"But the quota for violinists in the art troupe is full. Can I really get in?"
Hearing that there was still hope, Song Ruanruan's crying subsided.
"Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely find a way to send you to the art troupe."
"real?"
"Of course it's true. When has Mom ever lied to you?"
Song Ruanruan bit her lip and said angrily, "Mom, what happened yesterday? Brother He was clearly drunk and you sent him to her room. Why wasn't he here the next day?"
Otherwise, according to the original plan, Song Zhi and Tang Junhe would be a pair, and the violin quota would definitely fall into her hands.
Lin Wanru was also puzzled.
"Maybe he woke up and left early."
It takes two to catch an adulterer. Although she was sure that something must have happened between Song Zhi and Tang Junhe, she couldn't say anything without evidence.
"Don't worry, Ruan Ruan, you are also surnamed Song now, and I have saved all the good things of the Song family for you. What belongs to Song Zhi is yours, don't worry. I will think of a way for you."
"Um!"
With Lin Wanru's assurance, Song Zhi burst into laughter.
*
On the other side, Song Zhi, who was wrapped tightly like a little penguin, slowly came to the outside of the piano room.
From a distance, the melodious sound of violin could be heard coming from the practice room. A young girl stood outside the window, staring blankly into the classroom.
The other person had two pigtails and was wearing a red scarf, and Song Zhi quickly recognized her.
Her name is Fu Hongdie. She is the best female violinist among their group of students. However, she was not selected for the art troupe's recruitment this time.
It wasn’t because she played the piano badly, nor because of any problems with her performance on the spot, but because of Fu Hongdie’s family situation.
Among Fu Hongdie’s relatives, there are capitalist-roaders.
Her family was implicated and life in the compound was not easy.
Hearing the footsteps, the other party also turned around.
I have to say that Fu Hongdie is really beautiful, with a tall stature, slender legs, and a delicate oval face. Her skin is as white as fresh snow under the red scarf.
When Fu Hongdie saw Song Zhi, she quickly looked away and turned away.
The little girl has a somewhat cold personality.
Song Zhi looked at Fu Hongdie's back, thought for a moment, and called out to her.
"Fu Hongdie, wait a moment."
Fu Hongdie obviously didn't expect Song Zhi to call her, so she stopped, turned around and looked at her.
"Hello, what's up?"
The other party was very polite, but also revealed a slight sense of alienation.
Song Zhi walked over and stood in front of Fu Hongdie.
She asked, "Do you want to join the art troupe?"
Fu Hongdie was stunned for a moment.
"I have a spot here that I can give to you."
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