Fu Siyan stood on the stage, with one hand around his chest and the other clenched his fist against his chin. His cold face was a little tired. He stood quietly backstage, staring at Shen Weilan on the stage.

Guzheng made a mellow and beautiful sound under her. There was a silence under the stage, and then a trace of surprise flashed on her face.

When everyone thought Shen Weilan was just playing, he was convinced by Shen Weilan.

Fighting typhoon is not simple. It's like an ambush.

Only with profound basic skills and regular practice can this song be interpreted perfectly.

Fu Siyan saw half of it, but some couldn't see it anymore.

The students under the stage may not know what happened on the stage, but he knows.

The feeling of being touched by a scorpion is like a needle stuck in your heart, so that you can't catch it or scratch it.

It's really hard to imagine how she sat there and devoted herself to playing that song.

I have to admit that it sounds good, really good.

Moreover, from the perspective of Fu Siyan, it's really like a fairy there.

No struggle, no robbery, no jealousy, no jealousy.

You say yours and I'll do mine.

At the end of the song, many people didn't come back.

Shen Weilan's hand moved hard at the string, and then couldn't help crying.

When one corner of the zither broke, she felt very sad.

This time it was generously damaged.

It can't be repaired

It can't be repaired.

Shen Weilan lowered her head and swallowed all her tears. She didn't forget to wipe the corners of her eyes.

Shen Weilan held back the pain under her feet. Her fingers were white on the zither. She bent down and bowed. It was even more painful.

At this moment, there was a burst of applause.

Shen Weilan raised her eyes and looked down the stage.

Joey sitting in front clapped his hands. Even Fu Siyi, who was unmoved, stood up and clapped his hands. It looked like he was forced.

The so-called school grass of the clinical department also clapped hands silently and looked at Shen Weilan with a dull face.

I thought - fortunately, I didn't give my head just now.

"Mr. Fu, I found it."

Ye Qi's hands were in front of him, half bent, and his voice was crisp.

Fu Siyan quickly turned his head and looked at a woman beside Ye Qi.

Fu Siyan narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a long time.

Women look young, only in their twenties. They should be students in school.

"Do you know Ning Rouge?" Fu Siyan raised his hand and pointed to the man in front of him.

The man was speechless by his powerful aura. She was unmoved. She just lowered her head and swallowed her saliva. Her hands were clenched tightly because of tension.

"Ask you something, talk!" The tone of his sudden drink startled the man, and his whole shoulder trembled.

Fu Siyan bit his teeth. At this time, his right hand was clenching his fist, so that the anger in his eyes could not be held down and would explode.

"Yes... Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, i... I'm also instructed. I'm sorry, I..."

"She said that if I don't, no, no, no... Don't do what she said, my brother... Can't go to school."

"I..."

She stumbled and cried, looking like Fu Siyan bullied her.

Fu Siyan turned unhappily and seemed to have some meaning of turning around. Isn't he here to watch her cry and haw?

Fu Siyan moved his Adam's apple, suppressed his anxiety, hit his right hand on the wall, pressed his voice and roared, "who is she!"

Whet haw!

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