On the set of "Luo Xueshangyue", the crew is filming the last few interior scenes.

Song Wenting stayed on the set for a few days, and finally finished the second half of the song "Night Talks from the Window in Xiling". The crew has a dedicated music production team. After Song Wenting communicated with the person in charge with several guqin pieces he created, it was suggested that the final soundtrack should be played directly by Song Wenting.

"Mr. Song, only you are the most suitable."

"Ye Ling is a decisive general. Even if he enters the palace to become a violinist later, the Lingering in his bones will remain the same, and the sound of the violin he plays should be the same." Song Wenting put forward a different idea, "And I, the violin The voice is too soft and does not fit the characteristics of the character."

Ye Ling is the male protagonist played by Lin Xingyao, a cold-faced general, with a good character, such a person will not be feminine even if he plays the piano.

The person in charge finally accepted her opinion, but with an embarrassed expression: "Then, who should I ask to record? I only know you, a guqin master."

"If necessary, I can introduce someone for you." Song Wenting, "There is something urgent, so please contact me."

"Okay, please, Teacher Song."

Immediately after saying goodbye to the crew, Song Wenting got into the online car-hailing car in the south of the city. Xia Nan's reminders came from time to time in the mobile phone news. Song Wenting raised his hand and looked at his watch, and it was too late.

The driver saw the delicate little face of the woman in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but feel the desire to chat: "Hey, beauty, go to the experimental elementary school?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting replied, and then said softly, "Master, can you please hurry up?"

The voice is gentle and pleasant, anyone will soften their hearts, and the driver will speed up quickly.

When the traffic light was on, he said again: "It's not even time for school, are you the teacher there?"

"No." Song Wenting reminded, "You can go."

"Oh." The car started, "beautiful, trust me, it's only 10 kilometers away from the real child, and I can be there in five minutes."

"Okay, thank you master."

Five minutes later, the car finally stopped in front of a century-old school.

Song Wenting got out of the car, and the uncle driver's smug laughter sounded from behind: "Didn't I lie to you."

Thanks politely, Song Wenting stepped to the school gate.

Xia Nan's phone call came immediately: "Sister Wen Ting, are you here yet?"

"Here we are." Song Wenting, "The school gate."

"Okay, enter the door and turn left to the performance hall."

After carefully registering, Song Wenting walked towards the performing arts hall under the guidance of the guard.

Today, the orchestra has a "Voice of Rhyme" Guqin on campus activity. The original plan was to give a speech by another girl in the group, but just half an hour before the departure, the elderly in her family suddenly had an acute illness and could no longer participate.

When Song Wenting received a call from the group leader Yu Feng, he was still discussing music production, and thought that the production team was not far from Shixiao, so he immediately agreed.

"Sister Wen Ting!"

Outside the performance hall, Xia Nan was shaking her little hand vigorously.

Little Doudings in dark blue and white school uniforms were lining up to enter the venue quietly, and Song Wenting calmed down inexplicably.

Entering the preparation room through the side door, Yu Feng happened to come out from the front desk.

His eyes lit up: "Xiao Wenwen, you are finally here."

"Brother Feng." Song Wenting said with a good temper, "What do you need me to do?"

"Originally, Xiaoyan was going to talk about the development history of the guqin, and the PPT was ready." Yu Feng smiled at her clearly, "Look at you, you don't need a PPT, just change it."

The voice of the little host has already come from the hall.

Song Wenting asked: "What grade are the children in?"

Xia Nan responded quickly: "The third and fourth graders."

After thinking for a while, Song Wenting quickly made a decision: "You don't need a PPT to tell a story, just release the previous promotional video."

"it is good."

According to the process, first the head of the group will give an introduction, then several Guqin players will play famous songs, and then give a speech at Song Wenting, and another player will demonstrate the basic fingering and sitting posture of Guqin performance, etc. Finally, there will be Q&A, please feel The part of playing.

Half an hour later, Song Wenting came on stage.

She was wearing a plain-colored long gown, her clothes were fluttering, and she floated elegantly while walking, and with that coquettish beauty face, she was like a fairy image that only appeared on TV.

As soon as they entered the venue, the children and teachers were amazed and cheered.

But when she stood still, the noisy voice soon quieted down.

"Good afternoon, children and teachers. I am Song Wenting from Yunfeng Orchestra."

"Wang Wei once said, 'Sit alone in a secluded room, playing the qin is like a long whistle'. Although the qin music is good, it is difficult to meet friends..." The astonishing female voice floated leisurely in the hall, narrating for them a period of Boya Zi period The story of high mountains and flowing water meeting bosom friend.

Song Wenting spoke for more than 20 minutes, until Yu Feng arranged for Xia Nan to remind her below, and Song Wenting ended.

"Sister Wen Ting, you said it very well." Xia Nan, as always, loves to flatter, "It's like a beautiful painting standing on the stage, it's fascinating."

"Okay murmur." Song Wenting laughed, then stretched out his hand to pinch her small face, "Hurry up and help get ready."

After greeting the members of the group, Song Wenting sat on the backstage chair and waited for the end.

The message from Yue Yao on the phone came at the right time: [Listen, our comics are finally published! ! ! 】

A few exclamation marks at the end are enough to show Yue Yao's excitement.

She is a cartoonist, and what she draws is not sweet love, nor sadistic love, but horror cartoons that do not match her image and temperament at all.

Song Wenting raised a smile and reflected it on the screen in her hand, she was happy for her: [Our Yao Yao is the best. 】

Yue Yao: [Then come out tomorrow for a gathering. 】

【it is good. 】

After the two chatted a few times about work, Yue Yao began to complain about Yan Sen: [His grandfather passed away and asked him to take his girlfriend there. 】

Yue Yao: [How dare you believe it! I'm just a display in his eyes? 】

In the end, no amount of emotion turned into a puzzled voice: [What do you mean by him? 】

Thinking of the ambiguous entanglement between the two, Song Wenting seriously explained: [He may not want you to intervene in his complicated family, how burdensome is it for you? 】

There was an air of onlookers in her words, and Yue Yao was comforted by her: "Okay. 】

After a while of silence, she knocked again: [But I think he doesn't seem to like me that much. Maybe seeing that I chased him for so long, he reluctantly agreed to me. He was usually very cold to me, but the night when I hit Ji Yanzhou, he saw me as a drunk, like an outsider. Later, you came to pick me up. . Woohoo, I found that he was even a dog than Ji Yanzhou! dog man! ! Men are dogs! ! 】

Song Wenting was about to go back, when Yu Feng's voice suddenly pulled her back: "Xiao Wenwen, hurry up, you will control the last link!"

Taking advantage of the situation, he put the phone back into the bag. Before Song Wenting could react, Yu Feng stuffed it into the microphone: "The question-and-answer session. The little brats all like you, and you should be ordered."

Song Wenting gave him a funny look, and pretended to be angry: "Head, you always push me out like this. Isn't there some benefit?"

They knew each other very well, and Yu Feng knew that she was joking, so he agreed: "Okay, okay, as you ask."

Step back to the table.

The so-called Q&A session is to interact with the children. You can put forward any opinions on the guqin, and Song Wenting is responsible for answering them.

I thought not many children raised their hands, but the result was unexpected.

Xia Nan was in charge of appointing someone, and a fat little boy stood up: "Mr. Song, do you think boys like me can learn?"

Song Wenting met the little boy's timid eyes, and smiled softly: "Of course. There is no question whether you can learn Guqin, but whether you want to learn it or not. Do you want to learn it?"

The little boy nodded shyly, and then sat down with a smile on his face after receiving a positive look.

Then more and more children began to raise their hands. Some were interested in the story she just told, and some had questions about the guqin demonstration and teaching just now. Song Wenting answered patiently.

Until Xia Nan pointed to a girl in the front row, she stood up, not wearing a school uniform, but an exquisite suit, which was indeed eye-catching in the same color clothing.

Song Wenting noticed her from the moment she entered.

She met her eyes and smiled sweetly, revealing the shallow dimple on the side of her cheek, and a clear voice came from the microphone: "Mr. Song, are you my aunt?"

Suddenly there was an uproar. After the children were shocked, they pursed their lips and laughed, and they were indeed surprised.

Even Song Wenting frowned.

She didn't know the little girl, He Lai's aunt called her.

But looking at the girl's bright and expectant eyes, Song Wenting had no choice but to explain patiently: "Sorry, does Mr. Song look a lot like your aunt?"

"It's not like." Ji Shiyu ignored the snickering of his classmates and answered seriously: "You are my uncle's girlfriend. My uncle's girlfriend is also like you, a very beautiful and beautiful fairy, and she also plays the guqin. ."

May be too similar, children get it wrong.

Song Wenting was also a little stunned and at a loss for a moment.

In the end, her head teacher came to the rescue in time: "Ji Shiyu! You can't rudely ask about things that have nothing to do with Guqin."

The surname "Ji" shocked Song Wenting, and she looked at the little girl again.

With the exquisite beauty between the eyebrows and the air of self-respect and self-cultivation emerging from all over the body, confident, brave and eccentric, Song Wenting had some guesses in his heart.

Ji Shiyu snorted obediently and returned to the topic: "Then Mr. Song, if I want to learn Guqin, can I take you as my teacher?"

This question was not within the scope of Song Wenting's ability to answer it. In the end, Yu Feng came forward and hurriedly ended the Q&A session.

The school was also embarrassed, but neither side took the little girl's words seriously. The leader stepped forward to respond with a few words and apologized for the unreasonable setting of the links, and then said high-sounding words, and the group ended the trip.

After packing up the piano and the tools he brought, the members of the group said goodbye one by one. Yu Feng grabbed her before getting in the car: "There is an event in the city in the next two days. I will send you the documents on WeChat. Remember to participate."

There are many normal activities in the group, and there will be a variety of publicity exhibitions almost every month.

After Song Wenting answered, Yu Feng waved.

Unexpectedly, before Xia Nan drove out, there was already a long queue at the school gate.

Xia Nan looked at the parents queuing up to pick up their children at the school gate, and was about to move out of the car quickly, but was greeted by the security uncle and went back to the parking lot the same way.

She had no choice but to call Song Wenting: "Sister Wen Ting, wait at the door, I'm blocked and can't get out."

Song Wenting nodded to show that he understood.

This is a century -old school, with a high name, a strong sense of history, and a natural street. The vehicles coming and going are not leaked in the ancient streets that are not wide, and there are dense people.

Song Wenting stood on the side of the road, moved to a place where the car had just left and had a free space, and was about to take out her mobile phone to kill time, but unexpectedly, a low-key but expensive car slowly stopped in front of her.

The lane was narrow, and the car almost wiped her skirt corner, which was very close.

Song Wenting took a half step back politely.

The window glass was opened at this time. A familiar figure expands the bottom of the eyes. Inside the car to pure black background, the man's side face is more clear, and the mandibular line outlines the beauty of cold skin tone. Peach blossom eyes.

Faced with the impact too close, Song Wenting couldn't react for a while.

"Teacher Song?" Song Wenting subconsciously took a few steps back until the voice of the little girl hopping over next to her brought her back to her thoughts. She looked at the little girl who spoke surprisingly in the question-and-answer session just now, and she didn't expect her to guess so quickly. It is confirmed.

"Hello." The expression on Song Wenting's face was almost unstoppable, especially when Ji Yanzhou's black eyes surrounded her in the car.

It has been more than half a month since the last meeting, Song Wenting was inexplicably timid, she did not dare to look at Ji Yanzhou.

Smiling at the girl, she wanted to turn around.

"Teacher Song." Who knew that his feet hadn't moved half a step, and another low -dumb title sounded.

The knuckles clasping the phone turned slightly white from the force, Song Wenting raised his head and said "Huh?"

Ji Yanzhou's look at the sight has not yet been recovered, he said, "get on the car."

"No need." The corner of Song Wenting's mouth returned to a polite arc, "I...wait for someone."

The noisy sound of people surrounded by people surrounded the dark tide around this side.

"Ms. Song, why don't you take uncle's car." Ji Shiyu looked at her with clear eyes, "It's because I called you aunt, are you unhappy?"

Song Wenting's scalp was numb when she shouted "Uncle" and "Auntie" one by one. As she was about to explain, Zhou Chen in the front row stretched out his head and said, "Mr. Get in the car and we'll see you off."

Song Wenting didn't want to get in the car, but before she could refuse again, Xia Nan called again: "Sister Wen Ting, why don't you go out and take a taxi, I'll retreat to the school parking lot, and I'm inside I was stuck in a traffic jam with the school teachers, and it seemed like I couldn't get out for half an hour."

OK, it is really deliberate to refuse.