He watched Qin Ying's graceful farewell, and her every frown and smile touched his heart.
The applause in the auditorium flooded the stage like a tide. Qin Ying grasped the hem of her skirt and bowed deeply. She caught a glimpse of the leaders in the front row nodding frequently.
The spotlight made her eyes burn, and in a trance she could still hear the vibration of the strings lingering under her fingertips.
At the side curtain, Wei Zhuolan stood straight, the back of his white shirt had dark marks of sweat, glistening under the incandescent light.
His eyes never left her, complex emotions swirling in them.
His fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the violin case, the thrilling scene just now still vivid in his mind.
He was still worried about Qin Ying's poor condition and that she might not be able to bear the shock just now, but he was also secretly expecting her to show strength beyond imagination.
When the first note flowed out from the strings, Wei Zhuolan's pupils suddenly shrank.
He never thought that the violin that was played as a last-minute instrument could shine so brightly in her hands.
He stared at the stage exit, his bony fingers tightly gripping the edge of the guitar case, his fingertips turning white from the force.
His Adam's apple kept rolling, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of fanaticism and shock.
I originally thought that the gorgeous dress and foot organ prepared for Qin Ying would be enough to make her the focus of the party, but I didn't expect that the violin that came to the rescue would shine so brightly in her hands.
The flowing melody was like a fire, completely igniting the long-suppressed desire in his heart.
"It turns out you are far more dazzling than I imagined..."
He muttered to himself, the stubbornness in his eyes growing stronger, as if he wanted to carve the figure on the stage into his bones.
Now, he is more determined in his inner thoughts:
Such a brilliant Qin Ying should never be confined here. Only I can lead her to a broader world and let her light be seen by the whole world.
Wei Zhuolan took half a step forward almost instinctively, but as soon as his toes left the ground, the surging crowd isolated him like a tide.
He froze in place, his Adam's apple rolling rapidly, his eyes piercing through the crowd of people, fixed on Qin Ying's thin figure.
Zhou Lina and Han Dongmei's excited and joyful screams mixed with the noisy discussions cut his eardrums like a blunt knife.
His fingers curled and unclenched repeatedly at his sides, and he wished he could immediately push through the crowd and protect her behind him.
A boy smiled and patted Qin Ying on the shoulder, with admiration and praise in his eyes.
Wei Zhuolan stared at his movements, his deep eyes instantly filled with anger.
All the muscles in his body were tensed, and every step he took brought up a gust of wind, but when he met everyone's surprised gaze, he suddenly changed his posture and adjusted his sleeves as if nothing had happened.
The burning possessive desire and restrained rationality collided violently in the chest, and were finally suppressed between the lips and teeth.
Han Dongmei and Zhou Lina almost pounced on them.
Zhou Lina's blue shirt rubbed against her sweaty back:
"Squad leader, how are you so amazing! This song gives me goosebumps! You can actually play a Western instrument?"
Han Dongmei handed her an enamel pot filled with half-cold brown sugar water.
"The teachers backstage were all asking about you, saying they want to sign you up for the military performance!"
Qin Ying was surrounded by them. She looked calm on the surface, but her heart was already surging with turmoil.
She took the enamel pot, but saw that her outstretched hand was still shaking.
Being able to hold on until now is already her limit. She was able to finish the performance on stage simply because the violin is the most unforgettable thing that has accompanied her since she was a child.
Immersed in the music, she temporarily forgot the shadow in the storage room, Qin Qinghua's hideous smile, and the despair of being pressed to the ground. At this moment, all of these mixed with the scent of pine were surging in her mind.
The students gathered around, exclaiming in amazement. Qin Ying was about to speak when the crowd suddenly made way. Coach Li of the art troupe came over quickly, clutching the program, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with astonishing brightness.
"Comrade Xiao Qin, the military district performance is in need of talent like you. Would you be willing to submit your program?"
He looked Qin Ying up and down, his eyes fixed on the violin in her hand:
"I'm just curious, who did you learn this technique from?"
Qin Ying's fingertips instantly lost their warmth, and she lowered her eyes to stare at the folds of her skirt. She had just been thinking about saving the situation, but she forgot that it was illogical to play the violin at this time.
She quickly thought of reasons in her mind, swallowed stiffly, and said in a weak voice:
"In the past... there was a teacher who was sent down from the cowshed and taught me occasionally."
"Occasionally?"
Before she could finish her words, a sharp sneer pierced the air.
Gu Ping'an walked towards her clutching a handkerchief embroidered with orchids. Her red skirt shone brightly under the incandescent light, just like the endless jealousy burning in her eyes.
Her fingertips fiercely swiped across Qin Ying's program list, and she deliberately raised her voice:
"It's not enough for a top college entrance exam scorer from the countryside to set up a stall and do business, but he even wants Western music to take the spotlight?"
"Isn't this too coincidental?"
Suddenly someone in the crowd murmured.
Gu Pingan immediately seized the opportunity and turned sharply towards the source of the sound. His voice was as sharp as a knife:
"Isn't it? Last month, the Political Review Department reported a case of someone with a special identity infiltrating an art troupe, using the very trick of 'being personally taught by a famous teacher.'"
She suddenly leaned closer to Coach Li and lowered her voice but spoke clearly:
"Student Qin has such a perfect resume, shouldn't we take a closer look?"
As she spoke, she glanced inconspicuously in the direction of Zhang Hongcheng, the Deputy Minister of the Armed Forces, and quickly winked at a short man in the crowd.
The man nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the corner of the auditorium.
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