Chapter 198
Chapter 198: Will he come?
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“What a despicable man,” Lin Xiang raised her eyebrows.
“There aren’t many days left, let’s make good use of our time to practice,” said Wen Qiao.
When they went to the cafeteria for dinner, they met Jin Xuan, but they didn’t see Zhao Tong. Lady Zhao didn’t come to the cafeteria to eat these days. She was cooking outside to avoid running into a group of bandits like them.
Jin Xuan walked with them to the table with the plates and “kindly” said, the Folk Music Department can’t do anything on its own now. I advise you to transfer to Western music as well. The school should encourage you.
Wen Qiao smiled. I just hope that one day when folk music becomes popular, a traitor like you won’t shamelessly request to return to the Department of folk music.
Jin Xuan was taken aback and couldn’t help but size Wen Qiao up. wishes are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Then I wish you all the best.
“Traitors, don’t block the way. You’re dirtying our path,” Lu Youyou said.
Jin Xuan raised her eyebrows. you don’t have to give me so much of an opinion. In this world, success and failure have always been the deciding factor for heroes. You can’t eat a backbone, and self-respect is not worth much. After you graduate, you’ll realize the cruelty of this society. Whether it’s performing or being a teacher, the demand for Western music graduates is always high. And you people from the Folk Music Department might only be able to mix in some unknown small theater that appreciates folk music. The audience is also sparse, and you won’t even be able to pay your salary for performing a performance. When the time comes, you’ll know that I’ve put in a lot of thought into what I’m saying today.”
Wen Qiao raised her brows. thank you for the trouble. Take care of yourself first. Can you pass the violinist test? ” Will you be able to graduate successfully?”
Jin Xuan looked at the backs of those people and shook her head. They were really stubborn and hopeless.
The day before Thanksgiving, they were almost done rehearsing. Lu Youyou swiped her phone and said, ” “We’ll be going to the Wen CI art Center tomorrow morning for the rehearsal.”
Lu Youyou was both the president and the stylist.
“What are we going to wear tomorrow?”
“How about a cheongsam?” Chun Xiao suggested.
“I’m not used to wearing that kind of body wrap,” Lin Xiang snorted.
“Then you’ll wear a plain-colored long shirt.”
Lu Youyou raised her eyebrows and asked,”don’t you play in traditional Chinese clothing?” Don’t tell me there’s even a cheongsam?”
one of my best friends in high school. She’s in Fu Kai University. She likes to collect cheongsam, and there are all kinds of them.
Fu Kai University happened to be next to Yang Yin, and they lived in the same living area. Chun Xiao’s best friend quickly sent a large bag of cheongsam over.
this androgynous long shirt is for Lin Xiang. Youyou, you wear the crescent white one, I’ll wear the peacock green one, and Qiaoqiao will wear this, the rouged one. What do you think? ”
The workmanship of these cheongsam was excellent. They were made of velvet fabric and indistinctly inlaid with gold thread. One look and one could tell that they were expensive.
That day, Wen Qiao and the others brought the costumes to the Wen CI art Center. There was not only a performance by Central Conservatory of Music, but also a small-scale evening party with all kinds of programs.
Wen Qiao’s program was arranged to be the second one. It was obvious that the production team didn’t think much of them, which was why they were arranged to be in the front.
When he saw Wen Qiao, the director’s eyes lit up. The girl was very beautiful, and the stage design could be more original. get a hanging chair for the girl playing the lute. The opening lights will shine on her, and it’ll be very eye-catching.
“Okay, director.” Wu Mei gave an “OK” sign.
During the rehearsal, she had seen Zhuang Yan all the time. When Wen Qiao saw him, she treated him like a stranger, not a single ripple of emotion in her eyes.
All she could think of was Fu Nanli.
Would he come?