But Huo Yichen's appearance was obviously unexpected by Feng Xinyao.

"......" Feng Xinyao turned to leave, and her beautiful makeup with a poor face couldn't hold it.

She was originally ready to perform a piano solo instead of Murong Qiao, and even thought about volunteering later, but all this was strangled in the cradle by Murong Qiao.

As a result, Huo Yichen came in halfway, completely disrupting her plan, and Feng Xinyao's mind became a mess.

She sat in front of her dressing table, her irritability lingering in her heart for a long time.

In order to take care of Murong Qiao, and was also afraid that someone with a heart would do it again, the president did not let her stay in the backstage hall, but divided an empty room for her.

At this moment, Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao were sitting in the backstage room, and Huo Yichen was carefully giving Murong Qiao medicine.

"How do you see that your expression hurts more than mine." Murong Qiao couldn't help but laugh.

She looked at Huo Yichen's expression as if she was facing a great enemy, and carefully medicated herself with a force that was so light that she couldn't even detect it, and she couldn't hold back her laughter.

The furrows between Huo Yichen's eyebrows didn't go down after seeing Murong Qiao's injuries.

Lowering his head, lest Murong Qiao see the dim light in his eyes, there was a dark tide surging in his heart, staring at the wound on Murong Qiao's hand and caring very much.

When he knew about the injury, Murong Qiao had just come out of the school infirmary to finish bandaging the wound, although looking at her smiling face gave people a feeling that there was no big problem, but Huo Yichen was particularly concerned.

"I'll find out about it." He said suddenly.

Huo Yichen's tone was heavy and serious, and Murong Qiao could feel the persistence implied in it even if he didn't see the light in his eyes.

There is a great possibility that this matter is artificial, especially at this critical time, if he didn't know how to play the piano, it was hard to imagine what kind of situation Murong Qiao would face this time.

He was reluctant to let Murong Qiao suffer a little injury, even if it was broken, he would frown, and at this time, he saw the large and small scratches on her hands, as if those wounds had scratched his body.

Murong Qiao looked down at him, smiled and nodded, "Okay, big hero, listen to you." ”

Her voice was soft, with a little connivance and dependence, as if she had entrusted her whole heart to Huo Yichen, which made him relax his expression.

He carefully applied a layer of medicine with a cotton swab, and his mind tensed, for fear that he would hurt Murong Qiao if he didn't pay attention to it.

Listening to Murong Qiao's soft voice, he sighed softly, "I'm just blaming myself." ”

Blaming himself for not being able to stop this blow by her side when she was in danger.

Murong Qiao wanted to say that he was so squeamish, but when he saw the serious emotion in Huo Yichen's eyes, the words in his mouth suddenly became dumb, and there was a sweet warmth in his heart, as if he could really relieve pain, and his hands no longer hurt.

"But you've already helped me." Murong Qiao whispered.

She was already thinking about other ways to deal with it, and Huo Yichen's appearance was like a long drought and nectar, which solved her urgent need.

Originally, playing the piano was a problem that she couldn't solve, but with Huo Yichen's joining, Murong Qiao could be responsible for the secondary part, which greatly reduced the difficulty, and even if his hand was injured, he could play it smoothly and fluently.

Huo Yichen carefully wrapped the new bandage around her hand, this medicine can be regarded as having a bit of a cold and analgesic effect, and it can also make Murong Qiao suffer less when he comes to power later.

He got up and packed up his things, and saw Murong Qiao's face flushed.

Murong Qiao glanced at the schoolbag next to her, she was about to change her clothes. "You turn around."

"Okay." Huo Yichen obediently followed her words and turned his head.

Fortunately, Huida is fully equipped, and the room is also equipped with a separate bathroom, and after Murong Qiao finished speaking, he took his schoolbag to the bathroom to change.

But in the end, the zipper part was difficult, her hands were injured, and it was not easy to wear a dress, and the zipper designed on the back made it impossible for Murong Qiao to complete it alone.

She tried in front of the mirror a few times, but she couldn't touch it again without wanting to touch the injury.

Helpless, Murong Qiao could only call Huo Yichen.

"You, can you help me zip it up......" She was still a little embarrassed to take the initiative to say this.

The heat on Murong Qiao's face didn't seem to have gone down since just now, and the crimson color became a regular visitor, stationed on this porcelain-white soft skin.

Although the voice was small, there were only two people in the room, and Huo Yichen could hear it clearly.

He got up and went to the bathroom, and saw a snow-white intrusion into his field of vision, which was even more eye-catching under the light overhead.

Set the fox to keep the geese.

For a moment, Huo Yichen felt that he was the wolf, able to devour this soft and harmless little white rabbit.

"Huh?" Feeling that the person behind him was slow to move, Murong Qiao made a questioning voice.

Huo Yichen was rarely stunned, and was recalled by her voice, "Pull to the top?" ”

He couldn't help but cough lightly as he spoke, as if he was hiding his reaction just now, and his gaze only stayed on Murong Qiao for a moment before staggering, as if he didn't dare to stay for another second.

"Alright." Huo Yichen pulled the zipper to the top, and it was tightly exposed below the neck.

He was really afraid that if he looked at it more, he would delay the performance time.

Murong Qiao didn't notice Huo Yichen's rich inner activities just now, she turned her back to the mirror and looked at the dress and felt relieved.

The deafening sound outside can be faintly heard in the room, representing the beginning of the welcome party.

Murong Qiao carefully put on his white gloves, "This is the first time I've played the piano with someone else." ”

She looked at Huo Yichen, her eyes curved slightly, and the fine light in it seemed to be smiling, which made people unconsciously relaxed.

"My pleasure." Huo Yichen also chuckled.

He sat next to Murong Qiao, holding the non-existent "hat" on his head and making a gentlemanly salute.

The two didn't say a few words when someone knocked on the door to inform them that they were ready to go on stage.

The last show just ended when the two of them went behind the scenes, and Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen glanced at each other.

She stretched out her hand and put it between Huo Yichen's arms, and the two of them walked towards the stage together.

"Next, I invite Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen to bring the piano ensemble, "Dream of Love".

As the host's voice fell, the lights went out.

Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao sat on the piano bench, the distance between each other was a little closer, and the weak light came down from overhead, dividing a small world with only two people on one side.

The melody sounded, with the deep affection and tactfulness of the performer, and the artistic conception adapted from the poet was fully revealed in front of everyone.

Huo Yichen played the main key, touching the keys with his fingertips to create a thick and contented timbre, and the melody that was steadily advancing seemed to be paved with affection, which was strangely integrated with Murong Qiao's melody.

It's obviously the first time to cooperate, but the movements of the two people are surprisingly tacit, and they don't even need a look and a movement to know each other's rhythm.

The compactness of the rhythm and the coordination of the low voice chords are completely unfaulted, and as Huo Yichen gradually moves towards the climax of the melody, Murong Qiao also follows, emitting a mellow and bright rhythm, putting a large number of eighth chords together to form a rich sound.

A magnificent and gorgeous spiritual world that people can't take their eyes off seems to have a real scene in the performance of the two at this moment, slowly showing in front of everyone.

Warm emotions poured out, and then turned to fullness and richness, and came to an end.

The end of the song.

Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen stopped together and got up to salute. "Thank you."

It wasn't until they finished speaking that the audience slowly came back to their senses and erupted in thunderous applause.

This song should be the best show of the night.

(End of chapter)