Not sure if he'll come tonight.
That night, she asked him if he was coming, and he said "let's talk about it later", so he probably didn't come.
Wen Qiao was feeling a little down, so he went to the beverage vending machine in the lobby on the first floor of the art center, bought a bottle of coffee, unscrewed it, took a sip, and looked outside.
Wenci Art Center is on the street. The leaves of the sycamore trees have almost all fallen. The asphalt road is clean and tidy. The road is narrow, and occasionally vehicles pass by. Wen Qiao always can't help but take a few more glances.
Zhuang Yan stood on the second floor, holding the railing, looking at the people downstairs.
Obviously, she was waiting for someone.
Who were they waiting for? He knew exactly who it was. It was none other than the eldest young master of the Fu family, which made him feel a little upset.
If he had accepted Wen Qiao at the beginning, how could Fu Nanli have happened
All the pain he had inflicted on Wen Qiao in the past, she now returned to him in full.
He felt that he was a very awkward person. On the one hand, he liked her, but on the other hand, he couldn't let go of his self-esteem and pursue her.
He is a man who is used to smooth sailing and has never tasted failure. Wen Qiao already has a boyfriend, and he seems to have no chance of winning.
He won't do anything if he doesn't have a chance of winning.
But I really don't want to accept it.
So, day after day, he suffered in his own cage, and the only person who was tortured was himself.
Wen Qiao stood at the gate. The audience had gradually entered the venue. Her heart would skip a beat with every visitor.
Lu Youyou's voice came: "Qiao Qiao, change your clothes quickly, the performance is about to begin."
Wen Qiao was pulled backstage by Lu Youyou and changed into a dark rouge velvet cheongsam. The Hong Kong-style beauty came to life on the paper, like a hazy and gorgeous celebrity of the Republic of China in the old times, so dazzling that one could not take their eyes off her.
Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao hugged Wen Qiao one by one: "Lin Xiang, take a picture for us."
Lin Xiang was helpless: "I really can't stand you guys."
After taking the photo, Lu Youyou still didn't let go: "My Qiao, you are so beautiful that I am crying."
Wen Qiao rubbed her face: "You are very beautiful too."
"Compared to you, my beauty is like the brilliance of a firefly compared to the brightness of the sun and the moon. I dare not compare, I dare not compare."
Wen Qiao smiled helplessly: "Each has its own characteristics."
There are four girls in their dormitory 502, and they all look good.
On the first floor, Jin Xuan and Zhao Tong led two reporters into the performance hall. Jin Xuan whispered, "There are twelve programs today. After each program, there will be an interactive session with the audience. It will be very short, only five minutes. We have arranged for staff to give you the microphone at that time. You can go straight to the point and ask Wen Qiao if he is Mu Yue, and then record it."
The male reporter made an OK gesture: "No problem."
Zhao Tong curled the corners of her mouth and decided to give the fallen dog a beating tonight.
The performance officially began. Lin Xiang stood on the high platform, Wen Qiao sat on a hanging chair suspended in the air, Chun Xiao and Lu Youyou were one sitting and the other standing.
The headlights came on and a spotlight shone on Wen Qiao.
'House of Flying Daggers' is a gripping pipa piece. As soon as the lights came on, Wen Qiao began to pluck the strings.
People say that the pipa is the only instrument that can bring out the momentum of war and iron cavalry. When Wen Qiao played a few syllables, the cold and murderous momentum immediately spread throughout the concert hall, and the audience felt as if they had goose bumps on their bodies.
Fu Nanli sat in the last row, staring at the girl in the ochre-red cheongsam hanging in the air.
It's his girl.
His eyes looked somewhat complicated.
(End of this chapter)