Chapter 56 Passing by
I'm jealous of her being nice to everyone and her smiling at others.
Will baby fat disappear as you grow up?
Xu Jiqing even thought morbidly that it would be great if Su Xia could always be like this.
If Su Xia, such a good girl, becomes beautiful, how many boys of noble birth will love her? To whom will she act coquettishly in such a sweet tone?
If Zhou Zhiyan, the man she likes, regrets his actions, will she look back?
Irresistible imaginations flashed through my mind.
Like nails, they nailed him so hard that he couldn't move, and he was in pain and in a mess.
After class, He Miao borrowed Su Xia's cell phone, saying that he wanted to call home to tell them the good news.
Su Xia waved at her, watched the girl disappear out the back door clutching her pockets, and sat down with a smile.
When I turned around, I met Xu Jiqing's cold eyes.
She had become quite adept at judging his mood, and subconsciously apologized, "Am I writing too loud?"
Su Xiaojuan also said this to her.
From the moment I picked up the pen, I wrote with great force, dong dong dong, like cutting vegetables.
Su Xia sincerely took out an exercise book from the desk, put it on the table, and even changed the pen. "I'm sorry, I won't bother you next class."
Xu Jiqing's thin lips were tense.
He didn't respond, and only spoke after a long time, with a strange tone.
"Is He Miao so powerful that you're willing to be bound to her?"
Su Xia was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was talking about the concerto.
Just pass a note.
I saw it, and there was nothing shameful written in it.
She didn't treat Xu Jiqing as an outsider and explained seriously, "The provincial troupe's "Butterfly Lovers" is originally a cello concerto. He Miao and I will be honored together. It will also show the teachers that we will definitely be able to cooperate well with others when we join the troupe in the future."
What is the second half of the sentence "Prosperity for all"?
Su Xiatian was born an optimist and didn't think about it at all.
Suddenly remembering something else, she uttered an "ah," as if a little embarrassed, her cheeks flushed a faint pink. "We have a unified school audition next Sunday. It's at nine in the morning in the Conservatory's large concert hall. It's open to the public, and you can invite your family to come and watch."
"My mom happened to be out on a business trip, and I have no one to cheer me up. Would you... like to come?"
Seeing that he was unhappy, she subconsciously wanted to coax him and take him out for a walk.
A pair of big eyes, black and bright, with cute curled eyelashes, full of anticipation.
Xu Jiqing has never been to a concert hall.
Compared to his hometown, Jiangcheng is a much more prosperous city, but his living circle has not expanded much.
The two points are the school and the old tube building, and the remaining point is within a three-kilometer radius of the night market. I have to take Xu Jiaojiao with me wherever I go to teach.
He had vaguely heard that one should wear decent clothes when entering a concert hall.
But he only has school uniform.
Xu Jiqing's throat was blocked and he was silent for a long time before he slowly looked away.
"I have classes."
The boy's eyes were cold, as if he had no interest in this matter.
This was the result she expected.
It’s so hard.
He is someone else's older brother and has to earn money to support his family.
Su Xia was a little disappointed, but she still remembered to comfort him, her eyes curved, "That's okay, let's work hard together!"
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It is often rainy in Jiangcheng in autumn.
At the end of November, it rained lightly for a week, and it didn't clear up until early Sunday morning, it was still drizzling.
The dress she wore when she went on stage was a long silk dress with the hem covering her ankles, but the off-shoulder design still made her feel a little cold. Even though Su Xia put on a long coat, she still couldn't stop shivering.
He Miao didn't have that many little skirts. She wore the suit pants she got from her mother. At first glance, she looked a bit like an insurance girl, but she was warmer.
The two signed in at the table at the door and took the number plates. He Miao couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
"Xia Xia, do you want to call your uncle to send some clothes? I see the order is that the affiliated high school goes first, so there's still time."
Su Xia shook her head. "It's very warm inside. I'm easily influenced by the outside world. I need to give myself more psychological hints."
"I watched the New Year's Concert before and the principal cellist of the National Philharmonic was dressed like this, so I tried to convince myself that I was her."
She took two steps forward and found a corner sheltered from the wind.
Su Xia likes beautiful clothes, and it has been the same for several lifetimes.
She was a little vain and couldn't wait to unbutton her coat and pull it down to her forearms to show He Miao.
"The size seems a little tight, but there's only one left in this color, so I just squeezed it in. How's that?"
She has fair skin.
The cold wind made her shoulders turn slightly red, and the misty blue dress made them look like snow.
He Miao looked at Su Xia spinning around in front of him, holding up the hem of her skirt, and said in a daze, "You are just like the elf in the music box."
Su Xia accepted the compliment without hesitation, "Isn't she a princess now?"
He Miao shook his head. "History class said that princesses became very pitiful in the end."
"But elves are different. There aren't so many weird rules. You can be a king when you grow up."
"Then Mr. Xiao He will be my prime minister."
Su Xia followed suit, put on her clothes, and walked briskly to the backstage of the concert hall.
There were some little internet celebrities among the art students, and the bouquets of flowers sent by their admirers were scattered on both sides of the aisle.
Undeterred by these things, she took He Miao's arm and waved it to boost morale, "My dear, the first step in building our nation is to win this battle today!"
He Miao took a deep breath and patted his chest, "Yes, sir!"
Although it was cloudy outside the glass dome, the sunlight was just right.
The two girls looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
The opportunity to join the provincial troupe is precious, and the performance of musical instruments depends a lot on the condition. Few people are willing to tie their fate to the performance of others, and most people still do it on their own.
Round after round of solo performances were all the same songs, playing like a game of Candy Crush, with no novelty at all.
The teacher in charge of audience registration at the door was tired of hearing it.
The volunteer picked up the microphone again and called out two numbers in a row.
After a while, the same piano prelude sounded.
The registration teacher raised his eyelids and forced himself to cheer up. "This is not bad."
Before he could lie down again, the rich tone of the cello flowed into every corner of the concert hall like a handful of spring water, causing all the teachers at the table to look up.
"Which school are you from? Why are you playing concerto right away?"
The two young teachers couldn't contain themselves and ran to the nearby second-floor audience entrance to watch the fun.
I originally just wanted to see who was so bold as to bet so big.
Unexpectedly, the two people on the stage had such a good understanding of each other.
For a full ten minutes, everyone, from the judges in the hall to the spectators outside, was completely silent. It was not until the entire piece was played together and the two girls held hands and bowed to the audience that they came to their senses and involuntarily raised their hands to applaud.
In the silence, the teacher finally noticed the figure standing outside the door.
The boy listened attentively, his back straight and his profile handsome and thin.
She has an outstanding appearance, but her clothes look like they are borrowed.
The white shirt was very clean, but it was obviously a little small. It was tight around the forearm, and the collar was loose, which was a common phenomenon after being washed too many times.
The registration teacher observed him for a moment, then hesitantly stood up and greeted him, "Hello, student. Are you here for the tryouts? You can still enter, but you need to fill out your information here first."
The boy glanced at the registration form.
But he turned around and said, "I'm just passing by."
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