Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1059 1059. Chinese Week (45)

The model who appeared at the top of the high steps had her black hair piled up high, with hairpins on the left and flowers on the right. The soft curve of her swan-like neck was shining with dazzling white light.

Although the powder on the model's face was thicker than that on Tong Lele's, Dong Qiangqiang could still recognize that the face covered by the powder was Du Lan.

It turned out that he was not wrong just now. Dong Qiangqiang really thought that he had stayed up too late recently and had signs of blurry eyes, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Although the two had just met in April, he had never seen Du Lan wearing a cheongsam before, and he couldn't help but look at her carefully.

Because Dong Qiangqiang participated in the discussion of the fashion show plan, he was educated by everyone: cheongsam has extremely high requirements for women's body shape. It does not necessarily look good if you are thin or fat. If you are thin, it will easily look like a door curtain, and if you are fat, you will look bloated. In fact, being slightly plump is just right.

But even a layman like Dong Qiangqiang who doesn't know much about clothes can tell that Du Lan's bright red cheongsam was not borrowed temporarily from someone else, because the cut of the cheongsam not only fits her figure extremely well, perfectly outlining her graceful curves, but also makes her look slender and well-proportioned, with shoulders as if carved and waist as if slender, giving people a sense of grand, plump, natural and healthy beauty.

The cheongsam is faintly visible with orderly and densely arranged golden fish scales, which remind people of prosperity and wealth. The fine glitter of the golden threads is like the reflection of the scales of fish swimming in the water, which is lifelike and unforgettable. The cheongsam is also matched with a sequined long skirt. The glimmer of the fine fish scale sequins when blown by the wind makes her look like a mermaid jumping out of the sea, and the confident smile on her face has become a ray of sunshine that dispels all the haze after the spring rain stops.

No wonder other girls praised her for her beauty, Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself, waving his arms vigorously towards Du Lan on the high steps and giving her two thumbs up to cheer her up.

But what Dong Qiangqiang didn't know was that although Du Lan, who was standing at the top of the stairs with great dominance and looking down upon those below, had an inexplicable sense of dominance in her heart and saw Dong Qiangqiang waving at her, she felt that her arms were very heavy, as if they were filled with lead and she couldn't lift them at all.

Melodious music rose lightly from Tong Lele's hands. Du Lan heard the agreed starting signal, gritted his teeth, raised his legs and walked slowly down the stairs.

When everyone thought that the mermaid Du Lan would walk with her skirt flowing, swaying and shimmering, Du Lan actually walked very cautiously, her speed faster than a snail but only limited. Maybe it was because she was the first to appear in the third round and had never participated in a rehearsal, her face was full of nervousness and anxiety. She tried hard to force a smile, and finally she did force one, but it was as stiff as cement. She did not want to admit it, but her body language honestly told all the audience that her previous domineering attitude was all fake.

Du Lan regretted it so much. If she had known that she had to walk down such a high staircase, she would never have been so stupid as to run over to surprise Dong Qiangqiang. She had suddenly decided to walk the runway last night and it was too hasty to look back. Although the cheongsam was hers now, her legs no longer obeyed her. As the saying goes, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. With so many people watching her, she could not escape halfway and had to grit her teeth to finish the walk.

More importantly, just as Dong Qiangqiang did not expect that the two girls with whom he had the best relationship would show up at the same time, Du Lan did not expect Tong Lele's unexpected arrival. She fully believed that if she escaped now, the people who would watch her fun would not only Tong Lele but also He Yangjin. No, everyone she and Dong Qiangqiang knew would know about it.

She couldn't afford to lose face.

She glanced in the direction of Dong Qiangqiang with a bit of resentment, as if complaining with her eyes why Dong Qiangqiang didn't tell her in advance that Tong Lele would also be coming. But after seeing Dong, she changed her mind for some reason and quickly withdrew her gaze.

Dong Qiangqiang naturally received his girlfriend's resentment. He smiled bitterly in his heart: Du Lan had insisted that she would not participate in the fashion show. She claimed that she was asking about it in detail just because of curiosity, so he believed it and did not think that she wanted to give him a surprise. But the fashion show was not as simple as it seemed. Du Lan had never rehearsed, so it was impossible for her not to be nervous. She might not even have worn high heels. She should have told him earlier so that he could give her some advice. Now she could only pray for the best. But then again, it seems that women's words cannot be trusted.

"Hey, are you at the cheongsam show?" Liao Cheng guessed the reason why Dong Qiangqiang stopped talking from the music and the noise of people coming from the receiver. "I just arrived at the university. Where are you? I'll go find you." Dong Qiangqiang looked around and locked on the meeting place: "There is a tree in the southwest under the high steps of the cafeteria."

"Wait for me." Liao Cheng hung up the phone in a hurry.

Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the crowd and turned his gaze back to the high steps. Du Lan had already walked to the side of the guzheng and stood there.

She looked at the remaining steps and took a breath. Facing the audience below the steps, she tried to remove the cement smile from before, trying to make her smile more natural. At the same time, she couldn't help but glance down at Tong Lele who was concentrating on playing the zither, but she could only see her profile. She seemed to be darker and thinner than before. She forgot when she last saw Tong Lele, it seemed to be more than a year ago in Hanover.

Tong Lele seemed to sense Du Lan's gaze on her, but without looking up, she suddenly showed off her exaggerated string-plucking skills, and whispered a reminder under the sound of the strings: "Keep going."

Du Lan noticed out of the corner of his eye that the model behind him had also walked down the stairs. He suddenly realized that if he didn't move forward, he would definitely be blocking the way. He took a deep breath, did not stop, and continued forward.

Just like the first time he saw Du Lan wearing cheongsam, Dong Qiangqiang also heard the performance of He Yangjin and Tong Lele for the first time today. Although they have known each other for two years, he had never had the opportunity to listen to them before. According to Lei Lanting, the two girls seemed to have performed musical instruments at the New Year's Day party in Hanover at the end of 2001, but he missed the opportunity because Lao Bai went to a small island outside Stockholm.

Dong Qiangqiang watched Du Lan's every step and it did not prevent him from appreciating Tong Lele's guzheng art. If He Yangjin gave people the feeling of the big strings being as noisy as heavy rain, the small strings being as soft as whispers, and the loneliness and coldness of big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, what Tong Lele played was the part where Nuwa refined stones to mend the sky, the stone broke the sky to fight the autumn rain, the part with big openings and closings, and the coexistence of chivalry and murderousness.

When Du Lan finally turned around and started walking back, Dong Qiangqiang realized that Wenwan's fish-scale cheongsam was actually a backless one.

"Hey, Dong Qiangqiang." Someone called him from afar.

"Are you free to come and see the cheongsam show?" Dong Qiangqiang knew that these rich second-generations rarely came to university unless they had classes, not to mention that he was currently preparing for his motorcycle license.

"Yes, you guys have made China Week so popular, if I don't... support you, who else can I support?" Liao Ben wanted to say, "It would be a shame not to watch it," but when the words came to his lips, he finally had a quick wit and knew that he couldn't speak without thinking, so he quickly changed his words and handed Dong Qiangqiang a cigarette. He wanted to ask for something, but he didn't rush to make a request right away. He first built relationships, complimented, played the emotional card, and laid a solid foundation. It would definitely be more natural to make a request. "Look, the TV station is here, the reporters are here, the foreign students, the foreign uncles and aunts are all here. If the Chinese don't support the Chinese, is there still justice?"

This was a double entendre, and Dong Qiangqiang heard the other party's hidden meaning. He apologized without any guilt: "I'm sorry, I've been a little busy these days."

Upon hearing this, Liao Cheng waved his hands hastily, indicating that he didn't take it to heart at all: "I understand, you are busy with the real business, these are just small matters for me, no rush, no rush."

You're not in a hurry, why are you calling? You're not in a hurry, why can't you wait for one more day? Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself, with a faint smile on his face. Somehow, Liao Cheng's behavior always reminded him of Lei Lanting in the past.