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Chapter 33 Rose
Qiao Huaiyao's mood gradually calmed down in the soothing guitar music.
Fingers without picks, a slight tingling stings a few times with repeated plucking of the guitar strings.
Qiao Huaiyao stopped playing, and tapped the guitar thoughtfully with his fingertips.
'click'
The sound of the shutter button being pressed is particularly clear on a quiet night.
Qiao Huaiyao was taken aback for a moment, he smiled and raised his head, "Brother?"
"Record it." Bai Jinyan put away the phone as if nothing had happened, "it's getting late, go to rest first, and practice tomorrow."
Qiao Huaiyao rolled his eyes, "Okay."
Put away the guitar, and put the guitar case in an open place, so as not to accidentally touch anything around it.
When Qiao Huaiyao went back to the inner bedroom, he suddenly paused in his footsteps, he turned around with his left hand on the door frame, and said, "Brother!"
Bai Jinyan put down the sheet music in his hand, "Huh?"
Qiao Huaiyao smiled and waved his hand, "Good night."
Bai Jinyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Good night."
late at night.
Qiao Huaiyao lay on the bed without any sleepiness.
There will be morning training tomorrow morning, so I thought about drying my hair and resting early.
As a result, put down phone, closed eyes, and still haven't fallen asleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, all that came to his mind were the reactions of Bai Jinyan who came back to his senses when he practiced the song just now.
and the reddish...
Qiao Huaiyao pursed her lips, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't fall asleep, so she gave up rest completely.
Turned over and took the mobile phone to swipe Weibo.
He logged in on the trumpet account, so all the recommendations on the homepage are related to Bai Jinyan.
In most of the screenshots and Reuters photos, Bai Jinyan has a cold face most of the time.
The few differences are just trying to figure out the characters and adapting to the plot.
After seeing these pictures too much, Qiao Huaiyao's fingertips curled slightly, and she couldn't help being a little upset.
He thought about it, clicked on the interface for sending Weibo, and punched in the picture every day.
Because Bai Jinyan's guitar is too famous, he may be recognized by fans if he puts it on it directly.
So Qiao Huaiyao put the toned guitar strings there for focus shots.
Can't tell what the original is.
When editing the content, Qiao Huaiyao typed a few words. Although his eyes were looking at the mobile phone interface, his eyes were blank.
After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Huaiyao clicked the keyboard slowly, and a voice appeared in the input field: Will he...
After a pause, he deleted the words again.
Retype: Does he have any...
Still don't know what to post, clear the input field again.
Qiao Huaiyao reluctantly put down the phone and buried his head in the pillow.
After struggling for a while, he sighed lightly, instead of adding words to that Weibo, he directly posted this picture.
The software refreshes automatically after the Weibo is sent.
A new Weibo with pictures appeared on the homepage.
Qiao Huaiyao hid half of her face in the pillow, glanced casually, and then suddenly froze.
He clicked on this Weibo.
Bai Jinyan sent it three seconds ago.
There is no matching words, and that picture is not a selfie of Bai Jinyan, but him.
It's a picture of him practicing the guitar.
But it doesn't seem to be the one taken before the end. Qiao Huaiyao didn't notice when this photo was taken.
Remember my brother didn't sleep either?
Qiao Huaiyao looked up and glanced to the left. The bedroom was only separated by a wall, and the opposite was the room where Bai Jinyan was resting.
I clicked in and wanted to forward this Weibo comment, but the result showed: [This Weibo has been deleted. γ
Eh?
The comments below have been swiped thousands of times in seconds, but they can't be clicked at all.
It doesn't look like he's stuck.
After another refresh, Bai Jinyan posted a new Weibo.
Qiao Huaiyao thought that maybe he forgot to edit something on the Weibo just now.
Members can edit Weibo, but the old content is still in the edit record. In order to clear all records, it will be deleted and reposted.
that isβ¦β¦
The newly posted Weibo picture is not as clear as the previous one.
Not only did he find out, but the fans stationed in the comment area also found something wrong.
They commented: "Gan! This picture is so blurred that you can't see Qiao Qiao's face! Who are you trying to fool?!"
"Heyβsister, what's wrong with you? You don't want to call Jojo a wife even if you grab the front row?"
"I commented on my wife on the last Weibo, Bai Jinyan, this dog, delete my comment before deleting Weibo!"
"Weibo is going to be deleted, and you still delete my comment, is it a joke?! Is this a joke!"
"..."
"Did someone save the picture just now? I'll expand it first, and when I want to save it, it will prompt that the picture has disappeared..."
"That one is really good-looking and has a super atmosphere! Now this one is not bad, but I can't see the face."
"If you have the ability to hate me, if you have the ability, you can put the original picture!"
"I have a showdown. I am a psychologist. Bai Jinyan's current mentality is that he wants to show but he doesn't want to show it to you, so he put this map."
"Stop talking about the sisters, scold him!"
...
After Qiao Huaiyao liked it, he switched out and changed to a larger size.
Directly forwarded this Weibo with a large number.
Qiao Huaiyao v: [Said good night but didn't sleep? Bai Jinyan. γ
The comment area for retweeting Weibo was also lively.
"Strongly condemn Bai Jinyan's behavior of showing off his wife by staying up in the middle of the night!"
"Woo woo woo, good evening wife, as expected, going to bed late can bring happiness."
"I'm taking the liberty to ask, have you ever filmed Bai Jinyan... A hundred-year-old fan, I've made a video of Bai Jinyan playing the guitar."
"Okay, swipe Qiao Qiao under Bai Jinyan's Weibo, and swipe Bai Jinyan in the Qiao Qiao Weibo comment area. This Weibo allows you to understand."
Compared with fans who swipe the screen in the comment area.
Bai Jinyan's reply was no slower than theirs.
The difference is that his brother sent it to him privately from chat software.
Bai Jinyan: [Why haven't you slept yet? γ
Qiao Huaiyao typed: [I took a look at Weibo and fell asleep. Brother, why are you still not sleeping? γ
Rarely, Bai Jinyan didn't reply to him quickly this time.
The top "inputting" lighted up for a long time, and then Bai Jinyan said: [Come and see the private message, you should rest early. γ
This reason is lame and unreliable.
A dedicated assistant is responsible for reading private messages from fans. After all, their private messages must be numerous and complicated.
Therefore, after screening, some normal private message content will be displayed in front of them.
But Qiao Huaiyao didn't dismantle it, he typed in a serious manner: [Thank you for your hard work, brother (mao cat hammer shoulder jpg) I'm going to bed first. γ
Bai Jinyan replied with a good night emoji. remember
Qiao Huaiyao put the phone upside down on the bedside, blinked lightly, still not a trace of sleepiness.
Compared to the upset he was just now, he was inexplicably calm in his heart.
Just lying on his side quietly, facing the direction of Bai Jinyan's room.
Bai Jinyan didn't turn on the lights in the house.
The message received on the phone lights up, the only light in the room.
Until the last sentence of Qiao Huaiyao's reply.
He put down his phone and sat beside the bed, sleepless all night.
Last day of military training.
The playground has already set up the stage for the performance.
In order to give enough time for the students to rehearse, the performance time was specially set after 3:00 pm.
Qiao Huaiyao sat in the backstage lounge, which was one of the few places with fewer people.
It was inconvenient to bring guitars around, Qiao Huaiyao didn't go out to draw lots, and the order of the programs depended on what Qiu Shufeng and the others drew.
"Student God!" Before Qiu Shufeng arrived, the voice came in through the crack of the door.
He eagerly pushed the door and entered, bypassing a few people in the room and walking to Qiao Huaiyao, "School God, guess which show I caught?!"
When Qiao Huaiyao saw the excitement on his face, it didn't seem like a bad position.
But for programs that are not mixed with competitions, it seems that the first few appearances are not good or bad.
You can only guess a position that is more important at any time.
Qiao Huaiyao said, "The finale?"
Qiu Shufeng was stunned, "No, you can guess this?!"
Wang Zhan slowed him down by half a step, almost hit by the door, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "You're so excited, it's me, I guess I'll win the finale."
Yu Xingfan closed the door and nodded, "I checked the time table below. We won't be here until six o'clock. It's still early, should we go have a meal first? Or use this time to do it all over again?"
Qiu Shufeng stretched his back, "Don't come here, there should be surprises in the finale show. You've heard in advance what there is to do in this practice."
Wang Zhan took out his mobile phone, "Order takeout, it's not convenient for Xue Shen to hold a guitar. What do you want to eat? I'll invite you."
Many students who are in the front of the program have already gone outside and waited.
The other students who were on the show later in the program also ordered takeout, but they haven't arranged yet.
Their show is still early, so don't worry at all.
Qiao Huaiyao said, "Don't bother, my brother..."
'dong dong dong'
The knock on the door interrupted Qiao Huaiyao's words, and someone outside opened the door a little, and the man asked with a smile, "May I ask who is Qiao Huaiyao?"
"I'm."
The man nodded and handed over the things in his hand, "This is the takeout Mr. Bai ordered for you. This is the list. It has the contact information of our store. If you have any questions in the future, you can contact us."
"Okay." Qiao Huaiyao put the takeaway on the table next door and didn't touch the guitar on the table in front of him.
When the takeout was delivered, the man bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Qiao Huaiyao knocked on the takeout and said, "You choose what you like first, I can eat anything."
Bai Jinyan should have ordered a set meal for several people, all of which were packaged in boxes of the same size, and then placed neatly in a thermal insulation bag.
"My good fellow, isn't this restaurant only for dine-in? Saying that takeout will affect the taste, so refuse to take out." Qiu Shufeng was amazed.
Among the many boxes, one of them had a sticky note on it.
It is written in detail that no shallots and no coriander are placed... no vinegar, less salt and less oil, and several lines of small print.
No need to ask.
Qiu Shufeng took it out and handed it to Qiao Huaiyao.
Qiao Huaiyao raised his eyebrows, got up and brought the lunch to the small table.
The words on the sticky note seem to be printed, otherwise it would be difficult to accommodate so many requirements on a piece of paper.
Qiao Huaiyao took the book at hand and put the note in the book.
Then send a message to Bai Jinyan, [Takeaway has arrived. (cat cat probe jpg)]
Bai Jinyan: [Yes. There's something going on here with the crew, what time will you be on stage? γ
Qiao Huaiyao: [Don't worry, we'll be the finale, it's after seven o'clock anyway. γ
The duration of the program is not short, and with this kind of activity, there will be no teachers who specifically watch the time.
Basically, how the student prepares is based on the student's time.
The takeaway doesn't have a big flavor, it is mainly light, the vegetables are just right when they are fried, and they are still green when placed in the lunch box.
When Qiu Shufeng was taking out the takeout, he suddenly shouted: "Hey, Wang Zhan, stay away from the school god! Don't get the school god's clothes dirty."
Wang Zhan didn't dare to go to Qiao Huaiyao's side with the takeaway, "Do I dare? It looks like a high-end suit. It seems that it can't be washed. If it gets dirty, I can't afford to sell it. Just get some water, be careful."
Qiao Huaiyao's costume was prepared for him by Bai Jinyan, and he didn't know what brand it was.
"Don't be so careful." Qiao Huaiyao handed him the water, "It's just clothes."
Wang Zhan took the water and said with a smile, "Thank you, Xue Shen."
Qiu Shufeng pulled the chair next to him and sat down, "Speaking of which, Wang Zhan, are you really not going to be on stage?"
Wang Zhan took apart the chopsticks and waved his hands, "If you don't go, I'll video you below. Don't worry, I have all the equipment ready. I'll take care of what my uncle wants in advance. It's absolutely professional."
Wang Zhan said, "By the way, do you have any plans for the few days of vacation after the military training?"
"My uncle's part-time job is here. If you are interested, you can go and see it."
Yu Xingfan shook his head, "I've found a part-time job."
Qiu Shufeng said: "The holiday is quite long, I have to go home."
Wang Zhan silently put his gaze on Qiao Huaiyao who was not far away, "Student God..."
Qiao Huaiyao's schedule was set early, "I signed a variety show contract."
Wang Zhan sighed, "Unfortunately, my uncle said that if I can find him a few part-time jobs, he will give me this camera. It seems that it can only be borrowed."
The camera failed to stay, and Wang Zhan ate two more bites of rice with regret.
Qiao Huaiyao didn't take a few bites, then covered the lunch box and drank the strawberry smoothie on the side.
The last chat record with Bo Jinyan on the phone stayed a few minutes ago.
It ended with his brother saying that he was busy first.
After the show officially started, the front started to be chaotic.
Even in the lounge at the back, there were all kinds of noisy sounds.
The people in the lounge went one after another, and there were not many people at first, but now it is more and more empty.
Some leave the show after the performance, while others go to the auditorium to sit and watch the show.
There is no special request from the guide. Whether you want to watch the auditorium or not is entirely voluntary.
"Hey, we're not here yet, I'm sleepy." Qiu Shufeng snorted, rubbed his eyes and continued to read the lyrics.
The back is already down, and now remember it is to read it several times to deepen the impression.
Qiao Huaiyao glanced outside, "What is the first show?"
"The ninth one." Yu Xingfan was also a little tired from waiting, "The host just came down."
Qiao Huaiyao nodded, calculated the program list, felt that they were almost there, took out the guitar and tried the sound.
Having a guitar in my arms a lot lately without having to re-tune it.
Qiao Huaiyao was a little distracted, and looked at the mobile phone on the table from time to time, but the phone never came on.
"School God?" Wang Zhan noticed that Qiao Huaiyao was in a wrong mood, and he asked suspiciously, "Xue Shen, what's wrong with you?"
Qiao Huaiyao pursed the corner of his mouth slightly, and dialed it twice, "It's nothing."
He calmed down and turned his attention back to the guitar, "Get ready to move the chair."
This show is down to them.
Qiu Shufeng got up and said, "Okay! Come, come, come and help Wang Zhan."
A simple stage is also hung with a curtain.
When they were covered by the curtain, Qiu Shufeng and Wang Zhan put the chairs on their waists, and put the singing microphone and the guitar listening microphone together.
This is all practiced below in advance.
Qiu Shufeng and Yu Xingfan each had a mic in hand, and after Qiao Huaiyao sat down from the chair, the curtain in front was slowly opened.
A row of spotlights above the head was turned on, and the end of the light was directed at the three people in the center of the stage.
Qiao Huaiyao looked at the audience subconsciously, there were more people than he thought.
It was a little dark and some places were not clear, but overall there were very few vacant spots.
The mobile phone left in the background did not know whether it had received any news from Bai Jinyan.
Probably still busy.
The burden on Bai Jinyan's shoulders is heavy and numerous, and it is normal that he can't find time for a while.
Qiao Huaiyao thought casually, he let out a long sigh of relief, put his fingertips on the strings, and waited for the audio prelude prepared in advance to pass.
With an inadvertent glance in his drooping eyes, Qiao Huaiyao was stunned.
There was no light on at the bottom of the auditorium. In that empty place, Bai Jinyan stood quietly with one hand behind him, watching the stage silently.
There are several warning lines in the middle, facing Qiao Huaiyao.
In an instant, the cheers from the audience disappeared with applause.
In his sight, he could only accommodate the half of the person whose figure was hidden in the night.
A slight smile appeared on Qiao Huaiyao's originally expressionless face, and when the rhythm stopped, he plucked the strings without hesitation.
The bright white spotlights set Qiao Huaiyao's position as the center.
Under the spotlight, he was dressed in a straight white suit, and even when he was sitting, he could see the outline of his waist.
The delicate face makes people unable to look away, and the light blue diamond brooch on the chest shines dazzlingly under the light.
Qiao Huaiyao raised her thin lips slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked at Bai Jinyan without blinking for a moment.
The clear eyes are full of Bai Jinyan's shadow.
The slender and white fingers are lightly placed on the strings, and the notes played by the guitar are perfectly integrated with the soft original song.
The sound quality is clear, and the melodious and melodious vibrato is like weeping.
The changes of the chords control the heartstrings.
Ji Bai Jinyan listened to the tune and looked at Qiao Huaiyao with gentle eyes.
On the huge playground, they could only see each other in their eyes.
As the story told by the song deepens.
Qiao Huaiyao swept the strings with his fingers and turned his wrists when he swept up, pushing the whole thing to the climax.
At the same time, when they played the French lyric, Qiao Huaiyao opened his mouth and sang along: "jet'aime..."
He didn't have a microphone, so he couldn't turn off his voice, and naturally no one would hear him.
But when he sang this lyric, his eyes were always on Bai Jinyan.
The same is true of Bai Jinyan under the stage, his deep eyes did not move away from Qiao Huaiyao.
like singing.
It's more like telling Bai Jinyan the original meaning of the lyrics under the guise of singing.
Qiao Huaiyao sang this lyric, his eyes and Bai Jinyan were facing each other at a distance, each other's eyes refused to leave each other for a second, there was an illusion that Bai Jinyan heard it.
Even if...he doesn't have wheat.
The story of the song turns into a sigh after its climax.
Qiao Huaiyao ended with a quick strumming, and finally turned it into a long sustain.
The song is over.
Qiu Shufeng and Yu Xingfan stood to the left and right of Qiao Huaiyao and did not move, but waited for Qiao Huaiyao to get up before bowing to the audience with him.
When he got off the stage with his guitar in his arms, Qiao Huaiyao looked towards the place where Bai Jinyan was standing just now, but couldn't see anyone there.
Backstage, Qiao Huaiyao put the guitar in the piano case and put it away.
"The effect is good. If we really rank in the top three, we should be able to win awards in this show, haha." They walked to the backstage and heard the applause from the front, Qiu Shufeng couldn't be more happy.
"Learning God's guitar is really awesome. Even a person who doesn't know much about appreciation thinks it's good. Sigh, maybe a good person has no flaws."
He sat down and picked up the mobile phone, only to glance at it before he was stunned, the smile on the corner of his mouth had not had time to put away.
"Why don't you say how long Xue Shen has been practicing hard? These days he is training and practicing the piano, and he is not idle." Yu Xingfan unscrewed the water bottle and asked, "Where's Wang Zhan? Why didn't he come back after filming? ?"
Qiu Shufeng didn't answer, but grabbed him and said loudly, "Yu Xingfan! I want to go to the toilet, you go with me."
"Ah? Why are you calling me to go to the toilet?" Yu Xingfan was at a loss, drinking half of the water in his hand, and he nearly threw it away with such a tug.
"Wait... Hey!" He tried to struggle, but it was useless, so he was taken out by Qiu Shufeng, fortunately, he saved the half bottle of water he had left before the water overturned.
The lounge, which had just been lively, was suddenly quiet.
At this moment, only Qiao Huaiyao was left in the room.
Qiao Huaiyao didn't even have time to speak to stop them.
Seeing this, it is not good for him to leave the piano case directly in the lounge.
Just when he was thinking of taking the piano case and going out to find his brother, he saw Bai Jinyan walking in from outside.
Qiao Huaiyao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother!"
"Yeah." Bai Jinyan put one hand behind him, stepped forward and said, "You play very well. Every time you play, you are breaking the limit of 'very'."
Qiao Huaiyao greeted him with a smile, and said modestly, "It's all taught by my brother."
He didn't ask Bai Jinyan what he was doing when he didn't reply to him before.
Anyway, Bai Jinyan didn't miss his performance.
His brother is so busy, it's good to come here.
Qiao Huaiyao said, "Brother, are you tired? Sit down for a while."
Bai Jinyan raised his hand and rubbed his head. He didn't speak, but directly stretched out his left hand that had been behind him.
A bunch of bright red roses are surrounded by light blue packaging, with bursts of floral fragrance.
Qiao Huaiyao's eyes widened abruptly, her voice raised a little, "Brother..."
"I searched all the flower shops in the city in advance, but I didn't feel very good." After a pause, Bai Jinyan didn't say much, and directly handed him the flowers, just said: "I bought flowers, Cut the packaging and made it a little late."
Qiao Huaiyao breathed for a while, holding this bouquet of roses, the fragrance of roses filled his nose.
Delicate and beautiful roses, each one is carefully selected, fully bloomed, and the best branches.
Bai Jinyan described the source of this bouquet of roses in a few sentences, but did not elaborate on the waste of effort.
His brother is very busy, Qiao Huaiyao has always known this.
This bouquet of roses, Bai Jinyan can choose a bouquet at the flower shop, even if he is not satisfied, he can ask his assistant to find it.
But he didn't.
Even on such trivial matters as a bunch of roses, Bai Jinyan is more serious than anyone else.
The corners of Qiao Huaiyao's mouth pursed slightly, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Bai Jinyan's neck, burying his head in front of him.
It should have been the time to say something, but Qiao Huaiyao's throat was sore and unable to speak, so she simply hugged him without saying a word.
The aroma of roses collided with the elegant cold fragrance of Bo Jinyan, like a finely woven net, trapping you in it.
Bai Jinyan patted his back, "I recorded your stage just now, and I'll show it to you when I go back."
Qiao Huaiyao nodded, but when he looked up, he saw that the rose bouquet in his hand was folded, and it was shaky on the top net gauze.
Maybe he just accidentally knocked it off.
Qiao Huaiyao tried to put the flower back, but the branch underneath was broken and he couldn't put it back at all.
The bouquet of roses is tightly tied, and it looks like there is no vacancy without this one.
Seeing this, Bai Jinyan took the flower and said, "The performance is over, let's go back first."
"it is good."
Qiao Huaiyao put away the phone and turned around to get the piano case.
Seeing that Bai Jinyan inserted the fallen rose into the pocket of his shirt in front of him.
With hindsight, he discovered that the black suit that Bai Jinyan was wearing today seemed to be the same brand as his haute couture.
the same designer.
The same set of designs.
The rose he kept in his front pocket was the one he held not long ago.
Two suits of the same style seem to be inextricably linked.
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