"Actually, I was afraid that these two sets would not work, so I made another set, but it was an ancient costume, and they said it was inconvenient to dance. Hey, here," Xia Jiuchao opened the cabinet, took out a set of lake blue costumes, and smiled at Tang Song, "Don't you try?" In the past, you looked good in Hanfu. ”

"Nope." Tang Song blushed, as if he had been turned into black history, hurriedly changed his clothes, and carefully handed them back to Xia Jiuchao.

Although Xia Jiuchao was still unsatisfied, he also changed back to casual clothes and hung the two sets of cos clothes back on the shelf, his movements were so gentle that he seemed to be holding up a bird with injured wings.

Tang Song is still an idler who has nothing to do with her, Xia Jiuchao is still busy revising and beautifying her works, and everyone else is busy with their own things, and it is indeed a salted fish in Tang and Song. But her mind was not very idle, she was constantly thinking about one thing, about debunking Yuan Qing. Originally, she didn't want to, but she had to do it, not only so that she could let go completely, but also so that he could stop bothering herself.

"Confess to him after New Year's Day," Tang Song thought, "don't go any further, it's not worth it, no one is a fool." ”

In this way, New Year's Day has no hope for the Tang and Song dynasties.

Although some people are reluctant, but time is like this, it is useless if you are unwilling, it will still slip away, and then you will have to face everything you don't want to face. That's how the New Year's Day party arrived.

Despite calling it an evening party, the opening ceremony began in the afternoon. Tang and Song arrived at the venue early, looking at the members of the student union and the students who volunteered to do chores, sure enough, there could be no "Yuan Ming". And even if there were, what if there were? He is not Yuan Ming, and the real Yuan Ming has long been missing.

She saw Han Yanchu, that goddess-like figure couldn't hide the light wherever she went, her hair was loosely coiled, and she would direct a few boys to move things, and then help a few girls put out those balloons and fake flowers and other small decorations.

Someone had already come in early, and Tang Song found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, and by the way, he occupied an extra vacant seat. She looked at Han Yanchu and sighed: "Sure enough, only Senior Sister Han is the real busy person......

People came one after another, and when there were still twenty minutes before the start, they were basically there, and everyone with the show went backstage to prepare, and Han Yanchu had already changed his clothes, occasionally revealing his delicate hair braids and gentle eyebrows and eyes, and glanced at the audience.

Time's up.

Han Yanchu and another handsome boy walked out of behind the scenes, still the same old way, no different from the party in Tang and Song Dynasty junior high school, it was the same whether they watched it or not. Xia Jiuchao came out of the backstage sweating profusely, and it seemed that he didn't need her anymore.

She found Tang Song to sit down, and after taking a breath, she also looked at the two people on the stage. Suddenly, she poked Tang Song, leaned close to her ear and said, "Let me tell you, in fact, the male host was originally set to be Senior Yuanming, but he happened to have something to do, so he changed." It's right to think about it, he's so busy, and I heard that he has a cold, so it's not easy for you to see it. After speaking, she glanced at Tang Song meaningfully, but Tang Song was expressionless, and there was only one "oh".

"This reaction, something is wrong......" Xia Jiuchao always felt that something was going to happen, but he still didn't ask.