Lin Xiang raised an eyebrow: "What a villain."
Wen Qiao: "There are only a few days left, let's hurry up and practice."
When I went to the cafeteria to eat in the evening, I met Jin Xuan, but I didn't see Zhao Tong. Miss Zhao no longer comes to the cafeteria to eat. She cooks outside to avoid running into this group of bandits.
Jin Xuan walked towards the dining table with them, carrying their plates, and said with good intentions, "The Chinese Music Department is struggling to survive on its own right now. I advise you to switch to Western Music as well. The school should encourage this."
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "I just hope that one day folk music becomes popular, and traitors like you will stop asking to return to the folk music department."
Jin Xuan was stunned, and couldn't help looking Wen Qiao up and down: "Wishes are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Then I wish you all the best."
Lu Youyou: "Traitor, don't block the way. You are dirtying the road we are walking on."
Jin Xuan raised her eyebrows, "Don't be so critical of me. This world has always judged heroes by their success or failure. Integrity cannot be used to make a living, and self-esteem is worthless. After graduation, you will find out how cruel this society is. Our Western music graduates are in short supply, whether they are performing or teaching, and you, the Chinese music department... may only be able to work in some unknown small theater that appreciates Chinese music, with few audiences. The income from a performance is not enough to pay your salary. You will know then that what I said today is definitely well-intentioned."
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Thank you for your trouble. Take care of yourself first. Can you pass the viola exam? Can you graduate successfully?"
Jin Xuan looked at the backs of those people and shook her head. They were just trying to be stubborn and there was no hope for them.
The day before Thanksgiving, they were almost done rehearsing. Lu Youyou was scrolling through her phone and said, "We have to go to Wenci Arts Center early tomorrow morning for rehearsal."
Lu Youyou is both the president and the stylist.
"What are we going to wear tomorrow?"
Chunxiao suggested: "How about cheongsam?"
Lin Xiang sighed softly: "I'm not used to wearing that kind of body wrap."
"Then you should wear a plain long gown."
Lu Youyou raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you into Hanfu? You don't even have cheongsam, do you?"
"One of my best friends from high school is now studying at Fukai University. She likes to collect cheongsams, and she has all kinds of them."
Fukai University is right next to the Central Conservatory of Music, and the living quarters are in the same area. Chunxiao’s best friend quickly sent a large bag of cheongsams over.
"This neutral-style gown is for Lin Xiang. Youyou, you wear the crescent white one, I wear the peacock green one, and Qiaoqiao wears this one, the rouge red one. How do you think it is?"
These cheongsams are extremely well-made, made of velvet and inlaid with faint gold threads. They are obviously very expensive.
On that day, Wen Qiao and her friends brought the costumes to the Wenci Art Center. Not only was there a performance by the Central Conservatory of Music, but it was also a small evening party with various programs.
Wen Qiao and her group's show was scheduled for the second time. Apparently the producers didn't think much of them, so they arranged them so early.
When the director of the evening party saw Wen Qiao, his eyes lit up. The girl was very beautiful, and the stage design could be more creative: "Make a suspended chair for the girl playing the pipa, and shine the opening lights on her, which is very eye-catching."
The choreographer gestured ok: "Okay director."
During rehearsals, he and Zhuang Yan would meet each other every time they looked up. When Wen Qiao saw him, she treated him as a stranger, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.
All she could think about was Fu Nanli.
Will he come
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