After a week of rehearsal, the performance repertoire has been preliminarily finalized.
At the end of the evening, Wei Zhuolan issued another notice that they would rehearse with the comrades in the art troupe in the remaining three days, and students who did not have classes tomorrow would go to decorate the auditorium.
Finally, we don’t have to rehearse at night.
Qin Ying finished rehearsal, looked at the dark clouds rolling outside the auditorium, and clenched the straps of her canvas bag.
The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain tonight.
Fu Hanzhou's jeep had not yet appeared, but the raindrops were already falling.
It's still a long way from here to the school gate. You'll get soaked if you walk there.
She hid under the eaves of the auditorium and watched the rain flow into streams on the bluestone slabs.
Suddenly, someone put a piece of clothing over her head, and Wei Zhuolan's voice fell with a warm breath:
"I'm afraid Captain Fu can't come. How about I take you back to the dormitory?"
He slid his palm down her shoulder, and she suddenly turned sideways, her back hitting the brick wall hard.
"No, thanks, Teacher Wei."
Qin Ying's voice trembled with obvious shaking.
"Captain Fu is late again."
Wei Zhuolan's voice was gentle, as if he was coaxing someone, and he held down Qin Ying's hand as she tried to take off her clothes:
"Have you thought about what I said last time? He's just a machine carrying out a mission. He made you stand in the rain for so long..."
Qin Ying's whole body tensed up, and just as she was about to step back, her lower back was pressed against the brick wall.
Wei Zhuolan took a few steps closer to her.
"Are you so afraid of me? Why did I give up the opportunity to go into politics to become a counselor? You know it well."
Qin Ying frowned, her back pressed against the wall, her breathing becoming tense.
"Teacher Wei, please move aside."
"Do you think you can rest easy by marrying him? Hasn't Zhao Shunxi's incident awakened you?"
He suddenly hooked the rubber band at the end of her hair, and his fingertips slowly tightened the black rubber ring:
"Be my Qionghua, and I will never let you fall into danger again."
The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the rain. Qin Ying looked at the army-green figure illuminated by lightning in the distance. Just as she was about to speak, Wei Zhuolan suddenly pulled off the rubber band.
Her black hair fell like a waterfall, with a few strands sticking to her fair cheeks.
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