Chapter 25 Dryness
When Lin Qingxu arrived, there were only a few people left in the waiting area. The air conditioner was still on. She took off the coat that covered her dress and folded it neatly on an empty chair nearby.
The girl in front of her accidentally made eye contact with her, but her gaze never shifted away.
You look at me, I look at you, Lin Qingxu blinked, feeling a little embarrassed because of her beauty shame.
Noticing Lin Qingxu's unnatural expression, the girl scratched her head, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she mustered up the courage to say, "Classmate, your lipstick color looks really nice. Could you tell me what brand it is?"
Lin Qingxu wasn't really sure, as the makeup artist had brought it herself. Lin Qingxu tried to recall the packaging of the money, vaguely remembering the letters on it, and then softly told the girl the brand name.
"But I'm not sure about the shade."
"Great." Seeing Lin Qingxu's reply, the girl immediately asked, "I'm from Class 3, which class are you from?"
"Class 1."
"Oh."
"I'll play the violin later. What will you play?"
"piano."
"Wow."
Lin Qingxu didn't know how to answer. She always found it difficult to cope with such sudden enthusiasm.
The wait wasn't long. The girl held Lin Qingxu's hand and talked for a long time. When the host called the third group to perform, the girl reluctantly left... and then came back, her eyes sparkling: "Can I add you as my friend?"
"good."
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On this star-studded night, we gather here to enjoy this visual and auditory feast. Music is the language of the human soul, transcending national boundaries, time and space, and reaching the softest corners of our hearts.
——And the piano, known as the "King of Musical Instruments," with its black and white keys...
The host was reading the script on the stage.
Qiao Yang leaned towards Kan Zhao and asked, "Is this Lin Qingxu's?"
"Yeah." Kan Zhao turned off the screen of his mobile phone, raised his eyes and looked ahead.
Qiao Yang leaned back again and said to the person over there, "I'm dying of laughter."
"Just now, Fang Hao and his group put on a ridiculous show. Not only did they only half sing the five notes, but their aesthetics were so non-mainstream. The judges' faces turned green. Help! I really thought they were so powerful that they dared to speak so arrogantly to us."
"Then Qi Ke didn't help at all. Is he an undercover agent who specifically found a place to embarrass them?"
"With this level, Ruan Yanyan can get higher scores than them even if she just screams a few times on stage."
Ruan Yanyan: "Qiao Yang, are you sick? Why are you trying to put me down?"
I still didn't feel relieved after scolding him, so I reached out and hit him.
"OK OK, I was wrong." Qiao Yang admitted defeat.
The lights suddenly dimmed.
They stopped making noise and all stared towards the stage.
The man on the stage raised his hand and then lowered it.
The first note spread out in the silent air, creating ripples.
The audience seats, which were originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet.
The light poured down like moonlight, shining on the person in the center. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the bright figure on the stage.
The girl sat upright in front of the piano, her pure white skirt hanging down like clouds, her fingers on the keys complementing the cold white halo.
Sometimes the fingertips lightly touch the keys, bringing out a hazy and soft sound; sometimes they press down heavily, letting the rich sound fill the entire hall.
As the music reached its climax, her forearms naturally sank, and the octaves burst out with amazing power under her fingers, but in an instant they turned into tiny tremolos.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the girl on the stage; even those who had dozed off with their eyes closed regained their spirits and looked at the stage.
Including Kan Zhao.
His eyes were on Lin Qingxu from beginning to end. He saw the black hair hanging in front of her shoulders trembling with her movements, which contrasted particularly clearly with her fair skin.
The collision of black and white reminded him of that night again—
It was the end of the weekend. After playing a few games with Qiao Yang and the others, everyone went to do their homework.
The workload at Nanhua is very heavy, and as an experimental class, the workload is constantly increasing.
Kan Zhao hasn't done much writing since he finished two physics test papers on Friday.
He took inventory and found that he still needed to complete five papers and one essay in all subjects.
He certainly couldn't finish it in one night by himself.
Kan Zhenzhong and Fang Yun were watching TV in the living room. It was naturally impossible for Kan Zhao to walk straight from his doorstep to Lin Qingxu with his homework.
He opened the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony and climbed over the guardrail next door with ease.
I knocked on the door a few times but got no response.
The light is still on.
Kan Zhao pushed open the glass door and found that no one was in the bedroom.
The faint sound of piano slowly flowed towards him. Kan Zhao walked towards the sound, and the decibel of the piano sound gradually increased.
The piano room was not closed.
The night mist condensed into water droplets on the windowpanes. Moonlight crept in along the diamond-shaped patterns in the window lattice, giving the piano and the person sitting in front of it a watery hue.
Her wrist raised, and it dropped as lightly as a snowflake touching the ground, and the scattered skirt piled up on the piano stool.
The gauze curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows fluttered in the wind, resonating with the jet-black hair and the vibrating strings, producing tiny specks of light.
The metaphor seems too exaggerated, but in fact only in this way can it reflect the hazy, sacred and incomparable feeling in Kan Zhao's heart.
She hadn't touched the piano for a long time and looked young and serious.
The long eyelashes cast fine shadows on the piano cover, trembling slightly with the movement of the fingers.
The white feet stepped on the pedals, occasionally exerting force, and the green meridians on the ankles became particularly obvious, turning into translucent green scales, cruising in the tributaries of the dream.
So ReMi Mi Fa
The sound of falling leaves outside the window became clearer.
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—Thank you to Lin Qingxu from Class 1, Grade 11, for your wonderful performance! Those vibrant notes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminated us...
After the handover, Lin Qingxu came down from the stage and headed towards the exit.
It was completely dark outside, and a cold wind blew in from somewhere because a door was not closed.
It's a bit cold.
Lin Qingxu folded his arms and planned to go back to the waiting area to get his coat.
A person walked towards him. It was Qi Ke. "Lin Qingxu."
Lin Qingxu looked up.
"Lin Xiaoxiao."
She saw Kan Zhao appear from behind Qi Ke and call her.
"Kan Zhao." Lin Qingxu trotted towards him, brushing past Qi Ke. "It's so cold outside."
Kan Zhao handed the hot pack in his pocket to Lin Qingxu.
The warmth spread from his palms to his whole body, and Lin Qingxu felt as if he had come back a little bit alive.
"Where are your clothes? You're just wearing this?" Kan Zhao took off his school uniform jacket and put it on her.
"Of course not. It's over there in the waiting area. Go get it."
The coat still carried Kan Zhao's body heat, and Lin Qingxu felt better after feeling the warmth. The temperature difference between the outside and inside was quite large.
As they were talking, a bony hand appeared before them, clutching a thick white coat, which belonged to Lin Qingxu.
"Yours." Qi Ke looked at Lin Qingxu, "The clothes fell on the ground, so I brought them to you."
Only then did Lin Qingxu notice him.
"Thanks."
Lin Qingxu didn't know what else to say.
After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other, and their relationship in class didn’t seem to be very good.
But even after saying that, Qi Ke still didn't leave. He probably had something to say, but he just looked at Lin Qingxu without saying anything.
Kan Zhao took the coat and put it on Lin Qingxu, "Hand." He acted as if no one was around.
"Oh." Lin Qingxu put his hand into his sleeve, and Kan Zhao pulled the coat necklace to the top, covering his entire neck.
He nodded to Qi Ke, then took Lin Qingxu's hand and walked towards the audience.
Lin Qingxu followed him, "Wait a moment, Kan Zhao, I have to go to the waiting room first."
"Didn't I bring the clothes here specially for you?" The tone of his voice could not be heard.
"Mom stewed some white fungus for us in the steamer over there. I put that in the waiting room as well."
"Oh right." Lin Qingxu suddenly thought, "Why did you come out so suddenly? Didn't you tell me your location?"
It was cold in Yicheng at night. There was a vent on the stage, and the exit was also in the vent. Kan Zhao knew without thinking that she was cold, so he came out to pick her up. But he didn't say anything, only saying: "There are no lights in the auditorium, and I don't think you can find it."
"All right."
"Lin Xiaoxiao, are you wearing makeup?"
"Is it obvious? They said it was fake natural makeup."
"Um."
Although the evening wind was very cold, Kan Zhao felt a surge of restlessness in his heart.
It started when Lin Qingxu came on stage, and it was even worse when he just met Qi Ke.
He suddenly had a secret urge to hide her.
It's like holding a shining treasure in your hand, and you don't want others to covet it.
"Plop."
He heard the sound of falling into the water.
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Actually, it was originally planned that Lin Qingxu had pink hair, but it seems weird to put it in the novel [cat claw][cat claw][cat claw]
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