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Fu Siyan quickly got up, turned and went backstage.

Fu Siyi quickly jumped out and followed him.

Joey moved, a little overwhelmed.

What should she do

Go up, or

"Brother, what's going on?" Fu Siyi followed closely behind Fu Siyan. Fu Siyan looked at him and said in a low voice, "it's a long story. I'll tell you later."

"Leaf seven."

Fu Siyan shouted Ye Qi running from a distance.

Ye Qi is still confused. He just answered a phone outside.

"I'll give you ten minutes to investigate all the surveillance videos backstage. Who moved Mrs. Fu's zither, who moved her hands and feet on Mrs. Fu's clothes, and who put things in her shoes!"

Fu Siyan points to Ye Qi and points to a group of flustered staff around him.

That pair of cold eyes let everyone cool behind, and instantly felt a sense of oppression. Leng was afraid to say a word, so he had to stand there quietly and wait for the fall.

"Take this man to the stage in ten minutes! Besides, tell everyone that tonight's party is cancelled now. But! "

His eyes suddenly became sharp, his thin lips opened gently, and his cold voice was low and simple, "no one is allowed to go!"

Ye Qi nodded quickly, and his face became very serious.

Fu Siyi frowned. He was neither left nor right.

"Fu Xiaozheng asked......".

Fu Siyan held the zither in his arms and thought about it. His eyebrows were heavy.

She should have thought that someone would do something to her zither, so she left one, but she didn't expect that the man still moved his hands and feet on her clothes and shoes.

Shen Weilan is still smart, but she still thinks people are too kind.

"Go back and sit down. Remember to record the video for your parents." Fu Siyan glanced at Fu Siyi.

Fu Siyi nodded quickly.

The noisy crowd was silent when they saw Fu Siyan on the stage.

Shen Weilan turned his head and smiled quickly when he saw Fu Siyan.

There was a thin layer of tears in her eyes. She was very sad and painful, but she smiled so far fetched.

"If you can't hold on, I'll take you home." His tone was very light, but it made people feel very gentle. It was like a cup of hot tea suddenly in the cold winter. He drank it in one mouthful, and his whole body warmed up from his throat to his body.

"Then take me home after my performance." Her eyes at Fu Siyan also became more gentle, and her words were finally not targeted.

She handed Fu Siyan her clothes, took the zither in Fu Siyan's hand, and handed him the broken ones on the shelf.

"Don't lose it, I still need..." she said.

He nodded, "I see."

As a result, Fu Siyan stepped down, but he couldn't help looking at her more.

With a bright light in her smile, she signaled him to go quickly. She can.

The light on the stage lit up again and only hit Shen Weilan.

Shen Weilan arranged the zither, bit her teeth, endured the pain under her feet, sorted out her posture, and hooked her clothes to make herself look less embarrassed.

OK, so... Here we go.

Shen Weilan raised her eyes and looked down at the stage. Her hands gently moved on the string.

There was some noise on the field. The scenery on the stage began to be changed, and the background behind was replaced by landscape painting.

The lights on the stage also slowly lit up.

She sat in front of the landscape painting, dressed in white, firm and stirring the zither, as if her soul was inspired everywhere.