Learn the gods, do you set up cp?

Chapter 50 The Dumb Flame

The girl is wearing a jade-white floor-sweeping dress. The hem of the skirt is like petals, and the steps are like rippling lake water. The pleats of the skirt with excellent drape are layered on top of each other, presenting an irregular shape with short front and long back, but only the slender body is exposed on the front. The white ankles are nothing more than the back hem slightly dragging the ground, the skirt is rippling, and lotus grows every step of the way.

The jade neck is long and slender, the fingers are like catkins, the smooth forehead is exposed, and the long hair is curled into water ripples, surrounded by her gorgeous appearance, the smooth jade face, the eyes are like dew, which is very different from her usual dress .

Her present attire can't help but remind people of Huo Yangcheng, fascinated by Cai's words.

Among the crowd, she particularly attracted the attention of others.

All eyes were on her side intentionally or unintentionally.

Qin Jing raised his eyes and saw the tenderness standing in the crowd at a glance.

He stepped over the crowd and walked towards her with firm steps.

With a gentle and apologetic smile,
"Sorry, because of me, your show has been transferred to the second one."

Because Gentle put two programs together, and her legs are not particularly convenient, so if she put the two programs together, she would have one less time to go on and off the stage.

Qin Jing's tone was calm,

"It's ok."

He tentatively said,

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Gently shook his head,
"Although it is not particularly convenient, I can go by myself."

Qin Jing replied calmly,

"it is good."

It's just that he was standing beside her. If she couldn't stand still, she could lean on him by leaning over, and he would catch her immediately.

He watched as everyone in the orchestra came up to him, picked her up, and surrounded her on stage.

Everyone smiled happily, carefully paying attention to every ups and downs of her feet.

The laughter could reach his ears, barely reassuring.

The spotlights were turned on, thousands of people were sitting under the stage, and the first row were the deans and principals of each college, honorary professors and others.

With a gentle smile, he bowed to the audience in the middle of the stage.

And the members of the troupe all stood behind her unconsciously, followed her and bowed to everyone.

The yellowish light shone on her, making her look extraordinarily gentle and warm, softening every corner and corner, and even her eyes were tender like water.

She sat in the center of the stage, holding the bow with her slender jade fingers.

Under the stage, a person who had lowered his peaked cap slowly raised his head and looked at Gentle in the center of the stage.

A ray of light shone on the top of her gentle head, making every inch of her skin seem holy and flawless. Her fingers were on the strings, her arms were wrapped around the cello, her waist was straight, but it was not stiff. Instead, she seemed to be hugging My own cello, the structure of the cello log makes her feel like she is embracing a tree, perhaps because of her temperament, there seems to be a gentle and soft luster lingering around her for no reason, like walking in a secluded valley and forest, which also makes people feel It feels so romantic and gentle.

Everyone in the audience focused on her.

The sound of the music came calmly and clearly like water waves.

She closed her eyes, wandering in the sound of her own music, the lyrical and gentle tune sounded in the auditorium.

I don't know if the score is so gentle, or because of her, every note is soft and gentle to everyone's ears, making people feel like spring breeze.

It's obviously just a lyrical part with ups and downs and not agitation, but it also has a charm that attracts people to sink.

Her movements are skillful and elegant, every intonation bursts from the strings accurately, the transition is natural and seamless, the hand shape is elegant, the speed of vibrato is fast but not chaotic, the bow is precise, and even the resonance is like a puddle of water Ripples open, as if beating on the trestle bridge.

Thousands of people in the auditorium were immersed in the sound of the music without knowing it.

While other instruments slowly joined in, the sound of the cello supported the entire orchestra like a base, making the sound of the music gentle and the transition natural and agile.

When the tune is high and exciting, the cello provides the foundation for the whole ensemble, even if it is high, it is not harsh. When the tune is low and gentle, the cello's warm and steady voice is like a lover's whisper, slowly invading the heart.

After finishing the song, he gently opened his eyes.

There are countless spotlights turned on, and she is in the center of the stage.

The conductor teacher was smiling at her, expressing her approval.

Gentle also reported a smile.

Her smile is particularly dazzling under the spotlight, adding a bit of flying spirit to her already outstanding appearance.

The applause was like thunder, resounding through the entire auditorium.

Gentle got up, followed the conductor and bowed to the audience.

The orchestra bowed and stepped down.

And the spotlights dimmed one by one, not only the stage, but the entire auditorium returned to silence and darkness.

However, when a spotlight was turned on again to illuminate the darkness, it also illuminated another person.

Qin Jing and Ruan stood together and bowed to the audience.

Immediately someone whispered in surprise,

"It's God Qin!"

"Qin God!"

Qin Jing sat next to the piano, and when he looked up, he saw the gentle gaze was also on him, and the two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

This scene fell in front of everyone.

I just feel that the picture is extremely harmonious and beautiful.

Qin Jing chuckled and lowered his eyes, his slender fingers landed on the keys.

But the gentle cello sounded first, and the sudden and rapid pause urged the heart to beat faster.

Sometimes the piano is interspersed with the sound of the cello like the sound of a bell, and the cello suddenly weakens, and the spotlight hits Qin Jing. He lowers his eyes, and his fingers quickly shuttle between the black and white keys.

Gentle but suddenly connected, the piano sound and the cello sound are clearly distinct, but they are entangled together like glue.

Qin Jing raised his eyes to look at her, her speed of vibrato accelerated, then suddenly slowed down, the moment she slowed down, he gave a very fast response with one hand, the keys jumped up and down like night elves.

Qin Jing listened to her progress, and the sound of the piano lingered with her exactly.

At the moment when the cello is intimidating, the sound of the piano responds, like a person running away in the dark night, an owl standing on a dead branch in the shadow, and the magnificent castle of the noble duke becomes extremely huge in the night, like a sky. Like stretching out a big hand to chase after it.

From time to time, a single note on the piano speeds up, and Qin Jing presses down with one finger so fast that he can't even see his every movement clearly in the light and shadow, like a midnight bell ringing to remind him of his death.

The occasional sound of the cello is like footsteps in the air, rushing and crazy.

In the climax part, the two are combined. They are obviously two completely different instruments, but they clearly cooperate like a person's entangled voice.

Running away, fear, fear, arguing.

It was like the black and white angels in my mind were arguing by pulling each other's collars.

And Wen Rou is dressed in white, the cello seems to be her footsteps, and every note is running away in a panic.

Qin Jing's piano sounded like a midnight bell, playing with her in the palm of his hand, urging her, about to catch her, but faded away when he was about to catch her, but jumped at the moment when the cello sound became gentle. He got out and continued to chase after her hurriedly, as if deliberately hiding in the dark forest, waiting to catch her.

It just so happened that his shirt was darkly inked, as if deliberately concealing a camouflage, hiding in the dark night.

Hearing this piece of music, the hearts of all present were tugged.

After the song was over, everyone was still unable to extricate themselves from the sound of the music.

Heartbeat accelerated for no reason.

Looking tenderly at Qin Jing, Qin Jing also raised his eyes and looked at her.

This time, he didn't smile at her again. In those deep peach blossom eyes, complex and deep, but under the spotlight, there seemed to be a desire that was about to be expressed but was about to burst forth.

His face is stern, and his delicate and handsome face is even more outstanding under the spotlight.

But his eyes seemed to really want to catch her and imprison her.

The hot and mute fire in those peach-blossom eyes instantly ignited fire in her heart.

She didn't dare to look at him for a moment.

The faint fire in his eyes seemed to really burn along his gaze.

The screams of the students in the audience continued,
"Qin God!"

"God Qin is so handsome!!!"

"School Belle!!!"

"Qin Jing, Qin Jing!!"

"Gentle Goddess!!"

Some individual voices were drowned into the tide,
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

"Lock up!!!!!!"

"Qin Jing's tenderness is true!!
"Rou Qin marry me!!!"

"Ah I'm dead!!!"

There happened to be one sitting right behind the Dean of the Faculty of Arts.

Then, Zheng Huiyan saw her dean turned his head and smiled meaningfully at her.

Zheng Huiyan's shouting stopped abruptly and was stuck in her throat.

On the face is the class cadre's astonishment and speechlessness when he openly brought his classmates to the cult cp and was discovered by the teacher. All the serious and serious personalities that he took pains to maintain were completely shattered in front of the teacher in an instant.

Before the idiot next to her noticed, Zheng Huiyan immediately pulled her.

When Yan Shuyu was still shouting "Give me a kiss!!!", she was suddenly pulled by her class monitor. She turned around and saw the dean who had talked to her about failing all subjects a few days ago. Looking at her meaningfully and smiling.

Yan Shuyu shivered for no reason in the warm auditorium.

She swallowed hard,
"Dean... hello."

The dean nodded,
"The celebration of the school makes people very happy."

Yan Shuyu hesitated and said,

"Still, quite happy."

The dean's smile is warm, as if there is a Buddha's light shining on his head,
"Then you have a good time today."

Yan Shuyu's smile was stiff,

"Okay, okay, Dean, you are happy too."

Although the dean was smiling, Yan Shuyu felt like a light was on his back, like a thorn in his throat, like sitting on pins and needles.

Like a dying fish hitting a fire board, every cell in his body couldn't help screaming.

What she didn't see was that the dean of the Faculty of Arts, who had always been kind and convincing with virtue, immediately turned his eyes to the stage when he turned around.

Seeing his favorite student holding the attractive young student of the Physics Institute, the two of them stepped down side by side. They are all expressing his disapproval and speechlessness, and it seems that he will roll his eyes in the next second.

With a calm face, he gave the dean of physics next to him an arm.

Immediately turned his head away, pretending not to know anything.

The dean of physics was smiling like a daisy when he was suddenly stunned by the person next to him.

He looked blankly to the side. The dean of the Faculty of Arts was looking at the stage, as if nothing had happened, as if the show was still on.

Dean of the School of Physics: "...?"

Although Zheng Huiyan and Yan Shuyu tucked their tails to be human, they heard a few cp fans still screaming excitedly.

Mixed with the cheers for Qin Jinghe, although it was not obvious, the sense of presence could not be ignored.

Zheng Huiyan and Yan Shuyu looked at each other, they were both excited,
——Renrou and Qinshen, CP wild fans with tap water!
Wen Rou took Qin Jing's arm and stepped off the stage. She wanted to let go of her hand when she left the stage, but Qin Jing said,

"Hold on, I'll help you go back."

Think softly, that's fine too.

The team for the next performance goes up another passage, and this passage is empty.

A staff member took down the cello and put it in her and Qin Jing's practice room for her.

Wen Rou took Qin Jing's arm and entered the practice room. She was about to let go of Qin Jing's hand, but the moment she let go, Qin Jing's aura overwhelmingly suppressed her.

Her back leaned against the wall of the practice room, and Qin Jing pressed her backhand against the wall behind her.

The light mint aroma on his body mixed with the male hormones overwhelmingly hit her.

That handsome and delicate face suddenly magnified in front of her eyes.

The thick eyebrows are only a few feet away from her, and the dull and faint fire inside seems to be suffocating. The man's suppression makes people unable to resist, and the tall figure leans down, only making gentle breathing stagnate.

Facing Qin Jing's pair of peach blossom eyes that were always full of affection, he was at a loss for what to do.

However, Qin Jing's gaze slowly moved down from her eyes,

stopped on her lips.

He lowered his head slowly.

Gentle breathing is almost stagnant.

But there was a voice sounded out of time,

"Qin Jing, where are we going to eat tonight?"

Holding the camera, Shen Sifan only saw Qin Jing coming in from the window, and asked casually before entering the door.

Qin Jing's movements stopped abruptly.

Holding the camera, Shen Sifan was still looking down at the photo just taken, as if talking to himself,
"Why don't you go to Zuixianju, I want to eat crab roe tofu."

And Qin Jing had already turned around, lowered his head and unbuttoned his cuffs casually, and said casually,

"It will be all right."

And Wen Rou's heart was beating like thunder, standing aside, Qin Jing's breath was still close to her when he said "Your lipstick is gone".

Gentle's breathing was a little short, and Shen Sifan also saw her, but he didn't seem to notice anything strange, and said with a smile,
"Gentle, let's go together. Tonight is Gu Yuansheng's treat, so it's inappropriate for you not to go."

Gu Yuan's voice arrives before anyone arrives, the voice arrives first,

"You're talking nonsense. I already invited you to dinner yesterday."

Gu Yuansheng rushed forward with a stride,

"Gentle, he just wants to have dinner with the school belle, and even hook up with me, shameless!"

Shen Sifan smiled indifferently,

"No, I want to have dinner with you."

Gu Yuansheng rolled his eyes,

"Bullshit."

It's just that for some reason, the anger in Gu Yuansheng's heart seemed to be appeased all of a sudden.

But still said with a cold face,

"Gentle, we ignore him! Who wants to have dinner with him!"

Gently but in a warm voice,

"How about...I'll be the host. I was injured during this time, so I'll trouble you."

Shen Sifan responded quickly, and said with a smile,
"Okay, it's hard to find a seat for the school belle's treat, and it's not appropriate not to go."

smile gently,

"That's it, I'll go change first, and see you at the entrance of the auditorium later."

Gu Yuansheng quickly supported her,

"Let's go."

Qin Jing glanced at Shen Sifan indifferently, for no reason, Shen Sifan felt that glance seemed a bit cold.

Chilling in twenty degrees weather.

(End of this chapter)