Chapter 142: A Blade Full of Malice (2)
Even though it was very painful, Wen Niannian didn't stop, the smile on the corner of his mouth was still so confident, but his hand had been scratched in the first half of this peace, and she knew that she needed faster hand speed in the second half, and she used all her courage to quickly prepare for it.
She told herself over and over again in her heart, Wen Niannian, you must not let people take advantage of it, Yu Moqin is offstage, and the person who accompanies you to practice the piano and help you solve the dress problem is watching from the audience, you can't be embarrassed, you can't give up, even if it hurts, you can't live up to anyone's painstaking help to you.
Yes, she will never let anyone down, but she is also secretly determined never to let go of those who hurt her!
The lights in the audience were dim, and everyone's eyes couldn't fall on the piano keys, but all this couldn't be hidden from Yu Moqin's eyes, he just casually raised his eyes and happened to catch a glimpse of the bright red on Wen Niannian's fingers.
The red was like a dazzling flower stamen, kicking the cold and cold air noisily noisily at Yu Moqin's sight, and the tendons between his forehead suddenly burst out, and the anger under his eyes was burning with arrogance.
Did Wen Niannian come to the stage without brains? I can still laugh when my hands are like that!
He was even more breathless than Wen Niannian, but if he hadn't understood Wen Niannian's stubbornness, he wouldn't have let her continue to perform at this time.
"Mu Tian, immediately go and adjust the backstage monitoring for me, see who has touched the piano before the performance starts, as long as all the people who have been in contact with the piano are brought to me!" After enduring his anger and confessing to Mu Tian, Yu Moqin got up in front of the hundreds of students present and strode towards the backstage.
At this time, everyone saw Yu Moqin and rushed towards the backstage angrily, including Yu Yirong, who had been standing at the end.
He was enjoying Wen Niannian's piano sound, but suddenly he saw Yu Moqin being so impatient, this was not his son's style, so he couldn't help but worry that something was wrong.
"Follow up behind Mochin and see what's going on." He said to the attendant who followed him, and the attendant followed.
The four most difficult minutes on stage for Wen Niannian finally ended, and her little face with makeup was already bloodless at this time.
But fortunately, she found it early, and she consciously avoided the position where the hook popped out in the later playing, so as not to aggravate the injury on her hand.
After going down to the backstage, the piano was also pushed down by the classmates, and Wen Niannian stood between the noisy staff and slowly raised his trembling hands.
The blood marks on the tips of her fingers were so shocking that she couldn't figure out who could do such a cruel thing to herself.
"What's going on!" Yu Moqin strode towards Wen Niannian, and when he came to her, he grabbed her right hand.
Although Wen Niannian had tried his best to avoid aggravation later, the wound was still beading with blood beads outside, and if you looked closely, you could even see the terrifying valgus of the wound.
Because the speed of being dragged up by Yu Moqin was a bit fast, even if the wind brought by the homeopathic situation gently soothed the injury, Wen Niannian couldn't help but gasp.
"Wen Niannian, don't you have a long brain, why don't you stop when you're injured!" Yu Moqin pulled Wen Niannian in front of him, and every nerve he had now was telling others how angry he was.
"Don't be like this, my hand hurts......" Wen Niannian, who was so hurt that he was weak, was pulled by him like this, and stumbled and almost didn't stand firm.
Yu Moqin couldn't stand her soft-voiced and weak appearance, his irritable heart softened, and he treated Wen Niannian a lot softer, "You also know that it hurts?" Why didn't you stop sooner when you knew it hurt? ”