The man is in modern times [time travel]

The next day, Zou Wentao entered the classroom wearing a purple and gold scarf.Seeing Xiao Yueyun, he deliberately raised his neck to show him.

Xiao Yueyun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hey, Wen Tao, did you buy a new scarf? This is... Zijin Dynasty?!" Li Lin quickly noticed the point with sharp eyes.

Zou Wentao nodded as if he didn't care, and said: "It was given by someone else." After a pause, he couldn't help showing off and said: "I woven it myself."

Li Lin enviously said: "Which girl is so caring, knowing that you like the Lakers. Are you pretty?"

Zou Wentao glanced at Xiao Yueyun, and nodded exaggeratedly: "It's quite beautiful."

Li Lin shouted depressed: "I'm desperate for this face-seeking world. Why don't girls like me? Hurry up and get together with this girl, quit the single world, and leave us a way out, okay?"

Zou Wentao held his head high and said, "I'll think about it."

Xiao Yueyun couldn't listen anymore, so she quickly interjected: "Okay, don't listen to his nonsense, this scarf is a gift from me."

Upon hearing this, Li Lin stopped crying immediately, blinked, and asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly give him a scarf?"

Zou Wentao laughed and said, "Of course it's to thank me, the best tablemate in China, for his daily hard work."

Li Lin ignored him, stepped forward to touch the scarf, but was slapped away by Zou Wentao's disgusting palm.

Li Lin secretly said "stingy" in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "The pattern and color matching are really good, and the workmanship is meticulous. I am a die-hard Lakers fan, and I want to receive one too. Hey, Xiao Yueyun, are you here?" Where did you buy it?"

Before Xiao Yueyun could answer, Zou Wentao hurriedly stopped him, drove Li Lin back to his own seat, winked at Xiao Yueyun and said, "I don't want to bump into the scarf with him, don't tell him."

In the end, it was Zou Wentao's "excessive power" that prevailed.

……

At the same time, Fu Lang walked into the office building of Langfeng Hi-Tech, and went straight to the top floor.

Zhuo Feng came out of the tea room with coffee, just in time to meet Fu Lang, and asked curiously: "You kid is not afraid of the cold at all, I have never seen you wearing a scarf, why are you wearing a scarf in this weather?"

Fu Lang walked forward without squinting, ignoring him.

Seeing him like this, Zhuo Feng became even more curious, and hurriedly stepped forward and teased: "Say, who gave it to you?" After saying that, he wanted to pull the scarf.

Fu Lang patted the other party's annoying hand away, and said coldly, "Have you been too busy recently? The technical problem of S-II has been solved?"

Zhuo Feng was pushed back by him, so he had no choice but to touch his nose, took his coffee back to his office, and began to concentrate on his day's work, only remembering what happened just now in his heart.

Don't worry, anyway, there are signs, and if there is any movement in the future, he will know sooner or later.

**

A few days after the third monthly exam, Huafeng High School began preparations for the New Year's Day Art Gala.Just like the sports meeting, senior one and senior two are still the main performers of cultural programs. Each class prepares at least one program, and several classes can perform jointly.

In a self-study class, the literary and art committee member of the second class of the second grade of senior high school announced the school's notification regulations loudly, and then solicited programs from the whole class.

"You can report any artistic expertise you have, and we can make more use of it. The more people who participate, the more solidarity our class can reflect." Class leader Tao Sudan added.

After silently searching the Internet for the meaning of "literary gala", Xiao Yueyun calmly put away her phone and continued to work on the test paper.He had little interest in performing a cultural program in front of thousands of people across the school.If he hadn't been kicked out of the shelves to make up for the last sports meeting, he wouldn't have signed up either.

The students in the classroom were chattering and discussing, and some people proposed to have a group chorus, which was immediately filmed by other students who did not want to get involved.

Group dances, cold jokes... Other program proposals are considered average by everyone.

There are very few really good self-recommended candidates.

In the end, some people said that the literary and art committee members should have a solo dance.

The fair-skinned, slender art committee member and class flower smiled sweetly, and said, "This is the next best solution. We still hope that everyone can participate in group activities more. After all, the award-winning programs of the gala will Bonuses and class points are awarded, and those who evaluate advanced classes and flow red flags."

Everyone has experienced the literary gala in the first year of high school, and they despise the practice of the school leaders using the competition rankings as a gimmick every time to increase participation in the program, but they still get recruited obediently every time.

At least, even if you don't participate in the show, it is always necessary to applaud and cheer for the students who are performing, otherwise you will lose face and affect the unity within the class, so the attendance rate will go up?

What's more, the selection of excellent programs is scored by the school leaders on the spot, and the most popular programs are voted by the audience on the spot, and the results are announced directly at the end of the party.

The annual New Year's Day Gala, like the sports meeting, has also spawned many campus figures, especially the versatile and beautiful school belle candidates.But sometimes the programs of campus male gods are very easy to shine.For example, last year, when Fu Ruoqian played the piano on stage, Zou Wentao sang a familiar pop song with his music, and several girls danced beside him.

The singing may not be very good, but the timbre is the best and it must not be out of tune. However, Fu Ruoqian plays the piano really well, and the backing dance is also very interesting. In addition, the two large screens on both sides of the stage understand the psychology of the audience very well. Most of the time it is a close-up display of two handsome faces.

In the end, the show was well received and won the Most Popular Program Award.

The auditorium of Huafeng High School can accommodate 1600 people, and the stage lighting effects are very professional. Every year during the New Year's Day Literary Gala and other important events, the school will use a set of professional video signal shooting and broadcasting equipment for the big screen and other important events on site. Campus TV live broadcast and program recording are saved.

Sometimes the school will invite some famous alumni and distinguished guests from all walks of life to attend the party, so some students who are interested in art specialties cherish this opportunity to perform.

"Let me say it first, if I die this year, I won't sing anymore. Otherwise, I will turn my face!" Zou Wentao declared first.God knows how depressed he was when he was forced to share the stage with Fu Ruoqian last year, and he still wanted to sing!It's simply his black history, and he can't wait to destroy all those videos and pictures.

The literary and art committee choked up, winked at the squad leader, and said a little embarrassingly: "Then what other talents do you have?"

"Why do you keep holding on to me? Wouldn't it be good to let other students participate more?" Zou Wentao was upset. He really didn't want to embarrass himself on stage again. When he turned his head and saw someone, he decided to make trouble: " Let Xiao Yue come on, he must have talent!" It doesn't matter if he doesn't have talent, as long as he is on stage, this is his personal experience.

Xiao Yueyun, who was lying on the gun, raised his head in a daze. He was seriously doing the question just now, and didn't pay attention to their discussion at all.

Hearing Zou Wentao's words, the literary and art committee was so confident, she immediately turned to Xiao Yueyun in surprise and asked, "Which musical instrument do you know?"

When others asked him face to face, Xiao Yueyun naturally wouldn't hide it, so he could only truthfully say: "I know how to play flute and Yaoqin."

The arts committee member's eyes lit up, and he asked doubtfully, "Who is Yaoqin?"

Xiao Yueyun thought about it, he had seen it occasionally, it seems that everyone is more used to calling it Yaoqin now...

"Also known as guqin."

Playing the Guqin at a cultural gala?When the literary and art committee thought about the lively occasion to celebrate the New Year's Eve atmosphere, it seemed that it didn't match the temperament of Guqin.While hesitating, he heard Tao Sudan say: "Just Guqin, how special it is. And compared to the flute, the Guqin with a bare face must be more beautiful and more popular."

The literary and art committee thought about it, and then nodded with a smile.

"Then, Xiao Yueyun, let's tentatively decide if you can perform Guqin? We will discuss about the repertoire, backup dancer or singing, etc."

Xiao Yueyun looked at the literary and art committee member with anticipation, as if he would haunt him forever if he shook his head. He had recently seen the openness and perseverance of modern girls, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the scorching gaze around him, only Can bite the bullet and said, "Okay, if necessary."

On the side, Zou Wentao laughed gloatingly.

**

The department store is full of people.

Xiao Yueyun led Xiao Yueyang through the crowd.He just asked the waiter at the information office of the building, and he already knew how to get to the destination.

There is a relatively secluded facade at the corner on the east side of the third floor of the building, which is a fairly large musical instrument store.

"Welcome." Seeing a guest, the originally leisurely service staff immediately stepped forward with a smile, and saw that it was a handsome young man with a very good temperament, and he was holding a similar-looking cute lady by the hand.

"May I help you?" The service staff's smile was a little bigger, and their faces were full of hospitality.

Xiao Yueyun nodded to him, and scanned the audience, seeing that most of them were pianos, guitars, violins and other Western instruments, so he asked, "Excuse me, is there any guqin?"

The boy's voice is also very nice!

The service staff nodded immediately and said, "Yes, this way please."

Xiao Yueyun was taken to an area where traditional Chinese musical instruments were placed, which was much smaller than the Western musical instrument area.

"These are the 10 types of guqin in our family." The service staff began to introduce them one by one.

Xiao Yueyun's eyes were shining, he hadn't touched the piano for several months.

In the past in Dazhou, he had a precious Tang Dynasty guqin called "Duyou". It was given to him.

Later, in order to escape from the capital, he only brought a few belongings with him, and the guqin was naturally inconvenient to carry, so he left it in the Hou Mansion.

I don't know whose hands Duyou will end up in.

Afterwards, Xiao Yueyun came to the modern age and was busy with life for more than half a year, so she never had a chance to think about playing the piano.

If it wasn't for the opportunity of the New Year's Day Gala, he might have to wait a while before thinking of buying a piano.

Xiao Yueyun's eyes swept over these types of guqin one by one, and he couldn't help but reach out and stroke the strings of one of them.A familiar feeling flooded his heart, he couldn't help but sat beside him, and began to fiddle with the strings.

At first, he just tuned it carefully, and then unconsciously began to itch. Gradually, smooth music poured out from his fingers.

**

Ningtong Group has been established for more than 20 years, from black to white, mostly involved in the real economy, such as hotels, restaurants, dance halls, hospitals, schools, department stores, etc.In recent years, after Ning Zezhan took over, he began to shift to a development strategy centered on real estate, based on Yangcheng, and radiated surrounding areas.

Today, Ning Zezhan happened to come to Ningtong Department Store for a year-end inspection. Unexpectedly, there was a surprise before he left.

When he reached the third floor, Ning Zezhan was attracted by the melodious sound of the piano not far away, and soon found the musical instrument shop around the corner.Thinking that the store was playing a CD to attract customers, he stopped to appreciate it for a while and then restarted his pace.

When passing by the entrance of the musical instrument store, Ning Zezhan casually glanced in, but saw a group of people inside the store, each of them playing a piano, listening quietly.

The surrounded figure was so vague that he couldn't see his face clearly.

As if feeling something in his heart, Ning Zezhan subconsciously raised his foot to enter the door, approached the crowd, approached the sound of the piano, and quickly recognized the performer by virtue of his height.

I saw that beautiful young man wearing a gorgeous blue school uniform, but it did not damage his elegant temperament like a banished fairy. Accompanied by the beautiful piano sound that has traveled through the ages, the listener seems to be in another quiet and leisurely time and space. , Redeemed the darkness and ugliness, sublimated the light and beauty, making people unconsciously intoxicated.

Xiao Yueyun, who was completely immersed in playing, had nothing to worry about, completely unaware of the crowd he was gradually gathering.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear the distant ending of "Dang", Xiao Yueyun raised his hands, and gradually retracted his ten fingers from the posture of plucking the strings to his side.

He finally had enough of his piano addiction.

After a long sigh of relief, Xiao Yueyun raised his head, and was about to ask the waiter for the price, when he suddenly found a group of people who appeared around him not only when, some were staring at him blankly, and some were closing their eyes and wondering what they were intoxicated with. Someone else was holding a mobile phone at him.

Xiao Yueyun frowned, and was about to speak, when there were a few "slaps", someone in the crowd took the lead in applauding.The others just woke up like a dream, and immediately stretched out their hands and applauded, even claiming to praise the piano sound just now.

Some of them are music lovers who come to the musical instrument store, and some are just ordinary passing guests. Not everyone knows how to appreciate the art of guqin, but as listeners, they can produce the most intuitive judgment on the work through their personal feelings.The sound of the qin made their hearts involuntarily quiet down, forgetting their sorrows and joys, and immersing themselves in its rhythm. This is the greatest charm and magic of Guqin.

If they were not awakened by the applause, they might have continued to be quiet for a while.

Applause, yes, I feel good, so naturally I should applaud.

Although in the opinion of guqin experts, it is inappropriate to have applause with guqin music, but at this moment, the listeners, who are not familiar with guqin, choose to follow the crowd and use applause to express their appreciation for the piece of guqin music just now.

Like that, Xiao Yueyun was a little overwhelmed with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a person walked out from behind the crowd, with a gentle temperament and a dignified appearance, making people unconsciously give way to him.

Slowly approaching Xiao Yueyun, seeing the young man's gaze finally resting on himself, as if his heart was being gently slid by a soft little hand, Ning Zezhan's heart twitched and itched, and he still smiled gently and said: "Long time no see, Xiao Yueyun."

Xiao Yueyun recognized the person, smiled happily, and replied, "Long time no see, Brother Ning."