The sweet smell of citrus

Cheng Jialan was also educated by Song Yi about Jiang Ke's "customs" yesterday, and came to school in a beautiful dress, red puff sleeves, black velvet skirt, white pearls, patchwork decoration, and a pair of brown lacquer small leather shoes.

Coupled with the not-so-tall stature and delicate face, she looks like a cute doll.

Some boys praised the beauty of classmate Cheng for a while, while classmate Cheng sat on the seat, wondering what the monitor would wear today.

When class was approaching, she came to eat with Shanshan.When Cheng Jialan saw her, his whole face became alive.

This is the first time she has seen such a... monitor.Her long hair was tied into a low ponytail and fell behind her. Coincidentally, she was also wearing a velvet skirt today, but it was a French-style skirt, longer, with left and right collars, and a beautiful bow tie, which was more elegant.

"Squad leader, you look so beautiful today."

"Does that mean you weren't pretty yesterday?" Song Yi teased Cheng Jialan.

Cheng Jialan shook his head, his eyes sparkled, "You clearly know that's not what I meant."

"You look beautiful every day."

"Thank you, classmate Cheng, for your compliment." After accepting the compliment, she took a serious look at Cheng Jialan and said, "You are cuter today than you were yesterday."

"You are very suitable for wearing such a skirt."

After complimenting each other, the class bell rang, and today's class was still available, but it was three periods less than usual.After the schoolwork was over, everyone began to prepare for the New Year's Day party.

The audience only needs to bring themselves, and the performers who have signed up for the show all go to the performance venue, change their clothes in advance before going on stage, and then wait for the host to announce in the waiting area.

Because the party has been held for many years, everyone in Jiangke is familiar with this process, and everything is as smooth as flowing water.

Cheng Jialan and Song Yi's music and dance program was relatively low, so they stayed in the background and waited.

At first, it was strange for Cheng Jialan to see the stage from an angle that is not common in life through the big screen.

"Squad leader, it's amazing to watch the stand from the angle of the hypotenuse!"

"It turns out that the spray is sprayed like this." Because she was about to go on stage, she had already changed into the costume she had confirmed before, a long dress made of light blue gauze, the light gauze was floating, and she was very fairy.But because it is too light and fluffy, it basically has no warmth retention effect.

Although there was an air conditioner in the backstage, it was winter after all, so Song Yi insisted that Cheng Jialan put on a down jacket.

At this moment, she was bouncing around, and some large down jackets slipped off her shoulders. Song Yi frowned, leaned over to help her pull up the clothes, and pressed the buttons, "Keep warm."

In an instant, the distance was very close.

The lights outside were dim, compared with where the eyes could see, it suddenly lost its color.

As long as you look closely, the squad leader looks good no matter how you look at it.

The more you look at it, the better it looks.

She lost her mind for a moment, then immediately gathered her clothes, turned her face, and muttered: "There is heating."

"Wear well even if you have heating. It's winter now." Song Yi sighed helplessly, "If you catch a cold just to perform, the loss outweighs the gain."

"...The gains outweigh the losses. Being able to go on stage with the squad leader is just a cold, and it's nothing."

"What are you doing to your crow's mouth?"

"I'm just giving an example."

The two talked in a low voice, and then began to watch the stage together through a small gap.

Song Yi used to come to the auditorium to run errands when he was in the first year of high school. He knew more about the things here, and explained to Cheng Jialan while watching.

"There's a little mark on the floor, it's the center line."

"Help the performer calibrate the position?"

"Correct."

"The auditorium is so big, can the students sitting in the last row really see the performance clearly?" the curious baby asked again.

Song Yi thought for a while and said, "After all, the school's stage is not a professional stage. The steps are not so perfect. You can see clearly in the front row and in the middle. If you sit at the back, you may not be able to see the faces of the performers clearly. gone."

"That's it."

She asked a lot of miscellaneous questions, and Song Yi answered her in a low voice until——

"Squad leader, this cross talk is so familiar. I feel like I've heard it somewhere." Very familiar lines.

Song Yi looked up, "This should be a cross talk prepared by the class next door. They seem to have rehearsed at noon before. You may have heard the lines during the meal in the class."

"oh oh."

……

Wait, Cheng Jialan suddenly remembered that this show was filmed by class, from the first year to the third year, from the lower grades to the upper grades, one class pressed the other——

They're all in the next class!

"Is that coming to us soon!?" She looked shocked.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, "Yes." After so many shows, it must be their turn.

After these words, Cheng Jialan began to panic.

At first, Song Yi saw that she was so natural, relaxed, and curious about everything, and thought she was in control and not afraid of anything.

up to now -

"Squad leader, it's our turn in a while, shall we go straight up?"

"Do you want to bow first like the one just now?"

"Should I just sit down after the piano is moved up later?"

"Will the sound from the stereo be inappropriate when we talk?"