The villain first, then the gentleman

At night, Yan Sheng's warm hair swept across Chu Ning's face. Chu Ning, who was still asleep, stretched her legs and rubbed against Yan Sheng's ankle. Yan Sheng, who was asleep, turned over, and Chu Ning moved her body again. She flipped back and imprisoned/bound.

Chu Ning did not tell anyone about going to the Curtis Institute of Music for an interview.

Her classmates and biological parents only thought that she was a mess and would not really have a big future. Only Yan Sheng believed that Chu Ning was the best.Chu Ning didn't have too high an eye, she did rely on her own ability to get a letter of recommendation from the teacher of the main course, and submitted the application form.In addition, the teacher of the main class did his best to help her with publicity and promotion, and provided opportunities for public performances.

In the Xinyang Art Museum, when Chu Ning was wearing a romantic red dress and sitting in the center of the stage where the lights were concentrated, her most loyal audience looked like her believers. lens.

Chu Dacheng, sitting next to him, discussed with Zhao Wen, "Is the sound of the violin better than the cello? I forgot why this kid chose the cello in the first place."

"It might be fun."

No matter what, Yi Ren's performance was sometimes calm like water and sometimes passionate, Chu Dacheng and Zhao Wen gave a beep at the same time.

Under the soft light in the room, Chu Ning's long and slender figure on the stage has been constructed incomparably solidly. Her hair bun is glistening with sweat, and David Baopei's polonaise in D major is played by Chu Ning's bow and strings. When the high-speed dynamics were lowered, people held their breath and cried out unexpectedly.She watched Chu Ning walk over step by step.

There is no big success for no reason, Chu Ning won the house, Yan Sheng still cried like a child, Chu Dacheng and Zhao Wen hugged her.

After Chu Ning stepped down from the stage, she was the first to look for Yan Sheng. She put a touch of light-colored lipstick on Yan Sheng's cheek.

Fang Huizhong, who was quietly watching, let out a sigh of relief and was about to leave the table when a girl with peach blossom eyes smiled and said, "Miss Chu can attract the spirits of the viewers. She paused, and then said, "Well, she is handsome, and she looks pretty good in a white shirt and slacks, indescribably pure and elegant."

Fang Huizhong wondered, "Who? An Jie, who are you talking about? Chu Ning is wearing a skirt."

He Anjie took a sip of coffee from a paper cup, "Could you do me a favor?" She spread out her palms, holding two tickets for the Dacheng Art and Culture Performance Center.

"This is a ticket for members only." Fang Huizhong asked nervously, "For me?"

"No." The artist's charm was reclusive, and his words became frivolous. He Anjie said, "Please invite Miss Chu and her little lamb for me. Everyone has eccentricities? For example, Gu Hongming, women's feet are the stimulant for his writing, so how can you do that?" Miss Chu, breaking off the little lamb's fingers secretly is also a hobby, right?"

Fang Huizhong couldn't believe it.

He Anjie asked again, "Can you help me?"

"Ah."

"Thank you, Huizhong."

Fang Huizhong was blankly using her mobile phone to Google Gu Hongming, and replied, "If they miss the appointment, I have nothing to do."

"It's okay, don't force it."

He Anjie glanced at Fang Huizhong's phone screen and said flatly, "Some things are just metaphors."

"Ah." Fang Huizhong's face paled, and the phone was pocketed, "Farewell."

An ordinary afternoon.

Chu Ning and Yan Sheng had no classes, and they went to the beach to relax.The undulating Xianbo shook the boats in the port, and Chu Ning cheered happily. She took off her shoes and stepped on the beach with bare feet. The shore was rocky, showing an open-air art gallery. go up.

Yan Sheng took a photo for her.

Chu Ning pulled her over and took a group photo.

Later, Chu Ning suggested to drink afternoon tea.

The fruit plate dessert was pushed onto the chic round coffee table. Chu Ning took out a red cherry, pinched it gently with her thumb and forefinger, and put it to the tip of her nose to smell it.

Yan Sheng asked, "Anything to say?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Ning smiled and said, "These are ruddy like your lips." After speaking, she bit down.

Yan Sheng didn't reply, and buried himself in a cup of tea.

Chu Ning put one hand on Yan Sheng's shoulder and said, "I'm going to interview at the Curtis Institute of Music in the United States this winter."

Yan Sheng was taken aback, and a few seconds later he drank a cup of tea in a gentlemanly manner.

Chu Ning heard her ask seriously, "Is it too late?"

The author has something to say: After April, there will not be much free time