Yu Shu clapped his hands and cursed: "I signed up for the Folk Music Society because I thought you had nothing to do. But day after day, you treat me like a tool. Why am I so miserable?"
Wen Qiao glanced at her and smiled: "Sister, please say less. It will make the work more difficult in the later stage of audio editing."
Yu Shu cursed: "For your beauty, forget it."
The four of them shot a total of five videos, one solo video for each person and one ensemble video.
The snow is falling heavily, the scenery is beautiful and the people are beautiful.
The video was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, and Yu Shu couldn't help but be impressed by the charm of folk music.
These girls truly love folk music and interpret the beauty of folk music with their heart.
Deep down, she actually admired these female students.
After the shoot, Yu Shu sat in the pavilion, crossed his legs and said, "I'm done with this, I'm leaving the group."
Lu Youyou hugged her tightly and said, "Don't even think about it. You are a member of the Folk Music Society in life and the soul of the Folk Music Society in death. Once you come in, don't even think about leaving."
"You guys are still a shady shop."
"Can I treat my sister to hot pot tonight?"
Yu Shu narrowed his eyes at her and said, "If you want to eat, eat the best."
"No problem, the best hot pot restaurant, I've already reserved a table, let's go."
Lu Youyou had originally planned to treat everyone to this meal. After all, she was the president, and such group activities must be paid for by the president.
When she ran to the cashier after eating, the person at the counter told her that the bill had already been paid by a boy in a sweatshirt.
Lu Youyou ran over and pointed at Dong Yao: "Did you pay for it?"
All the girls in the folk music club were stupid. They looked at Dong Yao and said, "Youyou said she would pay the bill, why did you rush to pay for it?"
The question made Dong Yao doubt his life: "Yeah, why would I rush to buy it?"
Lu Youyou stared at him: "So why are you rushing to buy it?"
Five pairs of confused eyes stared at him, and Dong Yao slapped his chopsticks: "I have money and am willing to buy it, is that not okay?"
The four of them all had an 'I see' expression on their faces. Lu Youyou was still unconvinced: "I'm not short of money, okay?"
Dong Yao was too lazy to argue with her: "Next time you treat me, I won't grab it."
Lu Youyou looked like "that's better".
Wen Qiao doesn't like to post selfies of her daily life on social media, but Lu Youyou likes it.
Lu Youyou can post more than ten messages on the screen every day.
So, Fu Nanli was watching a live broadcast and saw where they went to play.
Wen Qiao and his friends stayed in Hangzhou for two days, took the cable car, burned incense, and admired the lake.
Arrived home at six o'clock the next evening.
The snow had stopped. There was a thick layer of snow in the corner of the door. The yard door was open and the lights were on in the living room. She was wearing a red knitted hat and carrying a suitcase. The moment she pushed open the door, she thought she was seeing things.
Choked by the cold wind, Wen Qiao couldn't help coughing. The man stood up and walked towards her. Wen Qiao looked at her mother nervously and anxiously.
Fu Nanli reached out and grabbed her wrist. Wen Qiao leaned back slightly, looking at Fu Nanli, not daring to move.
His big hands gently patted her back: "Your cold hasn't healed yet, and you ran out to play on a snowy day. Are you cold again?"
The gesture and tone were extremely intimate. Wen Qiao whispered softly, "Why are you here?"
He glanced at her face and applied a little force to her hands: "Can't I come?"
In her panic, Wen Qiao didn't notice the questioning tone in his voice, "My mother doesn't know..."
He had already dragged the person into the living room, the door was closed, and the air conditioner was on in the room, so it was quite warm. Wen Qiao was untying the scarf around her neck while thinking about what to say.
(End of this chapter)