"Mom~" Chu Qingning said coquettishly, "Can't you just give me some reaction?"
Ye Fanzhi glanced at the camera: "Oh, the Arc de Triomphe."
"Mom!" Chu Qingning stomped her feet angrily. Ye Fanzhi was like this every time. She didn't care about anything except work.
Ye Fanzhi was a little annoyed. She stopped typing, stroked her glasses, and looked at Chu Qingning in the video with her beautiful eyes without makeup.
This is the mature version of Chu Qingning. She is the principal and a deputy director-level cadre. She is very majestic and has a scholarly air. This woman exudes charm all over her body.
"Mom, I showed you a panoramic view of the Arc de Triomphe."
Seeing that Ye Fanzhi cooperated with her, Chu Qingning stepped back to take a panoramic photo of the Arc de Triomphe. The camera zoomed in, and Ye Fanzhi saw Lin Can's handsome figure walking through the camera, walked to Ayire's side, and slapped his butt.
Ye Fanzhi frowned slightly.
“Ah~”
Suddenly, Chu Qingning screamed in the video.
Ye Fanzhi came back to her senses: "What are you doing?"
Chu Qingning got up from the ground and pointed the camera at an old Chinese man in front of her.
"Sorry, sorry, uncle, I accidentally bumped into you. Let me help you up."
Chu Qingning helped the old man up.
The old man really got up and didn't lie around.
Ye Fanzhi in the video breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ye Fanzhi had held a meeting at school, advocating for doing good deeds and promoting the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young, which was the general direction, privately, she had reminded Chu Qingning to take videos when she encountered old men and women being helped, so as not to cause trouble.
At this time, Chu Qingning helped the old man up and said, "Are you okay, uncle?"
Uncle: "It's okay."
Chu Qingning squatted down to pick up the guzheng and saw that a string was broken: "I'm sorry, uncle, I broke it for you. I'll compensate you."
"You didn't break it. It just broke. I'm waiting here for my friend to come and fix it."
The old man showed a look of relief. It is normal to meet Chinese people in Paris, but it is particularly heartwarming to meet a Chinese person wearing traditional cultural costumes. It can be said that his eyes were a little moist. The older generation has more feelings for traditional culture.
"I'll help you fix it."
"You will."
"Um."
Chu Qingning placed the zither on the small table next to the old man, took off a hair ornament from her head, wrapped it around the strings, pulled it skillfully, and then fastened it to the other end of the guzheng.
"Uncle, do you have any accessories?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I brought them all, for you."
The old man took out a small bag, and Chu Qingning found some accessories and began to concentrate on repairing the guzheng.
"Master, do you like the guzheng?"
"I like it. I'm looking for something to pass the time when I'm old. I just learned it. Little girl, I didn't expect you to be able to repair this?"
"I know a little bit. Please wait a moment, it will be fixed soon."
"Okay, okay, that's amazing! I haven't seen a girl wearing Hanfu in a long time."
Chu Qingning smiled and then concentrated on repairing the guzheng.
The mobile phone was placed on the table and the video continued. Ye Fanzhi stopped working and drank tea. Her beautiful eyes looked at her beloved daughter on the other end of the video. She knew that her daughter had liked Chinese style since she was a child and her dream was to wear Hanfu to Paris.
Seeing her daughter's proud, confident and happy look, Ye Fanzhi smiled with satisfaction.
After all, Chu Qingning is her life.
After a while, it was fixed.
Chu Qingning tested the sound: "I've adjusted the sound for you, try it."
Grandpa: "Thank you, thank you. You are so good, you must be good at playing the guzheng too, right?"
Chu Qingning smiled: "Uh...it's okay."
Uncle: "Would you like to play a song for me?"
Chu Qingning hesitated for a moment. In fact, as a fan of traditional Chinese cars and a music student, she would feel itchy when she saw musical instruments.
"Uh... let me try. Mom, what do you want to hear me play? I'll play a song for you today."
Ye Fanzhi put down the teacup and opened her red lips slightly: "Two tigers."
"Mom~~~" Chu Qingning complained coquettishly.
Ye Fanzhi finally smiled, it was just a sweet smile, but very beautiful: "I like whatever you want to talk about."
"Okay, I'll play a classic piece for you."
Chu Qingning put down her cell phone, stroked her gold-embroidered Tang Dynasty Hanfu robe, and sat down at the table.
Chu Qingning took out a veil and hung it on both sides of her ears, leaving only the upper half of her face exposed.
A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the black hair and making the veil float.
The slender fingers raised up, then dropped, and the index finger swept the string: "Zheng——"
The sound of China, which has been lingering for thousands of years, spreads in all directions like ripples from the lawn in front of the Arc de Triomphe.
Chu Qingning sat in the front car, with the Arc de Triomphe right in front of her.
With a pluck of the strings, it was like a Chinese dragon soul attacking the Arc de Triomphe.
A song of blue and white porcelain with the color of sky blue and misty rain sounded in front of the Arc de Triomphe.
The old man next to her was stunned. As soon as she plucked the strings, his heart trembled. He could feel that this girl looked weak, but she had great aura when playing the piano.
At this time, people passing by stopped and gathered around when they heard the guzheng.
Not far away, Lin Can and his friends were taking pictures and heard the sounds of the ancient town coming from not far away.
Ayire looked back and said, "Fuck! Chu Qingning really came to Paris to mess things up."
"What?" Lin Can turned around and saw Chu Qingning playing Blue and White Porcelain in the crowd.
Lin Miaomiao: "Why are you standing there? Go over and take a look."
Knock knock knock~
A group of people ran over, gathered outside, and listened to the song "Blue and White Porcelain" with many foreigners around.
Several street performers were playing sagas and violins nearby, and the onlookers were drawn in by the beautiful ancient sounds of the guzheng.
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