The young master is jealous
The evening wind blew gently, and the stage was set up on the field. All the students in the school were present, and because it was a music school, there were all kinds of skills on the stage.
All sorts of great gods showed off their abilities, and the atmosphere was very fiery.
There were all sorts of traffic jams on the way. When Fu Nanli rushed to YangYin, he happened to see Wen Qiao, dressed in red, sitting on the stage and playing the lute.
It was different from the performance in ninth High's auditorium.
The wind from the lakeside blew gently. She was wearing a fiery red long dress made of chiffon material. It wrapped around her soft arms, like a little fairy on a mural, like a dream.
Not only were the students attracted, but even Shang fan, who was singing on stage, couldn't help but look at the girl playing the PIPA in the corner of the stage.
It was supposed to be a small supporting role to accompany him.
But now, she had become the biggest surprise of the show.
The singing of "Jing Zhe" had ignited the enthusiasm of all the students, and everyone was waving the light sticks in their hands.
Lin Xiang was dressed in a Confucian Han Chinese robe, and her flute was playing melodiously. Chun Xiao was usually a soft and cute loli, but this time, she was beating the drum with great power, forming a visual contrast.
Lu Youyou was dressed in a white dress, and her zither was ethereal and beautiful.
As for Wen Qiao, every move, every frown, and every smile of hers deeply tugged at the hearts of the audience below the stage.
It was beautiful!
Superb zither skills!
Her beauty dominated the entire scene, and she deserved it.
Xu Lu couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled Zhao Tong. let's go.
Zhao Tong lifted her chin. let's go, let's go. I've dragged down yet another performance that should have been exciting. Wen Qiao is really a jinx. She caused me to lose my fan of another celebrity.
Fu Nanli stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the people on the stage through the sea of people.
As the night breeze blew, Wen Qiao could feel a different gaze on her.
She raised her eyes to look for that different gaze.
The wind lifted her veil, and she looked beautiful. The wind seemed to have a mind of its own as it blew her veil, and the veil that was loosely placed behind her ear was blown up by the wind.
Just as the last note was played, Wen Qiao instinctively reached out to grab it, but she couldn't.
The veil was blown to Shang fan. Shang fan casually grabbed it, and the veil that still carried her warmth fell into his palm.
Fu Nanli watched helplessly as the two of them on stage locked gazes,'looking at each other affectionately'.
His face was gloomy.
Shang fan walked up to Wen Qiao and hugged her.
This was no different from Mars crashing into earth. It was like pouring a bucket of oil onto the fire in young master Fu's heart. Fu Nanli's expression was extremely dark.
There were four acting students, but Shang fan only hugged Wen Qiao. What this meant was self-evident.
At the end of the crowd, Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli. She pushed Shang fan aside and said, " alright, we're going down.
She took the veil from his hand, picked up the lute, and hurriedly got off the stage with Lu Youyou and the others.
As Shang fan still had another song to perform, the students 'attention was still on the stage. Wen Qiao passed the lute to Lu Youyou. help me bring it back.
He then lifted the hem of his dress and walked through the crowd, walking to the camphor tree. Fu Nanli's hands were in his pockets, and his knuckles were turning white.
"You're here." The girl didn't seem to notice his displeasure.
Fu Nanli's jawline was tensed up, and he exuded a cold and forbidding aura as he turned to leave the field.
With his long legs, Wen Qiao had to run two steps with each step he took. She lifted her complicated skirt and followed behind him with difficulty.
"What's wrong with you? Are you tired from the flight?"
She had an ingratiating smile on her face, but she was dazed and lazy, not understanding why he was angry.