Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1057 1057. Chinese Week (43)

Dong Qiangqiang hurried back to the library, took out his cell phone from the locker, and while dialing the number, he leaned against the fence outside the library and looked around among the crowd.

He muttered to himself: That back figure is so similar to Du Lan, could it be that I am not awake and my eyes are blurry? But why didn't Du Lan tell me that she was here? His sincere invitation was rejected before, could it be that she suddenly changed her mind? A hundred thousand questions flowed in his mind, and he couldn't wait to find the other party to ask for clarification, but the only thing he could hear in his ears was the light music that could only be heard when waiting for the other party to answer the call, but no one answered the call.

No one answered the phone and it was difficult to find anyone.

If it was a normal Sunday with sparse crowds, he would have the advantage of altitude and it would be easy for him to find Du Lan. However, today there were a lot of people watching the performance, and it was raining in all directions. There were many umbrellas on the scene, so he could only blend into the crowd. But even so, it was difficult to look down and see every pretty face under the umbrella without being misunderstood as a scoundrel. He had a hard time looking for Du Lan, and he felt like he was a child when he followed his elders to the temple fair but accidentally got lost.

He was still searching on his own when a clear gong sounded not far away.

He subconsciously looked up and looked in the direction of the voice, and unexpectedly discovered that Zheng Chunhua, as the host, was not standing in the original position, that is, the center of the small square in front of the cafeteria, but was standing at the edge of the small square, at the top of the semi-arc high steps with a height of nearly seven meters.

Because he personally participated in the discussion of the initial cheongsam show performance plan, Dong Qiangqiang clearly remembers that the cheongsam show was held in a spacious small square between the university cafeteria and the economics department teaching building. The reason for this arrangement is that, firstly, the terrain here is open and there are few sculptures of all kinds, which is convenient for the show; secondly, there are no other university institutions open to the public except the library on Sundays, and the performance will not affect any order. Even if the number of people watching the show exceeds expectations, the area of ​​the small square is more than enough; thirdly, there is an external power socket on the wall of the cafeteria's exterior, which is convenient for connecting audio equipment and other electrical equipment.

But what he saw now was Zheng Chunhua's back and what he heard was Zheng Chunhua shouting in sonorous German, "The colorful cheongsam show has officially begun."

He didn't know that after combining his own performance insights and multiple rehearsals, He Yangjin solemnly suggested adjusting the performance venue during the rehearsal yesterday afternoon, from a flat-ground catwalk to a high-step catwalk. The reason was that the models slowly walking down from a height could bring a stronger visual experience to the audience and also maximize the effect of this performance.

All the models were students, amateurs to begin with. Many of them had not mastered the essentials of walking on the catwalk on the flat road in high heels of more than 5 cm, and they often walked with their feet turned outward, which was very difficult to do. It was very difficult to walk down the high stairs without handrails on both sides and in the middle without making mistakes. The surface of the stairs was covered with green moss because it was always in the shade. After a few days of spring rain, it became particularly slippery and muddy, and it was easy to slip if you were not careful.

If the adjustments were really made as suggested, the effort would be considerable, and no one was sure. However, the previous performances of He Yangjin and others were indeed wonderful. Therefore, after listening to her adjustment suggestions, the preparatory group and all the models did not simply and rudely reject them. Instead, they held collective discussions and field trials to verify whether her suggestions were feasible. Except for a few models who voluntarily withdrew due to the increased difficulty of walking on the stage, most of the models cooperated fully without complaint. As a result, everyone who had seen the rehearsal praised the student models' expressiveness on the high steps, proving that He Yangjin's aesthetic vision was indeed good. All those who participated in the cheongsam show finally agreed to adopt He Yangjin's suggestions.

After taking the opportunity to have a brief conversation with Fang Shuang, Dong Qiangqiang learned about the adjustments. Considering that he couldn't find Du Lan for the time being, he had to follow the others and come to the bottom of the high steps.

In the middle of the nearly seven-meter-high semi-arc-shaped steps is a slightly wider platform where the awning is set up. Under it, an antique zither and an ancient stool are quietly waiting for their owners.

He Yangjin, wearing a beige to light green Tang-style Hanfu, was supported by Zheng Chunhua, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand, and walked down the high steps carefully. In just half an hour, He Yangjin had changed her makeup.

Her long black hair was tied up in a high bun, with a white jade hairpin seemingly casually pinned in the bun, and two light pink pearl flowers on her earlobes swaying in the wind. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and there was a light green veil under her nose. Dong Qiangqiang didn't expect that He Yangjin, who usually had a strong modern style, would have a bit of ancient elegance and graceful charm after dressing up, and the light veil covering her face was the icing on the cake, adding a bit of mystery to her.

After she walked to the guzheng in small steps, Zheng Chunhua turned around and walked back to the top of the high steps. He Yangjin bowed slightly to the audience at the bottom of the steps, then sat down slowly in front of the guzheng.

At this time, the rain suddenly got heavier, and the audience scattered with laughter, looking for places to shelter from the rain.

No one announced the performance for He Yangjin, and she didn't introduce the name of the piece she was playing, she just started playing.

Her fingers were like light spring swallows rising and falling, flying up and down on the zither. When the rhythm of the traditional ancient music was gentle, it sounded like the soft sobbing of the lotus flowers in Dong Qiangqiang's backyard in the spring rain. When it was passionate and high-pitched, it seemed as if it would break through the rain barrier between heaven and earth at any time and reach the sky.

When Dong Qiangqiang was listening to He Yangjin and others perform that day, he was in the classroom and his mind was on the class. Today was the first time he heard He Yangjin perform live. He couldn't help but sigh that professionals are different. He also couldn't help but be curious and wondered if Tong Lele and Lao Bai also had such skills.

Although He Yangjin opened the show, the models did not appear on stage, as if to whet the audience's appetite.

After the song was over, the audience applauded sparsely. Some people turned away impatiently, while others reluctantly stayed but looked anxious and impatient. Many people were discussing why the model hadn't come out yet. Was there something wrong with the advertisement? Or was this a standard ritual before the official performance in the ancient Eastern country? But no one asked questions or introduced it, so everyone had to wait patiently.

When the melody of the second song started, Dong Qiangqiang almost immediately knew that He Yangjin was playing a song by the Backstreet Boys, which has been very popular in Europe and the United States recently. In fact, He Yangjin and others had tried it once during the encore that day and found that playing Western pop music with the guzheng was very effective in attracting foreign people. But what Dong Qiangqiang didn't know was that He Yangjin and others had appropriately rearranged the songs to make them better match the timbre and temperament of the guzheng.

When the model finally came out after much anticipation, holding a small umbrella and walking down the high steps, the long-lost applause rang out at the scene. Dong Qiangqiang was not surprised at all. The show team arranged experienced and powerful models to go first based on their performance in the rehearsal, so that they would definitely be the first to go. Now that foreigners are applauding, the Chinese naturally want to cheer for their compatriots. Dong Qiangqiang took the lead in the crowd to shout "good", and a loud whistle attracted the attention of the audience. Some people also imitated him to blow the whistle, but their breath was not as steady and the tone was not as bright as his.

More and more models appeared, and almost every model had a delicate makeup and hair style. They walked from the top to the bottom of the stairs, stood in front of the crowd, and then walked back to the top of the stairs.