83 Surprise
Liu Feifei was dumbfounded, and was not willing to take her gaze away from her face. Nie Changhuan had already taken her arm because she was uncomfortable and forced her to take her into the banquet hall.
"Chang Huan, what you wear is so simple." Liu Feifei glanced at her rather expensive dress, a little embarrassed, but she was relieved in a flash: no matter how beautiful and expensive she is, there is no way to hide it. Nie Changhuan’s light.
Just like Cen Xingyue, after Nie Changhuan entered the banquet hall, she would definitely regret the contemptuous look she had just given.
As soon as the two of them walked to the entrance of the banquet hall, they heard the area near the entrance gradually quieting down. The men and women who had been socializing and talking all turned and looked sideways to look at the mighty Cen Xingyue.
Cen Xingyue put a lady elegantly on the arms of her male partner, and with the other hand she held the hem of the gleaming skirt under the light. Under the gaze of everyone, she stepped on her high heels and walked in step by step. There was a socially polite smile on his face, indifferent and reserved.
Few people in this circle don't know Cen Xingyue tonight.
As soon as she appeared at this moment, naturally a large group of people immediately surrounded her. Cen Xingyue was crowded towards the front of the banquet hall, and the area at the entrance was instantly empty.
Nie Changhuan stood aside and waited for Cen Xingyue to completely get out of the limelight, then took Liu Feifei in, and found a side table to sit down.
Liu Feifei stared at Cen Xingyue, who sat comfortably in the front, complaining: "Chang Huan, you are the first, why are you so low-key than the second? Isn't you supposed to sit at that table?"
Nie Changhuan glanced at Cen Xingyue, who was talking calmly with people, and smiled lightly: "At this moment, that table is full of people who are interested in Cen Xingyue. If I rush to the past now, I will only find it boring. No hurry."
"But..." Liu Feifei blinked. After thinking about it, she thought it made sense, but she didn't expect it to come to this level at all.
As a result, Liu Feifei admired Nie Changhuan even more, feeling that she was so superficial, and she sat quietly for the next half an hour.
Although Nie Changhuan has been sitting in the position, he has not been idle, and has been looking at the people around him.
About half an hour later, a middle-aged yuppie-type man walked to the center of the stage, raised his hand and pressed it down, signaled the crowd to be quiet, said a few words, announcing the official opening of the banquet, but before the banquet, Someone asked to meet some of the protagonists tonight.
That is, the top three in the last game.
Liu Feifei was suddenly more nervous than Nie Changhuan, and introduced to Nie Changhuan: "The man on the stage is the grandson of the Chinese painting master, who is also the president of the sole sponsor of this competition, Chang Xun."
Nie Changhuan nodded, and was about to ask Liu Feifei what, and finally heard Chang Xun say: "Since everyone has such a loud voice, before the banquet, please invite our top three to come on stage!"
As soon as she finished speaking, I don’t know who started it, and people started shouting in unison: Cen Xingyue, Cen Xingyue, Cen Xingyue...
Cen Xingyue turned sideways, glanced at the people around her who were shouting her name, shaking her head and chuckles reluctantly, and then stood up.
Chang Xun smiled happily and made a please gesture: "Then please invite our talented and brilliant Cen Xingyue and Cen Qianjin first to come up to say hello and say hello to everyone! Welcome!"
There was a burst of applause in the banquet hall.
Cen Xingyue stood still, smiled and bowed to everyone: "Thank you for your kindness, but this time I am only second. No matter what, I shouldn't be the first to come on stage. Why..."
She paused, searched the circle in the banquet hall, raised her lips and smiled, and said loudly: "Chuanmei’s talented Xie has long been well-known in the circle. This time she is ranked third. It is better to have Xie Lanshen, the talented Xie who invited us. Come on stage first? Please applaud for Talent Xie, okay?"
Cen Xingyue's call naturally responded.
Nie Changhuan couldn't help but applaud, followed Cen Xingyue's line of sight, and wanted to see what this Xie Lanchen looked like.
Unexpectedly, Xie Lanchen was sitting at the table next door, but he was the only one at his table.
After being reminded by the person next door, he slowly raised his head, took off the earphones stuffed in his ears, raised the eyes that were almost completely covered by bangs, and glanced on the stage, and then looked at the head to him. Cen Xingyue applauded, and then his thin lips did not move, which meant that he stood up without any expression at all.
He was with him, and the applause and cries at the scene stagnated, and then gradually disappeared.
Because he was wearing a pair of loose black trousers, and his upper body only wore a gray-white shirt that looked very old and was a little wrinkled.
He seemed to have gone to the wrong place, and then walked onto the stage with no expression on his face.
As soon as he stood on the stage, Chang Xun was half a head taller than the original himself.
He just stood like that, carelessly and no one would enter, as if nothing could get into his eyes, and as if it was a protective instinct to reject people thousands of miles away.
Everyone looked at each other.
Chang Xun covered his lips and coughed, and said, "Sure enough, all of us who are engaged in art are young people with full personalities." At the beginning, after a few words of roundness, he handed the microphone to Xie Lanchen and asked him to talk to everyone. call.
Xie Lan paused for a while before taking the microphone, but he was useless, holding it with one hand, bowed slightly to the bottom of the stage, and returned the microphone to Chang Xun.
Chang Xun had to let him go, and quickly called Cen Xingyue again.
Cen Xingyue deliberately wanted to lift Xie Lanchen to suppress Nie Changhuan. How did she know that Xie Lanchen was so ignorant of raising her, and it made her so embarrassed.
So when he heard Chang Xun let herself on stage, Cen Xingyue took a second or two to laugh decently again, got up, and was escorted to the edge of the stage by her male partner.
During this gap, Nie Changhuan couldn't help but look at Xie Lanchen who was walking towards the seat, and said to Liu Feifei smoothly, "Feifei, this talented Xie, have you heard of it before?"
She waited for several seconds, but did not hear Liu Feifei's response. Then she turned her head to look at her, but found that Liu Feifei was staring at Xie Lan Shen, tears streaming down her face.
Nie Changhuan's heart shook slightly, and he couldn't help but yelled "Feifei" softly.
Liu Feifei suddenly regained consciousness. After meeting Nie Changhuan's suspicious look, she turned her head in a panic and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face.
Nie Changhuan didn't ask much. In the warm applause to Cen Xingyue in the banquet hall, there was no way to comfort Liu Feifei, so she had to hand her a tissue.
Liu Feifei waved her hand, and when she raised her head, she smiled sweetly: "I'm fine, Chang Huan, I'm coming to you soon, please prepare quickly!"
Nie Changhuan looked at Liu Feifei's red eyes, then turned his head to look at himself Xie Lan Shen, wanting to say something, but felt that it was not appropriate to say anything.
Just as Chang Xun called her name on the stage, she had to pat Liu Feifei on the shoulder, got up, and walked to the stage one step at a time as everyone watched.
Every time she took a step, the banquet hall that had been noisy because of Cen Xingyue was quiet. When she finally stood beside Chang Xun a little stiffly, the whole banquet hall was almost silent.
As a result, no one noticed. When Nie Changhuan walked to the stage, the door of the banquet hall opened again, and two tall men walked in one after another and took a seat in the empty seat beside Xie Lanchen.
Chang Xun's gaze still stuck to Nie Changhuan at the moment, his eyes no longer knew how many times he had looked at Nie Changhuan from top to bottom.
It’s so strange that the dress on her is a bargain at first glance, but she is wearing a custom-made one that is unique in the world, and her hair is directly combed into a low ponytail and tied to the back of her head without any extra decoration. The makeup is also so light that it is almost invisible, but it is dazzling as if it is shining.
And obviously she didn't show anything, her face was horribly pure and immortal, and her eyes were clear and waveless, but she was itchy and itchy in her body.
Chang Xun couldn't help but sigh, such a person, even if he sniffs in his arms, he would not be a man in vain.
Nie Changhuan was a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and the gaze from the audience made her feel like needles, so he took the initiative to look at him, very polite: "Chang, hello."
Chang Xun laughed, and when he took a step towards Nie Changhuan, he raised his hand to embrace Nie Changhuan’s shoulder, and rubbed her **** shoulder with some sweaty fingers, only to feel that the skin was soft and delicate. His heart was broken.
He suddenly became untenable, especially when Nie Changhuan frowned and avoided him, his heart was itchy and contemptuous, and after a few brief remarks, he followed Nie Changhuan and stepped off the stage.
"Champion Little Beauty..." Chang Xun followed Nie Changhuan and walked beside her, blocking her way intentionally or unintentionally. Nie Changhuan had to stop and made no secret of his resistance and dislike for him. Chang Xun just didn't know. But suddenly he patted his mouth as if he realized it, "My fault, my fault, for a person like you, it's not an exaggeration to call you a peerless beauty, how can you say it's a little beauty?"
Nie Changhuan pulled his lips and was about to speak. As an old fried dough stick, Chang Xun said immediately: "Don't worry, I won't deny your talent because of your appearance. Don't worry, I will honor your bonus and your paintings. Promise. But since tonight is a celebration dinner, you can't just leave like this, at least you have to go over and say hello to a few judges."
Nie Changhuan tilted her head to look and saw that Cen Xingyue and Yan Xiaofeng were both on the table, and Yan Xiaofeng turned her head and glanced at her. She hesitated, remembering her original intention to come here tonight, and turned around to go to the table.
Chang Xun followed her behind, looking at the slender but exquisite lines vaguely outlined by her skirt as she walked, he licked her lips unconsciously, and touched the void with her hand hanging on her side, and then squeezed her palms tightly. , The five fingers rubbed like aftertaste.
Cen Xingyue stared at Chang Xun sideways, and she frowned when she saw his series of actions.
She retracted her gaze and saw Nie Changhuan approaching. She immediately talked to the people on the table about the art-related charity projects she planned to organize, and planned to draw everyone's attention and attention away, so that Nie Changhuan was ignored.
But she really underestimated the offensiveness of beauty to men. Nie Changhuan hadn’t approached yet. Five or six men on the table had already looked at Nie Changhuan frequently. One of the young, well-known rich youngsters was also looking at Nie Changhuan’s distance. Silently straightened his bow tie.
At this time, Cen Xingyue was left in the cold, and almost no one was listening to her.
For the first time, Cen Xingyue, who was so cold-hearted on social occasions, secretly squeezed the wine glass and raised her chin slightly. Instead, she stretched out her hand to Nie Changhuan first: "Senior Changhuan, sit here, I have reserved a place for you early."
Nie Changhuan originally planned to ignore her directly, but thought that she did not know the general situation in the eyes of others, so he rolled his lips and smiled: "Okay, thank you, senior sister."
Cen Xingyue smiled. When Nie Changhuan sat down, she poured herself a glass of wine, raised the glass and said to everyone: "To thank you all, and also to celebrate the blockbuster of our Changhuan school girl, I will toast everyone first."
She raised her head and took a sip, and smiled at Nie Changhuan sideways: "Chang Huan, you are the champion and the protagonist of tonight. Don't escape. Chang Zong, do you think?"
Chang Xun looked at Shang Cen Xingyue, Cen Xingyue smiled deeper, and nodded slightly at him.
Chang Xun laughed immediately, and as he walked towards Cen Xingyue, Cen Xingyue immediately gave up her position and walked around Yan Xiaofeng and sat down.
Chang Xun immediately sat down next to Nie Changhuan, with his arm on the back of Nie Changhuan's chair, almost enclosing Nie Changhuan in his arms.
Chang Xun poured himself a glass with one hand and filled it with Nie Changhuan, holding Nie Changhuan's wine glass to her mouth: "Our champion school girl, my uncle will serve you wine personally. You can't help but save face!"
Nie Changhuan's back was straight, and he glanced at Yan Xiaofeng. Yan Xiaofeng was turning his head to talk to the middle-aged judge who embarrassed Nie Changhuan last time, as if he didn't notice it.
Nie Changhuan knew that Yan Xiaofeng was unwilling to offend the master of Chinese painting for her.
To be a man, one has to make choices.
Since this is the situation tonight, it is time to abandon the original intention.
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips and smiled: "Sorry, Mr. Chang, I never drink."
"Everything has the first time! So, you give me the first time tonight, and I will cover you in this circle from now on!"
As soon as Chang Xun's words fell, the men on the table laughed unabashedly.
One of the men pointed to Chang Xun with his smoky and yellow finger, and was full of ambiguous words: "Chang Xun, what you said is bad! Even if you want to have friendship with other girls, you shouldn’t be here. On the face, how could the little girl promise you so embarrassed?"
After speaking, the men laughed sullenly again.
Another middle-aged man answered, "You are wrong. The most interesting thing about this kind of thing is half pushing and half rejecting!"
Nie Changhuan squeezed his fingers and moved back, preparing to get up and leave.
Cen Xingyue was afraid that she would leave, and immediately said, "Mr. Chang, my senior sister is here. You can't let you bully our primary school girls like this."
Everyone at the table raised their eyebrows to look at her.
Cen Xingyue smiled, and Wen Sheng said to Nie Changhuan: "Since you don't want to drink, but you are a champion, if you sit like this, everyone may lose interest and lose the meaning of this celebration party."
Nie Changhuan saw her look at the other side of the banquet hall and chuckled, "So what?"
"Well, since you have worked hard in painting, I believe there are many other talents. There are many musical instruments over there. You can pick one, play or sing one, how about?" Cen Xingyue paused, "Chang Huan, this is also an opportunity for everyone to get to know you and see your talents, isn't it?"
Nie Changhuan tilted his head and glanced at the musical instrument area over there, with an expression of embarrassment.
Cen Xingyue curled her lips, but she persuaded him a few more words.
"Since Xingyue-senpai you are so persistent, then I will try." Nie Changhuan got up, but after thinking of something, Chao Cen Xingyue smiled, "If I go up to perform, then I will be toasted tonight. At that time, can sister Xingyue drink it for me?"
"That's not okay." Cen Xingyue refused directly, but after thinking about it, she calmly said, "If you play well and sing well, it's not impossible for me to block some for you."
"What is the judging criteria?"
"Naturally is everyone's applause."
"Okay." Although Nie Changhuan said so, he still behaved very hesitantly.
Cen Xingyue's eyes overflowed with contempt, and she didn't know Nie Changhuan's background.
Therefore, in Cen Xingyue's view, it is certain that Nie Changhuan will make a fool of herself tonight.
Even if she was not embarrassed enough, she would be a champion in the future, but in the future, she would be just a top-notch product of grandstanding and prosperous, without any elegant meaning anymore.
Unless, she astounds the four people in one song, makes everyone here amazed, unforgettable for a long time, and unforgettable.
But how is this possible.
So, when Cen Xingyue saw Nie Changhuan picking a guqin and sitting on the ground because she couldn't find a suitable place, she couldn't help but sneered and shook her head, especially Nie Changhuan, who followed the appearance of an outsider in the TV series, bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes. At that time, she almost felt like she was going to laugh.
But she still stood up and used the power of Miss Cen to calm the banquet hall and listen to the performance of champion Nie Changhuan.
What everyone understands is naturally full of ridicule and disdain.
Cen Xingyue was very happy to see everyone's expressions like this, and the smile on her face became deeper.
It wasn't until the sound of Qin sounded that her smile froze, and after the song was finished, Nie Changhuan had already returned to her place when she hadn't even recovered herself.
In the banquet hall, there was no sound, and needle dropping could be heard.
Chang Xun's eyes are almost staring out, and his heart is getting more and more itchy.
He completely forgot about the previous events, and took the lead to come back to his senses, exaggerated to Nie Changhuan, and took the lead in applauding.
Then, thunderous applause in the banquet hall lasted for a long time.
Nie Changhuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Cen Xingyue.
Cen Xingyue's eyes seemed to be stagnant, no longer moving, she could only look at her fixedly.
And Chang Xun wanted to take Nie Changhuan away directly at this moment, but without getting people drunk, the next thing would not be so easy to handle.
So he picked up the wine glass again, not knowing if he was too excited or deliberately, he took a sip from the wine glass, with the glass of wine still on his lips, and put the wine glass to Nie Changhuan’s mouth while saying: "Nie Miss, you are really... it is really surprising. This wine tonight, I always respect you from someone sincerely, you can't help but drink it!"
Nie Changhuan tilted his head subconsciously, and the disgust on his face had not concealed it.
Seeing her like this, Cen Xingyue kindly reminded: "Chang Huan, we are the younger generation, but we can't live up to the predecessor's value and kindness. It's just a glass of wine, and it's nothing to drink."
Nie Changhuan felt so speechless about Cen Xingyue's words, but she hadn't had time to speak, and Chang Xun had already approached Cen Xingyue's voice with a glass of wine and said, "Look! It's still your senior sister who is sensible! Come, come and have a drink. What a big deal!"
Nie Changhuan could already clearly smell the tobacco and alcohol in Chang Xun's mouth, and felt nauseous. He was about to reach out to block the glass, but the glass was snatched by another hand with slender knuckles. The glass was steady without spilling a drop.
Nie Changhuan stared at the hand blankly, and moved her gaze to the side following the retraction of the hand, until the owner of the hand had long legs and sat down beside her, she looked at the man's face in a daze.