Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled heavily as he placed the enamel pot on his knees. The bottom of the cup rubbed against the fabric of his military pants, making a crackling sound.
He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, suppressing the irritation in his heart. Perhaps what Tan Jiahe said was right.
Then wait a little longer.
Soon, Wei Zhuolan came back with the violin, and there were only five minutes left before Qin Ying's show.
She had already changed into a white dress and was waiting in the dressing room, her expression visibly nervous.
She took the piano handed to her by Wei Zhuolan, and the cold touch of the metal buckle brought her back to her senses - there was no time.
Qin Ying took a deep breath, tried to calm her inner fear and panic, and quickly adjusted it.
The announcer's standard voice came from outside the auditorium, and the voice could be heard through the metal microphone:
"Now, please enjoy the School of Medicine's grand finale—the violin solo "Butterfly Lovers," performed by Qin Ying, a student from the Clinical Medicine Class 1."
Qin Ying took a deep breath and tried to calm her inner fear and panic.
There was silence in the audience at first, followed by sporadic applause and occasional discussions.
Tan Jiahe slapped his thigh suddenly, and his military pants collided with the wooden chair with a dull sound:
"Hey! I told you my sister-in-law should be the finale! But there aren't many people in our military art troupe who can perform this foreign stuff. Can they really pull it off?"
He leaned forward to look at Fu Hanzhou, only to see him staring at the stage entrance, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and the enamel pot in his hand squeaking.
The moment the spotlight came on, Qin Ying appeared on the side curtain in a white dress.
Fu Hanzhou's back straightened instantly, and tea overflowed from the edge of the enamel pot, leaving dark marks on his military uniform.
He didn't respond, but he began to worry.
There are not many people in the violin troupe who can play it. Qin Ying can?
While he was still confused, Qin Ying, dressed in an elegant white dress, stepped on the beam of light and slowly walked to the center of the stage under everyone's attention.
Fu Hanzhou's eyes were fixed on her, and Gu Ping'an's words kept coming back to his mind.
Wei Zhuolan turned down the transfer order from the Propaganda Department for her and used Wei Zhongchao's connections to get a position.
All this made him feel very uncomfortable.
Qin Ying skillfully placed the violin on her shoulder and began to play.
At first, her movements were a little stiff, but soon she was immersed in the music.
The melodious melody echoed in the auditorium, and everyone was amazed by her performance.
Below the stage, the school leaders in the front row sat up slightly straighter with a focused look on their faces. The students in the back of the auditorium unconsciously leaned forward, craning their necks to listen.
The soldiers in the back row put down the enamel pots in their hands, supported their knees with their hands and listened attentively.
There were whispers not far from where Fu Hanzhou was sitting:
"I heard that Squad Leader Qin was originally going to play the pedal organ. But who knew that the pedal organ broke down, and Teacher Wei had to use this violin as a last-minute backup. It's said that it was a gift from a friend who went abroad..."
Fu Hanzhou paused as he held the teacup in his hand. These words pierced his heart like a thorn.
It turned out that Qin Ying's performance was not the finale, but because the props were broken.
That's why she didn't play just now.
Wei Zhuolan really spared no effort and was omnipresent in the name of work.
Thinking of how they had been getting along these days, his temples began to throb.
The more Qin Ying shone on the stage, the more he felt that Wei Zhuolan was hiding a conspiracy.
When she refused Wei Zhuolan's offer of an umbrella, he believed her coldness and indifference; but now she calmly accepted his rescue. Has all that protection in the name of work already become tacit approval?
At this moment, Qin Ying's music on the stage was getting better and better. Her jade-like fingers fluttered on the strings like butterflies, and the melody of "Butterfly Lovers" came to her face with the scent of pine.
"Is this really my brother's wife?!"
Tan Jiahe had picked up the teacup and had forgotten to bring it to his lips. At this moment, he put it on the table with a "thump", and the tea in the enamel pot splashed onto his military uniform.
"Oh, I didn't expect my sister-in-law to play so well. We don't have many Western instruments here. I've been attending performances in the military auditorium for ten years, and I've never heard such a captivating piece of music!"
He had an expression of disbelief on his face. He looked at the stage while squinting at Fu Hanzhou:
"I thought she only knew how to read, but this piece she plays is even more authentic than the 'Western instruments' the art troupe announcer mentioned!"
Zhao Yu nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on Qin Ying's flying fingers:
"This technique... must have taken a lot of effort. An average person wouldn't be able to pull it off."
He turned to look at Fu Hanzhou, but saw that he was staring at the stage, his Adam's apple rolling constantly, and the blue veins on his forehead jumping slightly with the melody.
The eyes of several girls sitting in the front row were slightly moist, as if the sound of the piano had touched the softest part of their hearts.
A girl whispered:
"This song is so beautiful. I have never heard such a moving melody."
Some people close their eyes and immerse themselves in this wonderful music, as if they are in another world.
The boys in the back row, who had been whispering about the broken pedal organ, now fell silent.
They were attracted by Qin Ying's performance, with surprise and admiration in their eyes.
A boy said:
"I didn't expect her to play so well. She's as good as those in the art troupe."
Seeing all these people praising Qin Ying, some people around her didn't know whether it was out of jealousy, and their tone was sarcastic:
"This level is not something that ordinary people can achieve."
"He's the top scorer in the college entrance exam, can play the organ, and can even play the violin. He suddenly has so many skills, and I don't know where he learned them..."
"You are blatantly jealous. Perhaps Qin Ying's parents are both intellectuals."
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