Chapter 198
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 198: Will he come?
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âWhat a despicable man,â Lin Xiang raised her eyebrows.
âThere arenât many days left, letâs make good use of our time to practice,â said Wen Qiao.
When they went to the cafeteria for dinner, they met Jin Xuan, but they didnât see Zhao Tong. Lady Zhao didnât come to the cafeteria to eat these days. She was cooking outside to avoid running into a group of bandits like them.
Jin Xuan walked with them to the table with the plates and âkindlyâ said, the Folk Music Department canât do anything on its own now. I advise you to transfer to Western music as well. The school should encourage you.
Wen Qiao smiled. I just hope that one day when folk music becomes popular, a traitor like you wonât shamelessly request to return to the Department of folk music.
Jin Xuan was taken aback and couldnât help but size Wen Qiao up. wishes are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Then I wish you all the best.
âTraitors, donât block the way. Youâre dirtying our path,â Lu Youyou said.
Jin Xuan raised her eyebrows. you donât have to give me so much of an opinion. In this world, success and failure have always been the deciding factor for heroes. You canât eat a backbone, and self-respect is not worth much. After you graduate, youâll realize the cruelty of this society. Whether itâs performing or being a teacher, the demand for Western music graduates is always high. And you people from the Folk Music Department might only be able to mix in some unknown small theater that appreciates folk music. The audience is also sparse, and you wonât even be able to pay your salary for performing a performance. When the time comes, youâll know that Iâve put in a lot of thought into what Iâm saying today.â
Wen Qiao raised her brows. thank you for the trouble. Take care of yourself first. Can you pass the violinist test? â Will you be able to graduate successfully?â
Jin Xuan looked at the backs of those people and shook her head. They were really stubborn and hopeless.
The day before Thanksgiving, they were almost done rehearsing. Lu Youyou swiped her phone and said, â âWeâll be going to the Wen CI art Center tomorrow morning for the rehearsal.â
Lu Youyou was both the president and the stylist.
âWhat are we going to wear tomorrow?â
âHow about a cheongsam?â Chun Xiao suggested.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIâm not used to wearing that kind of body wrap,â Lin Xiang snorted.
âThen youâll wear a plain-colored long shirt.â
Lu Youyou raised her eyebrows and asked,âdonât you play in traditional Chinese clothing?â Donât tell me thereâs even a cheongsam?â
one of my best friends in high school. Sheâs in Fu Kai University. She likes to collect cheongsam, and there are all kinds of them.
Fu Kai University happened to be next to Yang Yin, and they lived in the same living area. Chun Xiaoâs best friend quickly sent a large bag of cheongsam over.
this androgynous long shirt is for Lin Xiang. Youyou, you wear the crescent white one, Iâll wear the peacock green one, and Qiaoqiao will wear this, the rouged one. What do you think? â
The workmanship of these cheongsam was excellent. They were made of velvet fabric and indistinctly inlaid with gold thread. One look and one could tell that they were expensive.
That day, Wen Qiao and the others brought the costumes to the Wen CI art Center. There was not only a performance by Central Conservatory of Music, but also a small-scale evening party with all kinds of programs.
Wen Qiaoâs program was arranged to be the second one. It was obvious that the production team didnât think much of them, which was why they were arranged to be in the front.
When he saw Wen Qiao, the directorâs eyes lit up. The girl was very beautiful, and the stage design could be more original. get a hanging chair for the girl playing the lute. The opening lights will shine on her, and itâll be very eye-catching.
âOkay, director.â Wu Mei gave an âOKâ sign.
During the rehearsal, she had seen Zhuang Yan all the time. When Wen Qiao saw him, she treated him like a stranger, not a single ripple of emotion in her eyes.
All she could think of was Fu Nanli.
Would he come?