."

Bidding farewell to the old principal, Wen Qiao and the others returned to the dormitory.

After washing, I went to bed.

Lu Youyou and Chunxiao are two night owls, they like to hide in their own quilts at night and knock cp, and old Ford looks at the same people, and his smile is extremely obscene.

Wen Qiao closed his eyes and slept.

Fu Nanli will fly for more than ten hours, and he will not land until tomorrow morning.

When I woke up in the morning and swiped my phone, Fu Nanli sent a message over [Landing safely, I want to rest for a while. ]

[Well, get a good night's sleep]

After swiping Weibo, I saw that the first hot search was #Internet celebrity drying the cockpit of the aircraft#.

Because there is a captain's boyfriend, Wen Qiao is more sensitive to this kind of news, and immediately clicked into the hot search, this matter has fermented to the hot search, the photo of the Internet celebrity was posted on ins, the original po was deleted by her, but she couldn't stand the screenshot of the marketing account to help her spread, and now the whole network can see the pictures of the cockpit of the plane posted by the Internet celebrity.

The most important thing is that according to the brightness of the dial and the closure of various switches, professionals analyzed that when the Internet celebrity took this photo, the plane was in air flight mode.

A picture of the whole network vibrates.

This captain is playing with the hundreds of lives on the plane.

Soon began to make human flesh, and Wen Qiao followed up with this melon throughout the process.

Netizens are omnipotent, and soon found out the name of this Internet celebrity, and also found out that her boyfriend is called Luo Hui, the captain of Dongchuan Airlines Haicheng to Munich.

Wen Qiao's eyes widened suddenly, Haicheng flew to Munich, that is, the captain Luo who took Fu Nanli's class, he actually took his girlfriend to the cockpit for personal gain, not only that, but also let her sit in the driver's seat and pose for photos when the plane was flying.

Crazy!

Take so many lives as a child's play!

The princes of the ancient beacon theater are nothing more than that.

Wen Qiao was a little worried, and sent a message to Fu Nanli [Luo Hui's matter, will it affect you? ]

At this time, it was already noon, Haicheng was six hours faster than Helsinki, and it was still morning, Fu Nanli was the kind of person who could refresh himself after sleeping for three or five hours, and he woke up as soon as the mobile phone on the bedside table rang.

Seeing Luo Hui's words, he was a little confused.

[What's the matter?] ]

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