Miaoying breathed a sigh of relief and put on her shoes and got up from the sofa. "By the way, I’ll get you something to drink."
"Juice bar" Liao Jingjing leaned back at will.
"Have you eaten yet?" Miaoying suddenly remembered that this man had just returned to Jiaocheng.
"Not yet"
"What to eat? Beauty is in a good mood today and cooks for you personally. "
Liao Jingjing shook her head and glanced at the door. There was a man’s coat on the hanger and immediately smiled and shook her head. "I will go back soon."
Miao Ying came back with juice and slippers, and Mei Cheng followed Liao Jingjing’s line of sight and explained with a smile, "I didn’t eat anything. Let’s go together. That’s my brother’s clothes. He’s in Beijing North. Where did he come here?"
"Your brother?" Liao Jingjing suddenly remembered that such a person was not sure and said, "He should be a university by now."
"Well, at the Beijing North Conservatory of Music, I didn’t know I was filming here, so he came over and said he was coming to see me, and he ended up drilling in a studio every day."
"Forget it, no matter what he says, he won’t come back. What do you want to eat?" Miaoying waved at the refrigerator and there was a tendency to fight.
Section 164
"Let me help you." Liao Jingjing didn’t ask.
A few years ago, a pair of brothers and sisters in Lujia, North Beijing, were kidnapped. My sister saved my brother’s stomach and was hurt by a knife. My brother is said to have changed his personality since that kidnapping.
What is the specific change? Liao Jingjing doesn’t know. The guy always refuses to see a doctor and is very repulsive to all people wearing white coats.
Go to school as usual on Monday
Shen Xinyu logged in at noon and found that the song of Poria cocos was indeed as expected, and it was praised by thousands at noon.
The name of the song was finalized.
"Xiao Yu is really nice to listen to. The song Poria makes me want to cry." This afternoon, all kinds of key points are summer, so I will have a chance to play with my mobile phone.
"I haven’t listened yet."
Shen Xinyu looked at Xia Miao’s blinking eyes and smiled pitifully.
"It’s true. With this background, especially when you play erhu, it feels so bleak."
Punch the tears
Shen Xinyu naturally can’t feel the tears when she plays the song herself, and she has heard the song completely in the sound engineer, and it feels ok.
"There are many people crying in the real comment area." Xia Miao leaned in with his mobile phone.
When Shen Xinyu saw it, many people commented that she cried. In addition to boasting that the sound of Fuling was crisp, there were still several articles saying that the erhu sound was amazing. Please tell me which god pulled it.
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In the summer, he also saw the joy and danced.
Shen Xinyu didn’t expect a song to attract such a strong response, and the erhu players were stripped, but she was also white. After all, those fans were all eager for his name to listen to it.
"Xiaoyu, why don’t you also record a song and send it to the net? I wanted to talk to you that day. I think if you sing, you will definitely become a god. "
"It’s not good for me to sing any jokes." Shen Xinyu used her mobile phone and didn’t take her seriously.
"Don’t try how do you know? When you get angry, I’ll treat you as an agent. I won’t worry about my job in this generation if you cover it. "This is definitely a job. She is so clever.
Shen Xinyu couldn’t help but say, "How did you know that I would be red if I didn’t? Don’t you just follow me to drink northwest wind?"
"How is it possible?" Xia Mimiao immediately replied without anger, then squinted and snorted. "Even if you are not popular, Mr. Tang will protect you. You protect me, so I can’t be hungry."
Shen Xinyu tugged at the corners of her mouth and looked at Xia Miao’s eyes with some words.
I chatted with Xia Miao for a while, and it passed at noon.
In the afternoon, Shen Xinyu went to the music classroom alone to practice erhu.
In the quiet and shabby classroom, there is a girl pulling a lesbian and connecting music.
In fact, Lu Yanzhou didn’t say anything wrong that day. Although she practiced erhu for two years in her previous life, those two years were repeated day and night. It took her no less than ten years when people grew up.
The girl has kept a posture since she sat here, and her different eyes have drifted to different places with the rhythm of music.
Presumably, anyone who doesn’t study art can understand how those who sit for an afternoon and don’t eat or drink and maintain a posture to paint or practice the piano persist.
Won’t it be boring? Won’t it be uncomfortable?
If someone asks Shen Xinyu this question, she probably won’t be able to answer it, because it is boring and uncomfortable that people who have been at ease will have feelings that she has never experienced.
I don’t know how long it took
Shen Xinyu gasped when she played the erhu, and clapped lightly outside the door.
She looked up and saw a Dendrobium Shaozheng leaning against the door of her music teacher yesterday, "finally listening to a complete song."
Shen Xinyu moved his legs. "Why are you here?"
"passing by"
"By the way, who is your teacher?"