The sweet smell of citrus

"Nonsense, it's not your problem at all—"

After she refuted, she looked up and saw Song Yi's smiling face.

"You also know that it's not my problem, so you should also know that it's not your problem." Song Yi patted Cheng Jialan's head, "If the show can be done in one go, it doesn't take time to prepare."

"Originally, it was a bit difficult to combine music and dance. We are only on the first day, and we can already dance a short section together. We have done a good job."

"Really, really?"

Song Yi nodded, "Just like you did poorly in the exam, I won't insist that you did well in the exam. You play the piano really well. It's just that we didn't cooperate enough and lacked a tacit understanding."

"Practice more and you'll be fine."

"Then, let's practice a little longer after we finish eating?"

"Of course, the New Year's Eve party is not long."

Cheng Weiguo didn't know what the two girls were talking about alone in the corner, he only knew that his daughter was smiling when she came back after going out for a walk.

He couldn't help feeling sad again.

The son can't help his father.

After solving the problem in their hearts, Cheng Jialan and Song Yi both ate faster. After eating, they were not in good health after eating and dancing, so Cheng Jialan took Song Yi upstairs to rest.

Take a nap like this, it's almost two o'clock.

For the sustainable development of the show, they can go on stage on time and reach No.1. Song Yi and Cheng Jialan made a small plan together. There are still three weeks left before the stage performance, about three weekends, that is, three days.

I don’t go to evening self-study on Saturdays, and I also come to practice in the evening, and there are a few hours.

Then at noon, Song Yi said that he could borrow the piano room, Lingling finally figured it out, and he still had plenty of time.

But the weekend training is the big head, so you have to come here.

In the afternoon, Cheng Jialan and Song Yi, who were full of confidence, began to dance together.

Probably because of Song Yi's explanation, Cheng Jialan was much more relaxed than in the morning. Her foundation is not bad, and after she is not nervous, she has a much better grasp of the piano music.

Everything is going smooth.

The prelude to the beginning, and the prelude after the prelude—

Both Song Yi and Cheng Jialan get along so well that Cheng Jialan even pays attention to watching Song Yi dance.

Turning up and down, waist and limbs are soft, how can the monitor be so good at it.

We were fascinated together, and the time passed quickly.

After practicing all afternoon, the air conditioner was turned on in the training room, and Song Yi inevitably broke out in sweat.

"Squad leader, why don't you go back after taking a shower with me!"

In such a cold day, Cheng Jialan was afraid that Song Yi would catch a cold if he went out like this.

Song Yi put on his coat and shook his head: "No, it's time, I'll just go back and take a shower."

"Besides, you don't have my clothes here."

"It's okay, you can wear mine first." Cheng Jialan stood beside Song Yi and compared, "If it's casual clothes, the size difference shouldn't be too big."

Wrong is right, but, just feel a little strange.

Song Yi refused with a full face.

Cheng Jialan was used to being a little princess, so as soon as the suggestion didn't work, she immediately changed it, "That's fine, but you really sweat a lot, and when the cold wind blows, you can easily get sick."

"If you think it's inconvenient to take a shower here, then I'll take you back!"

"This--"

"Squad leader won't even refuse this?" Cheng Jialan shook Song Yi's arm, "If you also refuse this, then monitor, you don't consider me a friend at all!"

This was a bit harsh, and Song Yi also felt that it was not good to reject Cheng Jialan's kindness again and again, so he agreed.

She jumped up and asked Uncle Chen to arrange a car.

The car feels really good on the road.

It was already dark outside the window, and the city under the neon lights was bustling and beautiful.

Passing by the public transportation stop sign, the crowd surged.

Song Yi thought, if Cheng Jialan hadn't come, she should have been among the crowd.

No, not necessarily.

After all, no one took this bus next to the villa area.

"Squad leader, what are you looking at?" Cheng Jialan noticed that Song Yi was lost in thought as soon as he got into the car.

"I didn't see anything." Song Yi shook his head and said softly, "I'm just thinking about when winter will pass."

"Push."

Cheng Jialan smiled and said, "I didn't expect you would think about this, monitor!"

"After a few years, winter will naturally pass!"

"Too."

Uncle Chen was driving the car in front, and he was amazed in his heart. He had been taking care of the young lady for a while. Although the young lady said that she was not the kind of rebellious child who was naturally rebellious, she was definitely not an easy-going child.

Changed to another school, but this classmate... got along very well with the young lady.

Cheng Jialan also felt very happy chatting with Song Yi.

It's just that the road is not long enough, and the squad leader's home will soon pass.

Opening the door, the freezing cold outside was in stark contrast to the warm air-conditioning in the car. Song Yi was almost chilled when he got out of the car. Cheng Jialan was not afraid of the cold, so he stuck his head out: "Squad leader, go back and take a shower!"

"Keep warm and drink ginger tea tomorrow!"

"Okay, you should go back quickly, it's late."

"En!"

"Uncle Chen, turn on the lights of the car, there is snow outside." After finishing speaking, she shouted out the window again: "Squad leader, be careful, be careful not to slip!"