"Let's go down." Standing on the edge of the stairs, the trace was placed in front of me.
I glanced at him questioningly, and it felt like it was not a good choice for me to take his hand downstairs.
The dazzling scorching light and golden halo coated the shiny marble with a psychedelic color. I was standing at the entrance of the stairs close to the second floor, and I could see a corner of the banquet hall, with gorgeous skirts struggling with beauty, wine glasses coveted, and the crystal glass cups reflected gorgeous lips, and the cup body reflected a little bit of light.
I'm a bit unsure whether I really want to go down, at least, I don't think I can adapt to the chattering and laughing right away. I am not a social expert, or even resistant.
"Take my hand, otherwise you are likely to fall." Tracebu said calmly, but the raised eyebrows showed that he was indeed teasing me, maybe just because of the occasion, he had to pick up his edge a little, but at least still I am familiar with Atobe Keigo. His familiarity is more comfortable than his deliberate empathy.
Put your hand in his palm, it is warm, with big palms, enveloping me, and following him downstairs, I am still thinking that other people should think that this is just because of the host’s politeness and respect for a guest. Right.
Under the soft light of the Roman chandelier, everything seemed so unreal. Countless eyes looked over, and countless gazes gathered, and the emotions in it were like a complicated polygonal geometric figure. The hand holding the trace department tightened, my ostrich's self-warning, the person focusing is not me, definitely not me. In fact, the moment the trace department appeared, I dared to pack the ticket, and the eyes of countless celebrities and daughters were already close to him. And I... It's probably like a glass window displaying famous gems—obtrusive and annoying.
So, when I walked down the last step, I automatically returned to my parents and acted as a good girl, leaving the home game for the track department to play. The fastest full text of 噺⒏⑴祌 んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/
As the 40th anniversary of the old couple who were the last generation of the family members, this banquet is not a business reception. In a special sense, it can be regarded as a private party. The guests tonight except for the old couple's best friends, families and companies that are closely related to the trace department participated, and all others were invited from the trace department. It is conceivable that the students of Bingdi Academy accounted for a large part of the participants, and their parents were able to participate, which was regarded as a special feedback from the trace department.
I don't want to socialize because I haven't seen anyone outside the track department who can make me familiar. But this is also good. Instead of trying to break the deadlock with strangers, I would rather be a viewer and appreciate the small episodes at the gorgeous banquet.
Even in school, my friends are very narrow. Classmates can all recognize it. As for the other grades, most of them have a vague impression except for the tennis club. Of course, it does not rule out that some people have had contact with each other or are very annoying. Among the glamorous crowd at the moment, I can't help but look at the looks of everyone, hoping to find some impressions.
Most of Bingdi's students are in groups, and it seems that they have formed their own small circles. Some girls chat happily together, and they seem to have found good conversations; some are larger, like being familiar with the same level, both men and women; some are introducing their parents to each other, perhaps actively broadening the social circle for the family, but also Some seem to be lovers, intimately intertwined with each other...
It's interesting to see the eyes moving through the crowd.
"Moontone!"
Hearing this voice, I was overjoyed.
"Uncle!" I left my mother, walked quickly to my uncle, took his arm happily, then leaned in his ear and whispered: "The banquet is so boring, but fortunately uncle is here."
Uncle smiled and patted my head. He might be worried about messing up my hair, so his movements were very light.
My uncle took me a few steps forward. It seemed that he wanted to say hello to grandpa and grandma. Dad led uncle to the front with approval.
"Hello, Mr. Oshima, Mrs. Oshima." The uncle saluted as a junior.
Grandma nodded slightly and said, "Hello."
Grandpa didn't answer, he didn't even look at his uncle directly, and he still chatted with the grandparents of the trace department. The host could not say much, and Mom and Dad were also very embarrassed, especially Dad, who coughed twice and didn't think of anything to say to ease the atmosphere. In front of my grandfather, Dad seemed to be shorter forever, clumsily unable to show any martial arts spirit. New Bayi Chinese Website is first published at https://(www). https://m/.x81zw./com/
"Grandpa..."
I yelled, but my uncle tightened my hand and didn't tell me to speak.
The uncle still said politely: "I'm sorry, it's rude, I have a friend over there, and I'm not with him."
"Go ahead." Father seemed a little relieved, and mother nodded to uncle a little disturbed and embarrassed.
Okay, I sighed depressed, uncle was right to leave this embarrassing situation.
The uncle touched his hair again and turned around to leave.
I was going to catch up, at least I could talk to my uncle. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by grandpa, "Moonyin, stay here."
Grandpa’s tone was unrelentingly firm, and I had to suppress the grievances in my heart and compromised: "Yes, Grandpa."
The elders are chatting, and I am still alone.
"Are you unhappy?" He asked quietly from the voice of the trace from my ear.
I don't know when Tracebe stood behind me, I frowned and shook my head, "Nothing."
I lower my head to conceal my emotions, and I can't help but hear someone say hello to me in a relaxed and casual tone. "Hello, Sakura."
It turned out to be forbearance, and yes, no matter where you are, you can always see him by the side of the trail, and the two of them can be regarded as'inseparable'~
I twitched the corner of my mouth slightly, "Hello, Senzu-san."
"You are very different today! It's the type I like~" He raised his glass and took a sip of champagne, exactly like a playboy.
Although Renzu is sometimes not serious, it is undeniable that he has the ability to make people pleasant. I am in a much better mood to be teased by him. I wanted to find my uncle in the crowd, but I saw another person inadvertently. She wore a white princess-style dress, elegant pink pearl jewelry, and her long black hair casually squeezed behind her ears. Ling Xiaolu is very beautiful today, giving people a fresh and pleasant feeling, but her eyes are indifferent and alienated, as if everything has nothing to do with her, she isolates everyone from her world.
A middle-aged man said something to her with a serious expression, and she followed the man and a woman obediently. I clearly saw the woman glance at Ling Xiaolu with disgust. They should be her parents.
Unexpectedly, the goal of the three of them was actually our side. But it's normal to think about it. After all, anyone who can come to the banquet today will not let go of any opportunity to build a relationship with the trace department family.
However, Ling Xiaolu's father actually came to have a relationship with his father.
"Hello, Mr. Sakura, this is Ling Xiaolu. I have always wanted to visit you, but I didn't expect to meet it here."
"you are… "
"That's right. Not long ago, my brother married Miss Mina from the Sakaki family."
"That's it, I'm so sorry, but I didn't attend the wedding because of work."
"In any case, it is an honor for our Ling Xiaolu family to be married to the Sakura family."
Ling Xiaolu and I pretended that they hadn't seen anyone. After all, speaking in this kind of situation, it is impossible to guarantee that they would not perform unpleasant scenes. As for Ruins and Ninzu, they were standing a few meters away, talking with Bingdi's peers. Trace Department glanced at Ling Xiaolu, but didn't respond much.
There were smiling faces as far as they could look, but the smiling faces were like everyone's masks. I shook the crystal glass in my hand. It was not wine, but freshly squeezed orange juice. I don't know the first glass of the evening. It must be weird for someone like me to be a decoration next to my parents! I sighed in my heart and complained again about the boring banquet.
"Moonyin, Yueyin!"
After hearing someone call me, I finally showed my first real smile of the night.
Reiko and Yumi came to me with smiles, and I felt that all of a sudden, the surroundings became lively.
"Oh, you dress so classically, it's no wonder we didn't find you in the beginning!" Reiko joked and complained to me as soon as he appeared.
Yongmei touched the material and said hippie: "It looks good~" Then she looked behind me and pulled my cuffs embarrassingly, "Let us introduce it. It was a bit rude last time."
I was a little funny. After the friendly match with the US team, my father saw Yong Mei who was bluffing. It seemed that she wanted to restore some image.
"Dad." Ling Xiaolu's father talked very speculatively with his father, and when they were intermittent, I intervened.
"Anything, Yueyin?"
"Daddy saw Yong Mei last time, this is Reiko."
"Hello, Uncle Sakura."
"Hello, just like Yongmi, Reiko is also a beautiful girl." To my friend, Dad wanted to be tolerant and there was no shortage of praise.
I introduced them to my mother again, who looked at us with a smile and praised Reiko and Yongmi.
These two people were embarrassed and humbled.
"Miss Sakura." Madam Ayakoji said suddenly, I was very surprised. In fact, after they came to say hello, this lady has always tried to maintain an elegant and dignified posture, although she feels that she is not a person with very deep connotations.
"Hello." I still greeted politely.
"You and You are both Bingdi's students?" She moved aside and pushed Ling Xiaolu over.
Listening to her saying this, I was stunned for a moment. This is... Are you dating me? I had to answer: "Yes, we know."
"It's great, You will take care of you in the future." She kindly put her hand on Ling Xiaolu's shoulder, but Ling Xiaolu tightened her brow.
"You are polite." I replied blankly.
I don't know what Ling Xiaolu's stepmother treats her, it seems that their relationship is not harmonious. But I really don't like the woman in front of me. Her smile makes people feel uncomfortable. Sometimes, sincerity is not a pretense.
Ayakoji’s father probably had a good conversation with his father, so he couldn’t help but make a request, “Mr. Sakaki, it’s an honor to be able to come to the banquet. Our family would like to greet the old Mr. and Mrs. Shabe very much. I wonder if you can...”
Reiko sneered for a while, "It's shameless, your daughter framed you at school, but your father is setting up a relationship with your family. In essence, they are all the same!"
Reiko couldn't lower the volume, so I was sure that I could hear it when I walked down Ayanakoji. Her back looked stiff for a moment, but her steps did not stop.
"Yueyin, don't you plan to say something?" Yongmei asked.
"I haven't organized the language yet." It is not wise to cause any unpleasantness by myself in public. Although I am not a qualified lady, I have to hold back when I should bear it. Besides, I had decided not to pursue Ayakoji at that time. I changed the subject, "Who is talking to the trace department?"
The success attracted attention, and Reiko immediately gave the answer excitedly, "Senior Tojo, he is the vice chairman of the student union, and is recognized as an honest man in the school."
Yongmei added, "The football club has super good sports skills!"
The vice-chairman of the student union... is actually a sunny boy. Shouldn't the person who serves as the deputy of the trace department be more reliable and prudent? Look at his tall man with short slashing hair, and his smile is as bright as the waves on the beach in summer. I noticed that he is not because of his handsomeness, but because he looks really warm and nice, especially the way he talks to the trace department, honestly like a child.
"Looks like a nice person~"
Reiko and Yumi looked at me together and asked, "Do you like this type?"
I was surprised and immediately covered their mouths, "Shh!" Then I looked around. Fortunately, no one noticed this, and I was a little relieved.
"Yueyin..." Lizi whispered to my ear, did not continue, but Yongmei next to her looked guilty.
"What are you doing?"
"Behind… "
I turned my head in hindsight. I originally ignored the person closest to us, with a cool face on the trail, and of course I knew that the minister was upset.
Secretly speaking, he hurriedly pulled the two culprits away, but heard Tobe said rudely to Tojo-senpai: "Tojo step back and don't want to see you."
Tojo-senpai didn't seem to be angry at all, he laughed twice and replied, "Oh, yes!"
I kept complaining about Yongmi and Reiko on the way away from the trail, but these two big mouths caused me trouble!
But I couldn't find my uncle when I walked around, and it was safest to be with my parents. But when I got there, I still heard Mr. Ayakoji’s talk. He seemed to be a natural businessman, and he was good at timing.
"Congratulations to both of you. Forty years of wedding anniversary is so memorable. If you don't dislike it, my daughter plays the cello very well and would like to play a piece for you two."
Mr. Ayanakoji was showing courtesy to the grandparents of the Rubu family, but... I looked at Ayanakoji's expression, and I was uncomfortable to bear it. It made me feel uncomfortable when I saw it.
But such a request, the director has no reason to refuse, only to accept the kindness frankly. Grandpa Atobe smiled kindly, "Thank you very much."
"What's so great, I can still play the piano." Reiko was disdainful.
"Jingwu, Yueyin, come here soon, the young lady from Ling Xiaolu's family is going to play the cello for us." The guy had already chased after him, but now there is no need to struggle with this problem. It is too embarrassing and awkward to be named in full view. Although it was out of the love of the elders, the misunderstanding was a big deal.
"You, don't let everyone down!" It sounds like a charitable father cheering for his daughter, but the warm words are like saying, "Don't be ashamed."
"Yes, father."
When Ling Xiaolu answered like this, my heart seemed to be pierced, similar helplessness, I felt strongly the moment my uncle left.
"Why..." Before I thought about it, I spoke, "It's better to let Senzu-senpai and my friend Reiko play with Ms. Ling Xiaolu. One of them can play the violin and the other the piano. I think this will be better. It's a little lively, isn't it?" After speaking, I looked up at Reiko and Shinobu beside Reiko.
"I am willing to serve." Reluctantly replied gracefully without thinking.
"Me, me too." Reiko replied a little bluntly, his face flushed slightly.
"These kids are really interested." Grandma Trace Department looked very happy.
"It is an excellent honor to be able to play with the friends of Young Master Nunzu and Miss Sakura." Ling Xiaolu's father added without losing the opportunity.
"Moon sound."
"Yes, grandpa." Grandpa's call gave me a bad foreboding, and my heart became nervous.
"You also perform ikebana for the grandfather and grandmother of the Rubu family to show your blessings." It's not a discussion, it's an order. I can't complain about grandpa's inhumanity. I can only say that traditional families always have headaches.
"Dad, Yueyin will be nervous." Mom quickly persuaded grandpa.
"Why, isn't the Ikebana Art Festival doing a good job?"
"Okay, Zhao Ren, just let Yueyin make it and give it to us." Grandma Jibu also helped to speak.
"Yueyin, don't let Grandpa down, okay?"
Grandpa's question was too proud and expectant. I opened my mouth, and at the end there was only one sentence, "Yes, Grandpa."
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