Chapter 441 Literary Performance

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Qingxi, Mo Ya and Xia Qingshu all put food into her bowl. Xia Guyu immediately became happy and said while eating:

"You are still good to me."

In a relaxed and happy atmosphere, everyone finished their meal and prepared to leave.

When Su Xiangnan sent Mo Ya and Xia Guyu away, Xia Qingxi deliberately whispered a few words to him. After listening to him, he smiled quickly, waved to Xia Qingxi, and left happily.

After they left, the second uncle's family also prepared to go back. Looking at Su Xiangxi, thinking about what happened yesterday, knowing that the source of all his future sufferings came from Mo Xiaoxiao, Xia Qingqing hesitated whether to remind him.

But after thinking about it, she didn't know how to remind him not to like Mo Xiaoxiao? But how can people control their emotions? From his performance yesterday, he has completely fallen into it.

What's more, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't do anything excessive now. If she said these things now, he would undoubtedly feel that she was provoking him.

So in the end, she didn't say anything.

After everyone had left, Lu Jingchen helped his wife sit on a chair to rest, and asked:

"What did you just say to Su Xiangnan? I think he was very happy."

Xia Qingling smiled, as if she had expected Lu Jingchen to be curious, and did not hide the truth from him, and replied:

"I just told him that my mother simply likes Mo Ya's diligence and ability, and has no intention of treating her as a daughter-in-law, nor does she want to match her with my brother, so he can rest assured."

In fact, Xia Qingling knew that his mother Guo Yumei knew better than anyone else. She knew that her brother's leg could not be cured, so she never dared to have the idea of ​​marrying a girl who was above her status.

She would never even think of marrying a girl like Mo Ya, who had a good figure, was beautiful, and was in the art troupe.

"Yeah." Lu Jingchen nodded and replied:

"No wonder he smiled so happily when he left."

"You said that Third Brother obviously cares so much about Moya, why doesn't he show it?" Xia Qingqing asked Lu Jingchen in confusion.

"He may be planning something." Lu Jingchen said thoughtfully, and then came over to help his wife up:

"Go back to the room, I'll help you massage your legs."

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In the blink of an eye, it's the New Year. Basically, the soldiers in the army are not allowed to go home for the New Year. In order to comfort everyone, the army will prepare a large-scale art performance every year. The

current art performance is also held in the evening, starting at six o'clock after dinner and ending at ten o'clock in the evening.

Considering that it was dark and the road was difficult to walk, Xia Qingling originally planned not to go, but when Lu Jingchen saw his brother and his friends were looking forward to it, he finally called the guard to have someone drive over, and the whole family went there together.

When they arrived at the auditorium, Lu Jingchen thoughtfully arranged a seat for her at the front to avoid being squeezed by others.

The concert started on time at six o'clock. The art troupe carefully prepared more than ten programs for everyone, including songs, dances, single-string singing, chorus, piano solo...

After an exciting song, the second program was the vocal ensemble "Yellow River. Boatman's Song". Looking at Hao Aihua playing the piano on the stage, Huo Xiaoling, who was sitting in the corner, could not hide her jealousy.

But she soon comforted herself. Although Hao Aihua was on stage today, she would not be in the limelight.

Because Mo Xiaoxiao, the teacher, would have a piano solo performance. Everyone's attention would be on Mo, and no one would notice her.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel schadenfreude.

Soon the show was halfway through. Su Xiangnan stretched his neck to wait for the next show. When he saw the performers come out, Mo Ya was not on the stage. He was obviously disappointed and couldn't help but say to Lu Jingchen next to him:

"Why hasn't it been their show yet?"

"Whose show?" Lu Jingchen asked seriously, knowing the answer.

"Whose show are you talking about?" Su Xiangnan rolled his eyes at him, looking anxiously at the stage, waiting for the next show.

"Why are you in such a hurry? No matter whose show it is, it will start soon." Lu Jingzhen said calmly.

"It's easy to talk without any pain in your waist. Your wife's show is not on, so you are not in a hurry." Su Xiangnan looked at Lu Jingzhen with dissatisfaction.

"So..." Lu Jingzhen paused for a moment, then asked back:

"Your wife's show?"

Looking at Lu Jingzhen's expressionless face, Su Xiangnan felt for the first time that this face deserved a beating.

Under the "questioning" eyes of the other party, Su Xiangnan could only bite the bullet and reluctantly spit out two words:

"No."

"Then why are you so anxious?"

"Watching the show." Su Xiangnan was "angry and embarrassed" and turned around, no longer paying attention to Lu Jingchen, and angrily threw out a sentence:

"Don't talk to me!"

So the two of them didn't talk anymore. After a show was over, Lu Jingchen glanced to the side and reminded in a deep voice:

"The flower is pressed."

Su Xiangnan didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but after hearing what he said, he immediately turned his head and looked at the flower behind him.

He found that it was not pressed, and then he realized that Lu Jingchen was playing a trick on him, and immediately glared at him.

At this time, the announcer walked onto the stage and spoke loudly into the microphone in a resonant voice:

"Now, please enjoy the piano solo "Grassland. Female Militia", performed by Mo Xiaoxiao."

The light shone on the center of the stage. Mo Xiaoxiao, wearing a red dress, sat upright on the stage. Her slender fingers fell on the keys, and the notes began to float out...

Because Xia Qingying had played "Yellow River" on the stage before, that majestic shock was still in everyone's hearts. Now, when they heard Mo Xiaoxiao playing such a soothing song, no one showed any excitement.

When the head of the troupe Mu heard the piano, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She clearly felt that Mo Xiaoxiao's performance was not as good as it was two years ago. Although there were no mistakes, it was too conventional and there were no highlights.

After the song was finished, Mo Xiaoxiao stood on the stage and bowed to everyone. The audience in the audience did not react enthusiastically like they did when Xia Qingying finished playing before. They just clapped symbolically.

Mo Xiaoxiao walked down the stage with her head held high, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally looking at Su Xiangnan who was sitting in the second row, thinking that he must have been amazed by her performance just now.

For this performance, she even wore such a beautiful red dress. She believed that whether it was her appearance or her piano playing, it was enough to fascinate Su Xiangnan who had never seen the world.

Mo Xiaoxiao's performance did fascinate one person, that is Su Xiangxi who was sitting in the last few rows. From the time she came on stage to the time she left the stage, his eyes never left her for a second.

That touch of red was deeply reflected in his eyes and engraved in his heart at the same time.

During the third-to-last program, Su Xiangnan finally saw the person he wanted to see. When he saw the girl, the fatigue on Su Xiangnan's face was instantly wiped away.

Mo Ya and her friends performed the classic dance "Youth". Although Mo Ya was not the main dancer, her every turn, rise and fall, and rotation... were very agile, as if flying in Su Xiangnan's heart.

There were so many people on the stage, and he could only see the girl with two red ribbons.

After all the programs were performed, the actors went on stage and bowed to the audience, and the audience in the audience also applauded and thanked everyone for their performances.

After thanking the audience, the actors slowly walked off the stage. Mo Xiaoxiao looked at Su Xiangnan holding a large bouquet of colorful flowers, with a smile on his face, walking towards him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.