time has waited for me

Ai Qingying was very pleasantly surprised.

It was a pleasant surprise that there happened to be a person who could play the guzheng by my side, and a more pleasant surprise was that this person turned out to be Jing Xian.

I don't know how many surprises there are in Jing Xian?

He really picked the right difficulty.

Ai Qingying was pleasantly surprised, but his teammates were frightened.

The guzheng is not like the guitar. People who don’t know music theory can learn it for a week without learning chords, and they can play a piece of "Romance De Amor". Without the primary stage of learning chords, it is undoubtedly very difficult to really play well.

Guzheng is difficult from beginning to end.

Their music style is mainly rock and roll, and it is even more difficult to integrate it well. The requirements for skills and even performance experience are very high.

Teacher Liu has played the piano for many years, and was introduced by a friend. They have watched the playing video and listened to the audio, so they feel at ease.

As for Jing Xian, they don't know anything, and they don't look like people who often play the piano.

However, Ai Qingying believed in Jing Xian enough. He felt that since Jing Xian could say it, it meant that he was quite sure. Jing Xian was such a person. Continue to contact those people, ignore me, I'm too lazy to talk to them!"

The assistant hesitated: "Don't do it first."

"That's it!" Ai Qingying made a final decision, and looked at Jing Xian, "Anyway, we have Jing Xian!"

His teammates were full of helplessness, and Jing Xian could see it. He knew that everyone was worried about him, and he could understand it as a human being.But he was also instinctively a little unhappy. Since he was a child, no one had ever doubted him.

Looking at Ai Qingying's stupid look again, his displeasure disappeared.

At any rate, the heart left behind has not been wasted.

No matter how frightened the teammates were, when it was time to board the plane, everyone got on the plane one after another, and with all kinds of worries, the plane flew them into the clouds.

Ai Qingying gave Jing Xian an mp3, which contained their songs.

In this day and age, very few people use mp3 to listen to music. Jing Xian held it in his hand, and Ai Qingying gave him earphones. It is said that they were specially customized, so all his money was spent on these things?Jing Xian refused out of cleanliness and put on his own earphones.

Ai Qingying also gave him the scores of those songs. During the more than two hours of flight, Jing Xian didn't sleep, and kept leaning against the window to read the scores carefully and listen to the songs on the mp3.

During the flight, one of Ai Qingying's teammate came and whispered to Ai Qingying: "Cyan, do you really not think about it again? This Mr. Jing, we don't know anything, even you haven't heard his playing Zou, what should we do if something happens? It’s not that I don’t believe in him, but I’m worried about accidents. It’s rare for us to come to Urumqi, and no one wants to mess it up. I think we should continue to contact those teachers. A teacher has agreed to come to see it, what do you think?"

He thought that Jing Xian couldn't hear it with headphones on. When he said this, it happened to be between two songs. Jing Xian secretly turned down the volume. Hearing their conversation, he was very curious about how Ai Qingying would answer.

Ai Qingying said: "If Jing Xian is not completely sure, he will not easily say that he 'will'."

"But--"

"No need, we will go to rehearsal as soon as we get off the plane, and everyone will know by then."

The man sighed and returned to his seat.

Jing Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, stopped looking at the score, closed his eyes and continued listening to Qing Ying's song.

He likes it very much.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Urumqi Diwopu Airport.

Ai Qingying wanted to take Jing Xian to dinner first, Jing Xian didn't want him to be blamed or even angered by his teammates, so he took the initiative: "Let's go to the rehearsal place first."

Sure enough, everyone looked at him, Ai Qingying said: "The performance in Urumqi is five days later, don't worry, after dinner, we will explain it to you carefully when we go back."

"It's okay, I've seen enough, I can play directly."

Everyone showed doubts or doubts, so fast?

Ai Qingying looked at him with a smile, without distrust, she just said, "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry. I'll try it first. See if it works. If it's ok, we'll go eat again."

Hearing the word "we", Ai Qingying was very happy. This was the first time that Jing Xian showed a sense of intimacy. He looked at his teammates, who nodded fiercely, wishing for it. If he couldn't play, he could hurry up. Substitution!

They went straight from the airport to the bar where the show was going.

There was no one in the bar during the day, and the person in charge led them in and left, leaving the place for them.

The guzheng had already been prepared, and before Ai Qingying could say a few words, Jing Xian stepped forward, sat down behind the piano table, picked up the tortoiseshell armor on the table, and began to wrap it around his fingers slowly. Interesting?If you are not very good at playing, you will not be so proficient.

Ai Qingying crossed her arms and stared at Jing Xian with heavy eyes.

Until Jing Xian wrapped up the armor, he plucked the strings a few times, and then began to twist here and there, and everyone looked at each other again, Link asked, "This is it?"

"Tuning, audition."

Everyone secretly said "Oh", these people just eat this kind of food, they don't need assistive devices for tuning, but Jing Xian can do it, is it really awesome, or is it arrogant?Or bluff?

Before they could figure it out, Jing Xian suddenly started playing, and they were all taken aback while chatting, and looked up at Jing Xian.

They re-arranged a total of five songs this time, three of which mainly used guzheng, and one of the three songs was pure music, and this was the song that used guzheng the most.The other two songs have singing voices. If you really don’t play very well, you can cover it anyway. This one is the most test of piano skills, and the beginning is a rather long guzheng solo.

What Jing Xian played was this solo, and their stupefied wasn't just for a moment, because Jing Xian didn't just play for a few seconds, he kept playing for a short section.As for the sound of his piano, you can tell from the fact that they haven't come back to their senses all the time.

The solo is almost over, and they haven't recovered yet.

Ai Qingying took out her guitar from her bag with a smile, sat down at the table opposite Jing Xian, and began to cooperate with him.

When it came to the part where the scene played strings, he picked it up perfectly. No matter how fast or slow, he never panicked. He even manually adjusted the pitch halfway through, and raised the pitch to match Ai Qingying's guitar sound. When the song was over, everyone still hadn't come to their senses, only felt the lingering sound.

Jing Xian put his hands on the strings, looked up at his teammates, said nothing, but his eyes were smiling, and there was some deep self-satisfaction.

Link was the first to come back to his senses, and stepped forward with cupped fists: "Awesome! Great God!!"

Others came back to their senses one after another, rushed forward, and asked, "Jing Xian, what do you do? You must be in the music industry, right?", "Come to our band! Our boss spent a lot of money to hire it!", "Play again Play the other two songs!", "Do you know the Yangqin, Mr. Jing? I think there is a song that is especially suitable for Yangqin! It's hard to find people"...

Ai Qingying was still sitting on the table, kicking those people's buttocks: "It's almost done!"

They still asked Jing Xian, and Ai Qingying hit their heads with the guitar: "Go eat!!"

Everyone was thinking about the rehearsal, and they didn't eat a big meal. They ate a big plate of chicken, and everyone went back to rest and start rehearsing.From this day on, for several days, Jing Xian rehearsed with everyone, but he really couldn't be a night owl, couldn't stay up at night, so he went back to the hotel early to sleep.

Everyone was very relieved of him at the moment. Once he felt that he almost felt it, and he didn't return until ten o'clock, but he was urged to go back.

Tomorrow is the day of the official performance, and everyone started to worry about Jing Xian again.

It's one thing to play well, but quite another to perform.

Especially these small underground bands, they are not performing in those stadiums with tens of thousands of people, most of the audience is more crazy, many boys are happy to hear it and like to take off their clothes, they are afraid that Jing Xian has no performance experience and will be nervous when the time comes, Jing Xian is handsome and dignified, a decent person, he should have never seen such a scene.It's just this worry, and it's not good to ask Jing Xian face to face, for fear that Jing Xian will become more nervous after hearing it.

Ai Qingying has also considered this issue, and he is also afraid that Jing Xian will be nervous due to lack of experience.

The reason why he was afraid that he was nervous was not because he was worried that Jing Xian would mess up their performance, but he simply didn't want to make Jing Xian so nervous. Performance is a happy thing and should be enjoyed.

He thought for a while, and knocked on Jing Xian's door.

Jing Xian was in the room picking clothes for tomorrow's performance. He participated in competitions when he was a child, and also participated in activities in kindergarten and elementary school.Because he is still young, his parents are still very supportive. Every time he performs, his mother will carefully help him choose clothes and will always be with him.

After the age of ten, all this stopped, because his father was afraid that he would lose his mind by playing with things, so he could only play occasionally to please himself.

He actually likes those stages very much, likes the audience, and misses them very much.He was very happy to finally have the opportunity to perform on stage again. Although he couldn't see it on the surface, he wanted to treat this stage after many years with the best attitude.

In the past few days, he spent all day with the band and rehearsed. He had a very happy time and never thought about committing suicide.

Hearing the knock on the door, knowing it was Ai Qingying, he immediately got up and went to open the door.

Ai Qingying leaned against the door and asked him with a smile, "Going out to watch a movie?"

Jing Xian was slightly taken aback: "Watching a movie?"

"I've been busy rehearsing for the past few days. I promised to take you to play, but I didn't find time. I'm free in the afternoon. Shall I go?"

Jing Xian didn't really want to go, he had to choose clothes carefully.

Ai Qingying leaned her face against the door frame again, coquettishly innocently: "I want to see, go, go, no one wants to accompany me, go, go, okay..."

"...I don't want to accompany you either!" Jing Xian stretched out his hand to close the door.

"I'm the only one left." Ai Qingying hurriedly stretched out her hand to block the door, "How about it?"

Jing Xian couldn't put it into words: "You really want to talk like that?"

"Hahaha!" Ai Qingying laughed, and then returned to normal, "Go? I heard that there are a few good movies recently. We can also eat fried rice noodles after watching the movie. Have you ever eaten? I'm in Shanghai I’ve tried it, it’s said that it’s not authentic, but I already think it’s delicious, authentic fried rice noodles, aren’t you curious?”

Jing Xian had never eaten, and he was not curious, but he still went out with Ai Qingying.

As for the reason?

He didn't know, maybe because of this line of work, he was really happy.Or maybe it was because Ai Qingying, who was leaning against the door frame and acting pitifully and coquettishly, was indeed very cute even though she couldn't describe it in words.

They took a taxi directly to the cinema. It was the People's Cinema in Urumqi. It was not like the shiny new cinemas today. This one was an old cinema in the area. It didn't even have an elevator, and they had to go up by spiral stairs.

Jing Xian likes it very much. Only when he goes to a new city, which is such a relatively old building, can he see the traces of the city's past. He loves to follow the old.

Ai Qingying guessed that he would like it. Anyone who likes to study cultural relics should like such things. He picked the place specially, and he guessed it right.

He smiled and looked at Jing Xian with stretched eyebrows, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

It's the National Day schedule, and there are quite a lot of new movies. Compared with dynamic movies and TV dramas, Jing Xian prefers books and music, which are static carriers that can diverge thoughts and fantasies as much as possible.

He is not picky: "You decide, I am free."

Ai Qingying saw that he really didn't care, so he pointed to a big animation movie imported from Japan: "How about this?"

Jing Xian doesn't like anime very much, he pointed to the one next to this poster: "This one."

On the poster is the well-known actress Fu Zhenzhen, dressed for the Republic of China.

He likes Fu Zhenzhen quite a lot, but of course it's not the love between men and women, nor the love of star fans.

Two years ago, Fu Zhenzhen's crew borrowed a place to film in the museum, but only borrowed a hall.Many colleagues went to watch, but he didn't know that he had just returned from a meeting in Xi'an. When he came to work, he saw a large group of people and thought it was some new activity.

He didn't take it seriously, and continued to walk to the hall he was going to find a colleague.

The hall is next to the filming room, and he has a work permit, so no one will stop him.Before he arrived, he heard the cry first, and he looked curiously. In the narrow alley between the two halls, there was a girl crying. She was a very beautiful girl with exquisite full makeup.At that time, he guessed that another crew came to borrow a place for filming.

The girl was crying and he was about to go in when another more beautiful woman came.

She handed a tissue to the girl: "Oh, just crying is enough. He scolded you for not acting well, so it's fine to show him how you acted. If you become popular, you will bully him later. !"

Her voice was soft, coquettish, arrogant, and relieved. The crying girl burst out laughing, took her tissue, wiped her tears and raised her head and cried, "Thank you, Really Miss."

She smiled and glanced at Jing Xian: "Look, crying secretly, I was seen by this handsome guy, shame on me."

The girls also took a look at Jing Xian. Jing Xian was very embarrassed, nodded at them, turned around and left immediately.

Later, he knew that that woman was Fu Zhenzhen.

Jing Xian doesn't follow stars, but there are quite a few classmates and colleagues who follow stars. He often hears them talking about entertainment gossip.During the few days when the crew was filming, everyone talked about Fu Zhenzhen the most, saying that she was a vase, that the awards she won were all from water, and that she talked with her throat all day long and pretended to be a girl.

Jing Xian thought of Fu Zhenzhen's words of consolation to the girl, but felt that she was a very nice person, and there was nothing he could do about her natural soft voice, just like he was born with a pair of dimples and looked small, there was nothing he could do about it.

If possible, he also hopes that he can look serious and mature.

He has never seen any of Fu Zhenzhen's works. He only knows that when she debuted, her first film was the heroine. The director and the team with three gold awards. He directly sat on the ground and flew up to the sky on a rocket, and has never come down from the altar so far.

Up to now, no one knows the specific information of Fu Zhenzhen, no one knows her hometown and age, no company and background, let alone her education background, and she has never heard of any friends and classmates she has.

Everyone said that Fu Zhenzhen's company packaged her, imitating Russia's Vitas, and following the mysterious route, but Fu Zhenzhen wanted to be more mysterious.

Who knows?

It has nothing to do with him.

He decided to watch Fu Zhenzhen's movie, but Ai Qingying's expression was strange: "Why?"

"I like her."

"...You actually like this." Ai Qingying's complexion became even weirder, and she asked again, "Don't you think she is too old?"

Jing Xian is not very happy, what is it to criticize a girl's age casually?The beauty of the soul is the most important thing, right?Besides, how old is Fu Zhenzhen?It seems that he should be 30 years old at most, and he is still so beautiful. He glanced at Ai Qingying displeased, and Ai Qingying raised her hand: "I'll go buy a ticket."

Ai Qingying bought the ticket and came back with a smile, but Jing Xian was still angry and took out her mobile phone: "Scan the QR code!"

"…………what?"

"AA!"

"... Just because I said Fu Zhenzhen is too old?"

"I'm leaving." Jing Xian turned to leave.

"Okay, okay! Scan, scan, scan! Why don't you just ask me to read it, are you happy now?" Ai Qingying quickly pulled out the QR code on her mobile phone and asked him to scan it.

After hearing this, Jing Xian raised his head and glared at him: "I won't invite you!"

"Pfft." Ai Qingying covered her mouth after laughing, "I didn't laugh."

Jing Xian bitterly lost 100, and paid for the fare together. Because she was too angry, she didn't even look at the other party's account name.In fact, this time, Ai Qingying used her mobile phone, her own WeChat, and the account name was also *Qingying, but Jing Xian didn't read it at all.Jing Xian turned around and checked the tickets before entering the arena. Ai Qingying smiled and shook his head, looking at Fu Zhenzhen on the poster, he shuddered, turned around to buy Coke and popcorn, and went in to find Jing Xian.

Although Jing Xian doesn't like watching movies, he has seen almost all famous movies and has basic appreciation skills.

He thinks that Fu Zhenzhen's acting skills are very good, but he can only say that no one is perfect, no matter how well he does, he will be scolded.It may be a little ridiculous, but also a little too unbelievable, but Jing Xian has indeed learned something from this distant female star, and he feels that he really should try to care less about the eyes of others.

It can be regarded as a commercial literary film. It has enough spiritual core and is also in line with the market. It is sad and joyful and resonates. The movie is very comfortable to watch.

Ai Qingying woke up halfway and went to the bathroom. The mobile phone was placed on the armrest. When a call came in, Jing Xian glanced at it. It was Link's call, and he couldn't help answering it. After Link hung up the phone, he sent another WeChat message asking Ai Qingying:

where is it?Why are you not in the room?

Shall we have dinner tonight?

Relax and relax, so that Jing Xian's mental state will be better.

Jing Xian looked thoughtfully, Ai Qingying had already returned, he looked away, Ai Qingying brought popcorn to his mouth as if offering a treasure, and whispered: "I've washed my hands!"

He glared and continued watching the movie in silence.

Ai Qingying laughed muffledly, didn't go back to sleep, but ate popcorn earnestly.

After the movie was finished, Ai Qingying ate most of the bucket of popcorn. When he left the stage with the bucket of popcorn in his arms, he had nothing to say: "The movie is very good! Fu Zhenzhen did a great job! I almost forgot to eat the popcorn!"

"........."

"It's really great! Especially her crying scene, crying so sadly and beautifully, I almost want to cry, absolutely!"

Jing Xian looked back at him: "The part where she was crying, you were sleeping."

Ai Qingying asked sincerely, "Really?"

Jing Xian restrained the urge to roll his eyes, and walked out of the auditorium first.

Ai Qingying didn't feel ashamed, so she ran up again with a smile and asked him, "Did you enjoy watching?"

So if you have to go out to watch a movie, what kind of fried rice noodles do you want to eat, just because you are afraid that he will be nervous?

What a joke, how could he be nervous?Since childhood, what kind of scene has he never seen?

Having said that, Jing Xian's heart is still warm, because the unhappiness caused by Fu Zhenzhen disappeared smoothly.

He ignored Ai Qingying, and after walking out of the cinema, he asked, "Would you like fried rice noodles?"

Ai Qingying's eyes lit up in surprise, Jing Xian turned around and reached out to stop the car, but secretly pursed her lips and smiled.

The fried rice noodles are really delicious, worthy of being a new delicacy.

Jing Xian is a person who can't eat spicy food very much, and he has no interest in food, but he still finds it delicious.

He ordered slightly spicy, Ai Qingying ordered medium spicy, he ordered chicken, and Ai Qingying ordered beef.After serving the table, Ai Qingying insisted on giving him a taste of the beef, so he didn't want to eat other people's food.

The food in Xinjiang is very big, one serving is more than twice that of Shanghai, and Jing Xian couldn't eat any more after eating a quarter.

Ai Qingying ate it all with Hululu, her lips were red from the heat, and she was still purring, like a gluttonous pig.Jing Xian got up to buy a bottle of sour plum juice and came back, "Huh?" Ai Qingying looked up at him, "Drink it." Jing Xian helped him insert the straw in and pushed it in front of him, "Isn't it spicy?"

Ai Qingying smiled happily, took a breath, and drank a bottle of sour plum juice in a few gulps.

After drinking, he said obediently: "I want more."

I want your head!

But Jing Xian just followed him, being obedient and sweet, Jing Xian sighed, went to buy him three more bottles and came back, piled them up in front of him: "Drink!"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Jing Xian brought back the three bottles of plum juice.

"Hey!"

"Speak well?"

"I speak well!"

Jing Xiancai sneered again and pushed the sour plum juice back.

After eating her portion, Ai Qingying glanced at his: "I still want to eat."

"Go buy another one."

"I want to eat yours."

"...That's what I left after eating, thank you."

"I'm going to eat what you left."

"Pfft!" In the seat next to him, two female high school students in school uniforms lowered their heads and laughed.

Although Jing Xian said that he wanted to learn from the distant female star, but he hadn't learned it yet, he got up uncomfortably, turned around and left the rice noodle shop.Ai Qingying never cared about other people's eyes, he quickly got up with the remaining three bottles of sour plum juice, and did not forget to ask the two girls: "Are we worthy?"

The two girls were obviously shocked by him, but it was only for a moment, they both nodded: "The two brothers are very suitable!"

Ai Qingying laughed out loud: "Thank you!"

He grabbed the plum juice and ran away.

Fortunately, Jing Xian didn't look back after leaving the house, otherwise he would definitely show embarrassment to him again.

Ai Qingying still wanted to go shopping with Jing Xian again, Jing Xian wanted to go back, Ai Qingying tried to persuade her for a while, Jing Xian had no choice but to say: "I won't be nervous."

"Ah." Ai Qingying was also calm, "Have you been discovered?"

"Go back and rehearse again."

Seeing Jing Xian like this, Ai Qingying no longer insisted, and the two took a taxi back.

We rehearsed again, and everyone was very satisfied. We went to bed early, and came back to rehearse tomorrow morning, and it was time for the official performance in the evening.

Jing Xian has also chosen the clothes he wants to wear, and Ai Qingying and the others have not asked him about the clothes.Because in their view, this is not a problem at all.They have always dressed casually, whatever they have, and never deliberately cared about the dress.To be honest, among the group, Ai Qingying is already the best at dressing.

Of course, this best wear is only in comparison.

At the very least, Ai Qingying also knows how to buy a few more different T-shirts for a change, and occasionally knows how to change a few pairs of shoes to match, and sometimes even messes with hairstyles. Most of his teammates just wear long hair in order to save trouble. In terms of clothes, buying dozens of pieces of the same style, Jing Xian almost thought that his teammates never took a bath...

The next day, everyone got ready, and the rest of the erhu, flute, and pipa teachers also came over for the last rehearsal before the performance, which went smoothly.At noon, we eat lunch together and wait for the performance in the evening.

Jing Xian asked the bar staff for a rest room by himself, and went in to change clothes.

Ai Qingying and the others thought that Jing Xian was going to sleep, but they didn't care. The clothes Jing Xian prepared were crane cloaks made in Song Dynasty.He has always liked to collect Hanfu, and he always pays a high price for tailor-made.

It's just that he has almost no chance to wear it, and he doesn't want to wear it. He bought it just to look good.

This time, he was going to go to southern Xinjiang, go to the Gobi, and maybe visit the Silk Road in the past, so he moved his mind and brought one of the azure sets.I never thought I would wear it, I thought it would be kept in the box all the time, but I didn't expect to actually put it on.

He put them on one by one slowly, finally put on the crane cloak outside, and tied the rope in the middle.

He dug out another box of eye shadows, which was a joint collaboration between a makeup company and their museum. The box was extremely beautiful. One person in the unit gave a set, and he didn’t have a girlfriend to give away. His mother had regular use. brand.He kept it as a collection, and when he came out this time, he also brought it inexplicably, and now he realized that it was all for tonight's performance, as if it was destined in the dark.

He looked in the mirror and began to paint eye shadow.After the age of ten, he bid farewell to the stage of his childhood. He has never put on makeup. In fact, he is not very good at painting, but he can paint, so he regards his eyes as a picture scroll, chooses the color matching of the clothes on his body, and paints in his own eyes. Painted on the eyelids, sky blue, silver, gold, and orange, he thinks it looks pretty good.

He looked around and tried to draw the two eyes as exactly as possible, which took a lot of time.

Outside, the assistant knocked on the door and told him that the performance had already started.

His program, since the third one.

He replied: "Got it, I'll come right away."

Jing Xian put away his things and combed his hair carefully. Of course he didn't wear a wig, his hair was very soft. He looked in the mirror and thought that short hair would look good with Hanfu.

He took out another white silk handkerchief, made two stacks, covered the lower half of his face, and tied a knot behind his head.

He raised his eyes to look in the mirror again, his face was faintly visible, his eyes were specially painted, they were extraordinarily beautiful and energetic, and his eyes flowed into a beautiful scroll.

It's very pretentious, but he likes it very much, it is the effect he wants, and it is worthy of these years of waiting.

The corners of Jing Xian's mouth hidden in the veil are upturned, revealing the dimples.

When the assistant knocked on the door again, he stepped forward to open it, but the assistant froze in place: "Jing, Jing Xian?"

"It's me." Jing Xian nodded to him.

The assistant took a few breaths: "I really didn't expect that!!"

Jing Xian smiled and walked backstage. The assistant followed behind him, looked him up and down, and praised him again and again: "Absolute, really absurd, your clothes look amazing! It's so beautiful! You're so ecstatic! "

"Thank you." There was also a smile in Jing Xian's voice.

"Oh my god, how many girls are you obsessed with tonight! Our Brother Cyan is going to lose to you tonight too! Are you sure you want to wear this veil?"

"Well, I'm too embarrassed to show my face." After all, his job is that kind of job, and he often does interviews and lectures, so it's not suitable for him.When the other teachers performed, their names would appear on the posters. He also refused to add his own name, and he would not ask for performance fees later.

He was actually very happy to have such an opportunity to perform.

The assistant was feeling emotional all the way, even backstage, the second song was still being performed.

The other teachers were all girls, mostly young, wearing cheongsams or dresses, talking with smiles, and when they saw Jing Xian approaching, they all looked at him in surprise and amazement.

Jing Xian waited for a while, and after the second song was performed, the whole venue was filled with enthusiasm, Jing Xian was calm and excited.

Ai Qingying is introducing the next song: "This is the first time Qingying has come to Urumqi. We specially re-arranged "Humanending" and added a lot of classical elements. For this reason, we specially invited a special guzheng teacher to play with us. Hope everyone likes it."

"Humanending" is that piece of pure music, when it is calm, it is like a pine forest after snow, and when it is at its climax, it seems like an avalanche is coming.

After adding the guzheng playing, the sound of Xueluo can be clearly heard when it is calm, and the sound of the avalanche is overwhelming when it is high, making you feel immersive.The fusion of Chinese and Western is just right and wonderful. When they rehearsed earlier, everyone was very satisfied with the new effect.

The audience in the audience screamed and applauded.

"Guzheng teacher, please come on stage—" Ai Qingying smiled and looked to the side of the stage, and then he froze.

Facing the light, Jing Xian walked onto the stage unhurriedly. Everyone followed Ai Qingying's obviously frozen gaze, and their gazes stopped at the sky-blue figure together.

But Jing Xian didn't seem to see those eyes. He walked behind the guzheng, flicked his sleeves, and sat down relaxedly and reservedly.

After sitting down, he raised his head and nodded to Ai Qingying, indicating that it was time to start.

Only then did the teammates come back to their senses, Link said directly: "F*ck!!"

There was also a Lime in front of Link, and the sound resounded throughout the venue, and the audience in the audience were also dragged back one after another, shouting: "F*ck!!!"

Jing Xian smiled, her beautiful eyes were slightly curved, and under the light blue stage lights, she added a bit of charm.

Ai Qingying took a deep breath, suddenly he didn't dare to look at Jing Xian anymore, he looked at the audience in the audience, still a little dazed.

Jing Xian behind him had already started to pluck the strings, and they were quickly brought into the atmosphere by Jing Xian's music, and they finished the song perfectly.Jing Xian participated in the next two songs, which were also successfully completed.

When it was time for Jing Xian to end, Ai Qingying, who was supposed to speak, was speechless.

It was Link who picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "Thank you for the most perfect guzheng teacher who came down to earth today!!"

The audience laughed and applauded together, Jing Xian stood up, bowed to everyone, and left the stage perfectly.Only then did Ai Qingying look back at Jing Xian's back, and took another breath, she couldn't do it, she had to go slowly.

So exciting!

When Jing Xian returned to the backstage, he didn't stay to watch the performance, but went back to the lounge alone.

He closed the door, sat in front of the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and finally could smile freely, even a little silly under the veil.

He was so happy, he will always remember today.

All these were brought to him by Ai Qingying.

In order to thank him, he decided to give that gift away.

Jing Xian took out his phone and took a few selfies. It was rare to be dressed like this anyway. If there is no accident, he will never dress like this again in the future, as a souvenir.After taking the photo, he was about to take off his veil, remove his eye makeup, and change his clothes, when the door was knocked again, and the assistant's voice sounded: "Master Jing! It's me!"

Jing Xian was amused by this address, and got up to open the door.

"Wow!" The assistant obviously hasn't recovered yet, and looked him up and down a few times with admiration, "It's so fairy! So handsome! So awesome! It's really a fairy!"

Jing Xian smiled and said, "Thank you, is there something wrong?"

"Hmm! You look so cool today! Have you checked it online? A lot of people are searching for you now!"

Jing Xian was very surprised, and the assistant handed her mobile phone to Jing Xian: "Although our Qing Ying is a small band, we still have quite a lot of fans in a small area! There is a performance tonight, and there are very lively discussions on Weibo. , it’s all about you!”

Jing Xian slid up and down, and sure enough, many people were praising him for being awesome, handsome, handsome, and good at playing, and most of them wanted to know what he looked like.

Jing Xian couldn't help laughing again, and looked up at the assistant: "It's quite fun."

"Yeah! Master Jing, are you sure you don't want to take off your veil for everyone to see! You have such an awesome face, even if you show it, it won't disappoint you, but it will make you even more crazy! Look! Look, how many people came to our official blog and official account to ask who you belong to!"

Jing Xian laughed: "No, I'm just helping you temporarily, and I won't perform again in the future. After a few days, everyone will forget about it."

"Okay!" The assistant knew his plan, so he didn't persuade him too much, and said, "Jing Dashen, you just wear this outfit and a veil, and when it's over, we can take a few group photos together, how about we? Post a summary on Weibo later, today’s performance is perfect! Can the photos be posted on Weibo? They are wearing veils.”

Jing Xian thought about it, this is fine, it is also a commemoration, he nodded in response.

The assistant thanked her a few words, turned her head and went back to the backstage, and said, "I'll call you later!"

"it is good."

Jing Xian watched the assistant leave, sat back on the chair, did not change his clothes, turned on his mobile phone, and searched for "Qingying" on Weibo.The SNS he often uses is a gay forum. Since he found out that he is gay in high school, he has been on that website. He is full of doubts and puzzles about himself. The most difficult adolescence, thanks to all the netizens in the forum, he will be honest Accept your gay identity, don't feel inferior, be normal.

Ten years ago, when the website was about to be closed, he rented the server at his own expense, and joined forces with several computer-savvy netizens to continue the forum.The website is not profitable, it is purely Jing Xian who paid for his youth.

Up to now, there are not many people on the forum, it is a completely closed-loop existence, but they are all familiar people who can speak well.

He also goes to some academic forums, except for these, he doesn't have any websites that he often visits.

The most commonly used app, because of work reasons, is WeChat.

He searched for "Qingying" on Weibo, and there were still many people discussing him, and of course many people were discussing Cyan.

He thought that Ai Qingying's teammates, including these fans, probably didn't know that their lead singer was also a part-time duck.However, looking at Ai Qingying's posture of burning headphones and guitars, is it just to make money to realize her dream of singing?

It's too difficult, he won't tell this secret.

Jing Xian didn't notice it, and when he didn't notice, he had already started to find all kinds of glamorous reasons to support Ai Qingying.

Praise him, just look at his Weibo, he prefers to read Weibo discussing Cyan, even though they just praise him in the same way, and there are still people who want to marry Cyan.There is no live webcast of the performance, and more people can only rely on the few videos and pictures sent by the people at the scene to chat with each other for comfort. Weibo