When the villain does not follow the script to die

In the temporary lounge, Teng Shuyue looked helplessly at Teacher Qian, with distressed eyes, and the unstoppable air-conditioning made her close her suit again, and the constant smell from her nostrils made her say nothing at all. No word of rejection.

"You should be careful, Professor Wei will definitely blame me for not taking good care of you when you go back."

Teng Shuyue took her wrist and looked carefully, "Did you bring this plaster yourself? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

"It's really not necessary. To be honest, it's an old problem. I've been practicing this for many years. How can I not leave any old injuries? I just subconsciously blocked it with my wrist before I fell, otherwise I wouldn't have contusions."

Teacher Qian rubbed his wrists twice, and asked to relax a bit, "Don't tell Lao Wei, that person is getting older and has started to talk. He can't control his own students, and he wants to dominate me all day long!"

"The College of Agriculture is relatively hard. Professor Wei is still working in the fields all year round. It is indeed very hard."

Both Professor Wei and Mr. Qian are respected old professors. Mr. Qian has devoted himself to the development and promotion of folk music education over the years, while his husband, Professor Wei, has been working in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences and also takes care of the students of the Academy of Agriculture. He seems to be gentle and approachable. , but as long as it comes to what he has learned in his major, he is a very stubborn old man.

In recent years, Teng Shuyue visited their house during festivals and met several times. The orchid mentioned before was also a gift from Professor Wei. It was a precious variety he cultivated, but she liked it. Not enough, the bluegrass was sent back before it bloomed, and it was a waste to put it here.

The couple originally had a child, but they passed away in an accident after being sent abroad to study, and they never wanted it again. The old couple comforted each other and supported each other for half of their lives. They both knew each other's lifelong pursuit, so naturally is fully supported.

"Professor Wei loves you too." Teng Shuyue squeezed his tense and stiff fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Since you trust me, I will have to go on stage and make a fool of myself."

"You're fine, you have this talent, and I trust you very much." Teacher Qian patted her wrist in relief.

The corners of Teng Shuyue's lips were slightly raised, as if to give her affirmation, but in fact, she was still a little nervous, but she couldn't help being nervous at the moment, and there were only 10 minutes left before the stage.

Eisen handed her a small mirror and asked her to adjust her makeup, while Teacher Qian told her about the subtle problems of paying attention to rhythm.The two have been together for many years, and their cooperation can be regarded as a tacit understanding. Teng Shuyue doesn't think that Teacher Qian is too nagging and worrying, on the contrary, he feels that Teacher Qian pays more attention to her.

Before going on stage, Eisen led the people to arrange the guzheng stand and the guzheng, moved the chairs and put them down, turned around and said to Teng Shuyue: "It's okay, they don't understand, as long as you keep a cold face, they will tell you." Praise!"

Teng Shuyue couldn't help laughing, "There are still Chinese people."

"That's okay, anyway, you play very well!"

Teng Shuyue said in his heart that I am grateful for the confidence of the fan, anyway, it relieved her a lot of tension, and the only anxiety in her heart also decreased a little.

Returning to the center of the stage, facing the lights that turned from dark to bright, her heart was beating, which made her a little excited.

It's obviously not a big stage, but she seems to have regained her own life at this moment, she got rid of the original shackles and shackles, and stayed away from the coercion of her at the original level, allowing her to regain her own at this moment. I started a new life, full of comfort, chic and elegant.

The phoenix red cheongsam painted with golden lines, the phoenix covering half of the back soars into the sky, the elegant figure sits slowly in front of the guzheng under the illumination of the light, the slender and white neck is like an elegant white swan, and the skin is delicate As if through the light and the stage, she could see the tiny fluff under the golden light. She seemed a little nervous, and bit her lip unconsciously, which made her a bit more frank and cute.

The tortoiseshell armor was wrapped up, and I had checked it countless times before going on stage. Teng Shuyue gently raised his wrist and put it on the string of the zither, adjusted his posture carefully, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

With the sound of "Zheng", the sound of the strings appeared for the first time, as if suddenly returning to the ancient battlefield, swords, lights, swords and shadows flew away, and with the priority of the movements, the skilled fingers fiddled with the guzheng, and the seemingly murderous aura gradually filled the entire venue.

Until the whole piece was played, she still hadn't recovered herself, and she was about to step off the stage holding the guzheng. At this time, the organizer on the stage smiled and made a few remarks, and the people in the audience kept shouting and shouting. applause.

This one spoke Italian, and Teng Shuyue could barely understand it, but her expression seemed to be full of kindness. She bowed again and walked off the stage. There was thunderous applause behind her, and her steps were sonorous without any hesitation. !
After passing behind the curtain, Eisen and Teacher Qian embraced her, and Eisen even gave her a big hug, shouting loudly: "bravo! You are my goddess! God must not know that you are on stage How beautiful! Everyone's eyes can't wait to grow on you!"

Teacher Qian also patted her arm, and said with relief, "Fortunately, I haven't forgotten all of this every year."

Teng Shuyue was a little shy, Teacher Qian smiled and said, "Today's performance is very good, not much worse than those of me who have studied the classics for more than ten years."

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, you are breaking me."

When the performance was over, their task was successfully completed. Teng Shuyue was worried about returning the clothes early, and was not interested in other things at the venue, so she didn't even know that domestic Weibo had already caused an uproar.

Zhao Zihe sat on the sofa and ate the melon fed by Xiao Xianrou, while eating the melon leisurely on Weibo, her fingers kept cruising slowly on the opponent's abdominal muscles, and gradually the man's shortness of breath and movements tightened. Will pat his hand and tell him to hold on.

"I didn't expect that, we Teng Fairy are not ordinary people, but we were directly admitted to the No.1 Music High School!" Zhao Zihe twitched a sarcastic smile and turned off Weibo.

But Xiao Xianrou next to him obviously wanted to find something to divert his attention, so he took the initiative to ask, "Ah Zi, is there any trend on Weibo?"

Zhao Zihe glanced at him lightly, "Why, are you also interested in music?"

Xiao Xianrou scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I major in Erhu from the Conservatory of Music."

Zhao Zihe sat up suddenly, surprised: "What!? You also study music?"

Xiao Xianrou explained with a little embarrassment: "I'm afraid you will dislike me as a student of folk music, and you won't like me."

"How can it be? I have always been full of respect for you artists. If it weren't for my own lack of talent, I might have filled the entire folk music department with little brothers."

The second half of the sentence is Zhao Zihe's muttering to himself, which seems to contain some indescribable regret?