I saw Zhou Xiaoyi sitting under the tree, his arms holding his legs, his face buried in his arms, and his shoulders twitching slightly.

An Yunshan walked down.

When she came to Zhou Xiaoyi's back, she seemed to be aware of it, and hurriedly raised her head and wiped the tears on her face indiscriminately, before turning around.

Under the backlight, Zhou Xiaoyi turned his head and saw the thin and tall An Yunshan standing behind him.

I don't know why, this figure made her feel very touched, and the grievances in her heart were like a river bursting its embankment, gushing out with a bang.

An Yunshan was also stunned, she has no experience in coaxing people, what should I do if a girl cries?

She stood there dumbfounded, looking down at Zhou Xiaoyi whimpering there, a little at a loss for the first time.

She remembered that when her parents were still alive, her mother would gently stroke her head, and it felt warm and safe at that time.

Seeing Zhou Xiaoyi's sadness crying, An Yunshan hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and gently landed on top of her head.

"Don't cry."

She will not comfort people, she will only say such a sentence dryly.

Zhou Xiaoyi didn't know why he was crying in front of An Yunshan, obviously he didn't want him to see him look so embarrassed, but he was extremely aggrieved in his heart.

Until the hand landed on the top of his head, the temperature was transmitted, and Zhou Xiaoyi's heart was warm.

The hoarse voice, although it was just a simple comfort, made the grievances in her heart begin to recede like a tide.

Seeing her stop her tears, An Yunshan withdrew her hand and asked, "What happened?" ”

Zhou Xiaoyi lowered her head, blushing and feeling a little embarrassed.

An Yunshan was not in a hurry, just stood there so quietly, her legs were slender and straight, she was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for Zhou Xiaoyi to adjust her emotions.

After a while, Zhou Xiaoyi stood up, patted her body, hung her head slightly, sighed softly, and said, "We have a cooperative performance tomorrow night, and now she is sick." ”

She was referring to Wen Shanshan.

Her face was full of disappointment.

An Yunshan tilted his head, if he was sick, there was no way, what was there to be disappointed about.

Zhou Xiaoyi probably knew her doubts, and said without waiting for her to ask: "Although this time is a condolence performance, there is an evaluation of me, and this evaluation will become an assessment for me to perform on the big stage in the future." ”

Zhou Xiaoyi didn't say what the big stage was, and An Yunshan didn't understand it, but since this is the case, it is normal for her to be disappointed.

This assessment is very important to Zhou Xiaoyi, she has been preparing for a long time, Wen Shanshan fell ill at this time, and she immediately had no partner.

She and Wen Shanshan play and sing one by one, Wen Shanshan's singing skills are very unique, and it is difficult to find someone with her kind of timbre to partner with Zhou Xiaoyi in a short period of time.

And this assessment must be cooperated by people of comparable strength, because the originally prepared program is accompaniment.

If there is no one to sing with the accompaniment, what is it called?

Zhou Xiaoyi explained the situation briefly and sighed softly, this is the most important assessment, if there is no way to carry out it normally this time, it is impossible for her to have a chance to go out.

As a literary soldier, what could be more sad than this!

Zhou Xiaoyi knew that An Yunshan couldn't help, so he just confided in it, so that he felt more comfortable.

"Is there no other way?" An Yunshan asked.

Zhou Xiaoyi shook her head, she originally loved to laugh, but now she has no smile at all.

"Unless you can find someone with a special tone."