Mr. Bamboo Horse

Zheng Zhuoyuan took a nearly 5-minute video, which he wanted to send to Xu Jingchi's parents, so he took it very carefully, and didn't realize his hands were sore when he stopped.

He returned to the temporary office area from the stands, and met Liu Shengsheng excitedly discussing with the people around him, and when he saw him coming, he called him over.

Liu Shengsheng's mobile phone screen was playing back the on-site video just now, which was the part where Xu Jingchi led the team past the rostrum.

"Zhuo Yuan, you are a good friend. Just now Xi Ya asked me to ask him if he would like to join the gymnastics team."

Liu Shengsheng was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Zheng Zhuoyuan thought it was impossible, at this time someone came in to report matters, and everyone became busy again.

In addition to the affairs of the student union, Zheng Zhuoyuan also had to take care of the affairs of the class. He was so busy all morning that he didn't stop until lunch time.

Liu Shengsheng and a few girls were going to pick up the lunch box from the student union, and asked him what flavor he wanted.

He was already too hungry, he didn't want to eat greasy food, so he said he ordered porridge, and when he picked up his phone, he found that Xu Jingchi had sent him a message, asking him where he had lunch and if he wanted to come together.

He called back, and Xu Jingchi asked him to go out for dinner.

Just as he was about to agree, a familiar voice came from the phone: "Zhuo Yuan is coming too?" He recognized Song Chuyi as soon as he heard it.

They even came to find Xu Jingchi on days like the school sports meeting. It seems that the relationship between the two should not run away.

He thought about it for a while, then changed his mind and said that he couldn't go on, there were still many things to be busy, so he hung up the phone after telling them both to eat well.

Looking at the empty temporary office, Zheng Zhuoyuan stretched and leaned on the back of the chair with little strength.

The noise outside was endless, and thinking of performing Guqin performance in the afternoon, he had to keep in good shape, so he found some soothing music and lay down on the table to rest.

The melody in the earphones was recommended by Dr. Luo, and it was very relaxing. He fell asleep after listening to it, and was woken up after a short sleep.

He looked at the person in front of him with dazed eyes: "Why are you here?" Xu Jingchi took out the four boxes of things in the packing bag, removed the plastic wrap and the cover, and handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Here are you Deliver food.

Eat fast, or the lunch break will be over. "

Zheng Zhuoyuan looked at his watch, he felt that he had just been lying down for a while, but he didn't expect it to be almost an hour, so he took the chopsticks.

The weather was sweltering, Xu Jingchi thought he had no appetite, so he ordered the honeycomb stewed tofu, jasmine scrambled eggs and bitter gourd shredded pork soup.

Seeing that he was eating well, Xu Jingchi asked, "You won't be so busy these three days, right?" The school sports meeting will be held for three days. It was the curtain call of the third day.

Zheng Zhuoyuan chewed the fragrant and soft honeycomb tofu, and said, "It's almost the same, but senior sister and the others have taken good care of me, and I'm not too tired."

"Not too tired, I just shook you for a long time before waking up."

Xu Jingchi complained.

Zheng Zhuoyuan smiled, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Aren't you having dinner with Chu Yi? What about her?" "She still has classes in the afternoon, so she's going back."

Xu Jingchi said.

Zheng Zhuoyuan took a bite of jasmine scrambled eggs and ate it, and after swallowing, he asked, "You and..." "Zhuo Yuan."

Someone knocked on the door outside, interrupting Zheng Zhuoyuan's unfinished sentence.

After the person came in, he said, "There are four or ten minutes left. Teacher Yang asked me to remind you to change your clothes and put on makeup."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zheng Zhuoyuan got up after taking two more mouthfuls of rice. Seeing that he had only moved a third of the food, Xu Jingchi stopped him and said, "What are you going to do? Finish the meal first."

Zheng Zhuoyuan picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth: "No, I have to change clothes. I can't delay the performance sequence."

"What performance?" Xu Jingchi asked in puzzlement.

Zheng Zhuoyuan made a gesture of plucking the strings: "Didn't there be talent shows at noon in the past three days to give the class extra points? Our class enrolled me."

Xu Jingchi also heard about this from the class teacher. This extra point is included in the class's total score, so it is very important.

He followed Zheng Zhuoyuan to the backstage of the rostrum, and watched Zheng Zhuoyuan take a set of bamboo leaf green Hanfu and long wig from a classmate, and went straight to the dressing room.

He waited at the door for a while, and went to look after Zheng Zhuoyuan changed.

The middle jacket and skirt of this Hanfu are white, and the outer three layers are made of dark to light green gauze. The cloak is also of elegant design, with a pair of dark green tassels hanging on the lapel.

"Looks good, this set looks better than the last one."

Xu Jingchi clapped his hands and praised.

Facing the full-length mirror, Zheng Zhuoyuan picked up the net of the headgear, gathered up her hair, and put on the wig tied in a bun. The movements were done in one go.

Xu Jingchi joked with him: "I don't usually wear this proficient one? I didn't even know you had this hobby, but it really suits you."

He was seen wearing Hanfu by this man last time, so he wouldn't be embarrassed, and he could reply: "Put it on for you when I take it off, maybe you are more suitable than me."

Xu Jingchi rubbed his chin, and smiled more happily than before: "That's not necessary, this Hanfu and wig are not something everyone can control, they must be as good-looking as our Zhuo Yuan."

Zheng Zhuoyuan glanced at him and couldn't help laughing. After tidying up, he went to the dressing room.

Xu Jingchi followed in and saw the teacher in charge of makeup working on Zheng Zhuoyuan's face, modified the slightly green facial features, deepened the outline of the eyelids, and used eyeliner to make the big eyes slender. The Qiyun will be different immediately, like a handsome student who came out of an ancient school.

Xu Jingchi had never seen him in makeup before, so he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Especially when he closed his eyes and asked the teacher to put on lip makeup, the usually light lip color became brighter a little bit, and the more he looked, the more he looked like a plump jelly.

After putting on makeup, Zheng Zhuoyuan was about to wait for the stage. Xu Jingchi couldn't follow, so he went to the nearest stand to wait, and gave him a cheering gesture.

He smiled and waved at Xu Jingchi, telling him to leave quickly.

The classmate who was in charge of placing the props fetched the guqin he had stored in the morning. He tried the pitch, and after confirming that there was no problem, he stood by the stairs and waited for the prompt to appear.

The talent show was during the lunch break, and the students were resting in the stand area, so most people were still paying attention.

The person in front of Zheng Zhuoyuan performed stand-up comedy, Xu Shigeng was not ready, and the stands around him didn't respond.

When the master of ceremonies came to the stage to introduce his program, he stroked the tassels on his front and walked up the stairs with his head held high.

He started practicing guqin at the age of four and had three teachers before and after. It cannot be said that he has a high level of attainment, but his confidence and confidence in performance are still sufficient.

He walked to the piano table amidst few applause, first put down the guqin, adjusted the smoky tassels, and then bowed to the front.

He was wearing an elegant Hanfu, with two bamboo-leaf hairpins inserted into his hair. Both his demeanor and charm were eye-catching. He immediately attracted a lot of attention, and even applauded again.

He sat down on the chair, stretched out his hands after tidying up his clothes, and lightly touched the strings with his fingertips. After closing his eyes for a while, he moved, and the song "Coming with the Wind" was transmitted to everyone's ears through professional speakers .

This is an adapted Guqin piece, which not only retains the original ancient rhyme, but also adds a lively atmosphere.

Paired with the bamboo leaf green Hanfu of the performer, it is like bathing in the spring in the bamboo sea, sweeping away the drowsiness of the summer afternoon.

Xu Jingchi was standing on the nearby stands, taking pictures of the people on the stage with his mobile phone.

He has listened to Zheng Zhuoyuan play the guqin countless times since he was a child, but he has never been as amazed as he is today.

The people on the stage were obviously his best friends, but at this moment they seemed to be far away from him.

Zheng Zhuoyuan has always maintained the look of lowering his eyebrows and drooping eyes. Under the illumination of the stage lights, his exposed skin is fair and delicate.

Xu Jingchi stared at him. He didn't know if it was because of his makeup. He felt that his appearance was better than before. Every time he blinked, he seemed to be able to see the watery light between his eyelashes.

Xu Jingchi was so engrossed in watching it that he didn't pay attention to the melody.

It wasn't until Zheng Zhuoyuan dialed the last tone that he stood up and bowed again before he came back to his senses and strode towards the backstage.

He wanted to praise Zheng Zhuoyuan well, but when he got to the entrance, he found that the students on duty blocked a person from entering. The person had a professional-looking camera in his hand and was arguing with the students on duty.

"I'm really from a photography agency. Just let me go in and take two pictures, only two."

"This is the backstage, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

You can wait for him to come out and then shoot. "

"It's too late! He must have gone to remove his makeup first, if I can't take a picture of him just now, it's meaningless.

Just accommodate me, it's not like I don't have a student ID. "

The boy with the camera seemed to be about the same height as Xu Jingchi, so he took out his student ID card from his pocket and tried to hand it to the classmate on duty, but the ID card was pushed away and flew to Xu Jingchi's feet.

Xu Jingchi bent down to pick it up, and saw that Chen Shulun was written in the name column, and was taken away by an outstretched hand before he could see other information clearly.