best friend turned lover

The movement rule of "starting from the opposite side" can also show a little slenderness in a tactful way when rotating, the continuation of the rapid flight in the air, the change of the spiral shape of the rotation, etc., which can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

But the sincere Mu Yunyin will not be easily influenced by others.

She is as firm as a stubborn rock, she stretches out her hand when she stretches out her hand, raises her leg when she raises her leg, turns around when she turns around, and continues to dance as she did at the beginning.The edification of art and the infection of music are like the wind blowing in the ear, leaving nothing behind.

Zhuang Qingchan felt deeply tired looking at it.

However, Mu Yunyin is a very persevering person, and she will never back down even if she complains about the things she is determined to stick to.What's more, for her, there are beautiful buddies who accompany her to practice and cheer her up.She can be high-spirited in an instant!

So Zhuang Qingchan, whose expression was always soft and gentle, and whose smile also contained encouragement, could only watch the senior sister who guided Mu Yunyin look hopeless and insensitive, and silently apologized to the other party in her heart.

To be honest, this kind of rhyme and temperament is a test of talent and comprehension. A girl like Mu Yunyin, who is not only abysmal in art, but also in a mess of liberal arts comprehension, actually firmly believes that she can dance classical dance well and complete the task satisfactorily.It can only be said that this mentality is so positive that it makes people want to cry.

The senior who had studied classical dance as an amateur watched the energy-filled aerobics performance all afternoon, and was so brainwashed that she almost forgot how to dance this classical dance. She just felt bewildered: Eh?It seems to be a bit of progress... Then what are you waiting for, let's end it quickly!

So Mu Yunyin, who had been exercising all afternoon, still had crystal beads of sweat on her forehead, and happily said to Zhuang Qingchan, "It really is that all hard work will eventually pay off. I didn't expect my senior to recognize me. I can't get past it."

Zhuang Qingchan: "..."

#My friend has special dancing skills#

The way to get recognized is also very different...

☆, accident

After practicing like this for nearly a month, Mu Yunyin finally danced a little bit. Although she still has a faint charm of radio gymnastics, at least she doesn't look too abrupt when mixed with dancing girls.The senior members of the club who watched Mu Yunyin's great achievements all the way were tearful and very relieved when they heard the words. They all swore in their hearts: next time I let this elementary school girl dance, I will be out of my mind...

In fact, no matter what the standard is, Mu Yunyin's perseverance and diligence have infected some people, and subtly improved the cohesion of many groups.The members who were preparing various programs also complained less, and worked harder to rehearse to perfection.

With everyone's expectations and efforts, a community anniversary party is slowly taking shape.

There was less than a week left before the scheduled time, and the tickets for the commemorative meeting had already been distributed to the outside world. On the day of queuing up to get the tickets, students who were attracted by the vigorous publicity lined up a spectacular long queue.

This commemorative meeting, which was held in the middle and late term of the semester, did not overlap with any large-scale activities in time, so it gained unexpected popularity and attention, almost attracting the attention of all.

The costumes of Mu Yunyin and other classical dance participants have been delivered, and the current rehearsal is obviously not as simple as it was at the beginning.After all, it wasn't a white sweatshirt and sweatpants. Even Mu Yunyin's body was deflected, and her gestures and gestures were more feminine and charming.

The melodious and melodious national musical instruments played a very characteristic light melody, and the layered and fluttering light gauze clothes matched with the strange and complicated dance steps and movements contained a special charm and captivated the soul.

Zhuang Qingchan watched Mu Yunyin and several dancers dance lightly together, changing positions, the expression on her face was completely immersed in it and serious.I also have a lot of feelings in my heart.

Even Zhuang Qingchan didn't quite believe that Mu Yunyin could do this at the beginning, but Mu Yunyin has always been stubborn, and no one can stop her if she makes up her mind, Zhuang Qingchan, as her best friend, naturally has no reason to pour cold water on her. Fully supportive attitude.

Perhaps this is the magic of Mu Yunyin, no matter how unfavorable it is for others, she can persevere unswervingly until she succeeds.And her attitude can always easily infect others, making them involuntarily trust her and firmly believe that she can do it.At the beginning, in just a few months, he raised his ranking to the middle and upper reaches of the grade, and finally even performed exceptionally well and was admitted to a well-known key university in the country. Now, he has practiced hard-working classical dance in just one month.

These things always give people a feeling: as long as Mu Yunyin is determined to do it, there is really nothing she can't do.

"Finally finished practicing. Xiaoqing, let's go eat something good, I want to reward myself~" Mu Yunyin happily ran over in her costume.

Zhuang Qingchan smiled and said, "Be careful that you eat too much, you won't be able to put on your clothes during the official performance."

After finishing speaking, he continued righteously: "This kind of clothes, the more flesh on the stomach looks obvious."

Mu Yunyin froze, the whole person fell into the shadows, and whispered: "Xiaoqing, you are too much..."

……

On the day of the party, overcast clouds covered the entire sky, and it rained heavily.From time to time, a flash of light appeared in the gray clouds, and a few seconds later the rumbling thunder suddenly exploded.

Because she often practiced dance with Mu Yunyin, Zhuang Qingchan also got acquainted with them in the club, so she even made an appointment to come backstage to help at the anniversary party, so as to help her.

Although it was a party, the members of the club spent the whole afternoon in the auditorium where the party was about to be held.Moving props, venue layout, lighting and sound preparation, and on-site rehearsal before the performance.Behind a glamorous event is the consumption of countless manpower and material resources.

Due to the task of bringing dinner to the performers, Zhuang Qingchan and a few other students arrived in the evening.At this time, there was still an hour and a half before the opening of the party.

As soon as she walked into the backstage preparation room, Zhuang Qingchan felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Almost everyone gathered in a circle, with solemn and worried faces, and the people surrounded by them...

Zhuang Qingchan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried over: "Yunyin—"

Mu Yunyin heard her name, looked up and saw Zhuang Qingchan's nervous expression, and immediately comforted her: "I'm fine, I just fell down."

Zhuang Qingchan sat next to Mu Yunyin and looked her over carefully from head to toe. Seeing that there was indeed no trauma, she didn't immediately feel relieved and asked, "What's going on?"

The head of the club standing next to him sighed, and explained: "The person who put the props didn't put them away properly, and Mu Yunyin happened to drop them when he passed by..."

Mu Yunyin immediately continued: "Actually, I'm fine. It's just that I didn't catch my breath when I fell down. It'll be fine if I take a rest. But..."

Zhuang Qingchan followed Mu Yunyin's gaze and saw the performance costume that was placed on the chair next to her.Not only were there two obvious stains on the front of the skirt and the legs, but the whole dress was also scratched and out of shape, and it was obviously impossible to wear it again.

Zhuang Qingchan suddenly understood the problem.

At this time, Mu Yunyin said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to perform on stage. The number of people is one less, and many combinations and positions must be changed. There is still more than an hour before the performance, so we must hurry up. "

Zhuang Qingchan's heart tightened suddenly when she heard the other party's calm and serious tone.

A girl next to her who was wearing the same costume immediately said, "We have practiced dancing together for more than a month, and we are all one. The show is incomplete without one person. It would be better if no one appeared. !"

Mu Yunyin's expression is calm and steady that doesn't often appear on her face. She said seriously: "It's because we have danced for so long, how can we not show it to the audience. And the performance list of the show has already been printed. After it has been distributed, this program cannot be given up no matter what.”

Hearing these words, Zhuang Qingchan couldn't help but think of Mu Yunyin's countless time and efforts for this performance during this period of time, and suddenly felt very sad.

The people around were all in a very depressed mood, and a depressive silence permeated the entire preparation room for a while.

Suddenly, another girl muttered softly: "Why don't we borrow clothes... If there is no way to borrow a set of exactly the same clothes, how about we all change into a new set?"

This is almost the most suitable solution, but—"We need a total of seven sets of costumes suitable for classical dance, not only the quantity, but also the requirements for the style and material of the clothes. These dance costumes must be booked in advance, and then Special delivery. There is no way to borrow it for a while..."

The senior who was in charge of preparing the costumes pointed out the impossibility of this proposal in a difficult tone despite her reluctance.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavier, and no one spoke again.

After a few seconds, Mu Yunyin's voice sounded: "Hurry up and rehearse the dance again." Her tone was very calm, and there was no sadness or resentment in her expression that her long-term hard work was in vain. Seeing Zhuang Qingchan looking at her, even He even shook Zhuang Qingchan's hand comfortingly.

Zhuang Qingchan took a deep breath, and said calmly: "I belong to the student union, and I also know seniors in the literature and art department. I will call and ask if there is any other way." After a pause, Zhuang Qingchan finally said: "In order to Just in case, let’s also change the choreography of the dance at the same time.”

After speaking, Zhuang Qingchan walked out of the preparation room with her mobile phone. Except for the calls of a few members of the same department, she only had the mobile phone number of senior sister Shen Wei, so she dialed it immediately.

"Sister Shen Wei? I'm Zhuang Qingchan. I'm sorry to bother you. That's it. My friend participated in the performance of the society's anniversary party today. The performance will start in an hour and a half, but suddenly there is a problem with the costume. A classical dance costume with a certain look, or seven sets of the same costume. I want to call and ask the members of the art department if there is any way..."

After Shen Wei finished listening, she said, "Okay, don't worry. Wait a minute..."

Shen Wei and the people around her briefly explained a few words, then handed over the phone to each other.

On the other end of the phone, Zhuang Qingchan had already taken out a pen and paper, waiting for Shen Wei to tell her the phone number, but only heard a steady male voice from the phone: "It's okay, I can borrow it for you."

It's Xiang Zhihua.

☆, entrust

The night wind howled and the rain poured down.

Due to the thunderstorm, the sky darkened earlier than usual, and the entire auditorium was shrouded in the shadow of dark clouds, and the eaves were under the merciless blow of rain and cold wind.

Inside the auditorium is a different scene.

The long-awaited party, the lively atmosphere was not affected by the bad weather.The auditorium was full of people early, and there were noisy voices everywhere. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the opening, and even the aisles were blocked.

Now there are only 10 minutes left before the official start of the show, and Mu Yunyin's dance program is ranked second. Even if the opening time can be delayed for a while, there is not much time left.

Speaking of all kinds of evening performances, the Art Department naturally takes over the most activities, and its proficiency in logistical matters such as costume preparation is not comparable to that of ordinary clubs for laymen.It stands to reason that the rental of special performance costumes needs to be prepared in advance, and there is almost no means of compensation for temporary accidents.

But Xiang Zhihua's fate coincidence is a bit of a special channel.

There is a university town nearby, and there are several universities within a few kilometers.In one of them, a student worked part-time in the business of reselling and renting costumes. He set up a warehouse nearby, piling up a large amount of costumes, and mainly provided services for various activities of nearby universities.This is a business that only started last semester, and not many people know about it, but it happened to be able to save an emergency at this time.

Zhuang Qingchan stood at the door and waited, looking at the dark night outside and the pouring rainwater, anxiety, worry, guilt, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined, messing up her mind.

Suddenly, under the night, a hazy black figure quickly approached here.

Zhuang Qingchan immediately opened the umbrella and walked out. As soon as she walked down the stairs of the auditorium, the other party was already in front of her.

Xiang Zhihua got off the battery car and picked up a tightly tied large plastic bag that was placed at his feet earlier.

Under this ferocious rain, the other party only wore a wide-brimmed hat, and the rain fell on his shoulders without any cover, and the soaked clothes were seeping water all the time.

Xiang Zhihua looked at Zhuang Qingchan who was standing in the rain holding an umbrella, and said: "Go into the auditorium, I'll help you get it up."

I took photos of the clothes when they were in the warehouse to confirm that they were ok, but now that they have been delivered, it can be said that everything is fine.

Zhuang Qingchan shook her head lightly, and put the umbrella on top of the two of them.But it didn't mean much to Xiang Zhihua who was already drenched, and Zhuang Qingchan immediately realized this.

She took the bag containing the clothes from the other party, and the other party did not force it, and handed it over obediently.Zhuang Qingchan raised her head and said, "Hurry up and go back to the dormitory to take a shower. Should you walk back with an umbrella, or..."

Xiang Zhihua said: "It's okay, I'll just ride the battery car and go back faster. The performance hasn't started yet, but fortunately, I finally caught up." Xiang Zhihua's tone was as gentle and tolerant as usual, and he probably couldn't imagine it just by listening to the voice The opponent looked embarrassed.

Zhuang Qingchan responded and asked, "Is there anything like ginger tea in the senior's bedroom?"

Hearing this, Xiang Zhihua smiled lightly for some reason and said: "It's okay, I'm young, it's fine to go back and flush the hot water after getting wet in the rain." After a pause, he continued: "Then I'll go back first gone."

Zhuang Qingchan finally said, "Thank you, Senior Xiang."

Xiang Zhihua, who had already turned around, turned his head and waved his hands, then got on the battery car and left in the wind and rain.

After a few words, Zhuang Qingchan entered the preparation room with a plastic bag, and everyone who was waiting there heaved a sigh of relief.

The show ended up coming out unscathed.

The degree of splendor did not disappoint the students who came to watch it in the pouring rain. The audience finally left the stage amidst unsatisfactory and full of praise, and each took up an umbrella and dispersed in the rain.

The head of the association expressed his sincere thanks to Zhuang Qingchan, and the members of the association also expressed their gratitude in a hurry.

Zhuang Qingchan just stated that the person who helped borrow the clothes was Xiang Zhihua, the deputy head of the literature and art department of the School of Economics and Management, and she didn't dare to take credit for it.

After returning to the dormitory building, Zhuang Qingchan dug out a package of things from the drawer, walked a certain distance with an umbrella, and stopped at another building.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, and soon a boy came out of the dormitory.

"Zhuang Xuemei?" Xiang Zhihua had already taken a shower and changed into a dry shirt, and even dried his hair.

Zhuang Qingchan handed the bag in her hand to the other party, "Make a little drink to warm your body."

Xiang Zhihua took it, looked into the bag and said, "Ginger tea?"

Zhuang Qingchan blinked, and said casually: "To be precise, it's brown sugar ginger water. I took it directly from the dormitory. You are welcome, senior."

Xiang Zhihua's movements paused for a moment, apparently understanding its function, and he said a bit dumbfounded: "That's really thank you for your kindness, junior."

"You're welcome." Zhuang Qingchan, who gave her menstrual period supplies as a gift, responded frankly without any guilt.

Xiang Zhihua smiled helplessly: "Then I'll send my junior back."

Zhuang Qingchan shook her head resolutely and said: "Senior has been drenched in the rain for so long, if you want you to send me back, you might as well not come to deliver things."

After a pause, he said seriously: "I am really grateful for today's matter, senior, and I am also very sorry. If there is anything I can help in the future, please let me know."

Xiang Zhihua looked at Zhuang Qingchan's face, thought for a few seconds, and said slowly: "If you're really sorry, can you give me a little thank you?"

Zhuang Qingchan didn't hesitate or feel embarrassed, and smiled naturally: "Of course. But I am a person with principles, and I don't sell myself."

Xiang Zhihua deliberately looked Zhuang Qingchan from head to toe, and finally laughed: "Okay. Then I will suffer a little bit, as long as I can call your name directly."

Zhuang Qingchan stood on the spot and looked at Xiang Zhihua for a while, and finally said softly: "Senior Xiang is really... okay. Then I'll go back first, good night."

Xiang Zhihua said: "Good night, Qingchan."

The request to directly call out the name is really clever, it is not too much, it makes Zhuang Qingchan who deeply owes the other party a big favor no reason to refuse, and it really brings their relationship that has been stagnant for a long time one step closer. exquisite.

Sure enough, he is still a cute and straightforward child.Zhuang Qingchan walked back holding the umbrella, thinking silently.

As soon as he thought about it, Zhuang Qingchan couldn't help feeling complicated when he thought that Xiang Zhihua had been riding a battery scooter back and forth for an hour on a windy and stormy night without a word.What's more, if the student who is doing business also made a special trip, he would obviously owe favors to others, and this favor would also be recorded in Xiang Zhihua's account.

If it was Mu Yunyin who did this for her, Zhuang Qingchan might feel distressed and feel guilty, but she wouldn't be so disturbed.Because she and Mu Yunyin are best friends, they can give everything for each other and take it for granted.

But Xiang Zhihua.

Zhuang Qingchan believed that her relationship with the other party never reached this point.

What kind of relationship, what kind of request can be made, this is the truth.Zhuang Qingchan also regards this as the principle of life and never crosses the line.Now, she didn't have enough relationship with Xiang Zhihua, but she entrusted him with such troublesome things.This kind of situation happened to Zhuang Qingchan and it was unique.

In this world, there is no such thing as receiving a gift in vain without paying anything in return.Even if you can't see it at the moment, even if others don't ask for it, if you owe a favor, you still owe it, and the subsequent impact will show up one day.

But this time it was about Mu Yunyin.

So Zhuang Qingchan had no other choice, nor did she regret it.

☆, invite

the other side.

Xiang Zhihua, who went upstairs with the bag, was also teased and questioned by his roommate: "Hey, it was raining late at night, and I sent you something specially. What kind of beauty is so heart-warming, let me introduce it to my buddies."

Another person who was lying on the bed and playing with the computer poked his head out and said, "Didn't you see that he went to borrow a battery car when it was raining heavily earlier, and when he came back, he was drenched like a drenched chicken. Of course the girl is very sorry. It's a favor. It was a really good hand.”

The last person sitting on the lower berth said lazily: "I only care about what to give? Is it delicious?"

The first person to speak said again: "It doesn't matter if it's delicious or not, it's a late-night snack of love, even a pack of chewing gum is close to the heart."

A few people come and talk to each other, and the sentences are full of deep meanings, almost making up a drama. Xiang Zhihua, who was carrying a bag of brown sugar and ginger water granules, was helpless, so he simply took out the can and made a cup. Said: "It's ginger water. Let's be considerate."

As soon as he drank it, his body soon felt warm, and his expression softened unconsciously.

For the sake of friends, the person who has always refused people for thousands of miles will not hesitate to ask him to come to him, and when he is in a hurry, he will patiently tell him "It's raining heavily outside, please be careful on the road", if the girl is willing to really Keeping you in my heart, it will definitely be so considerate that people will soften their hearts.

Just thinking about it, he happened to catch a glimpse of the effect of "effectively alleviating menstrual pain" written on the back of the packaging bag, Xiang Zhihua finally couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth again.

At this time, a phone call happened to interrupt the roommates' stalking questioning of "which girl is it?"

Xiang Zhihua ignored the group of people who were idle and had nothing to do, and answered the phone decisively. "Hello, Shirozawa?"

The opposite party gave a casual yo, which was regarded as a greeting.

Xiang Zhihua said: "What's the matter?"

The opposite said: "Next semester, our Conservatory of Music will celebrate its [-]th anniversary, and we plan to hold a big music festival, and we will also attract tourists to watch the ceremony." After a long series of quite official explanations, he said bluntly: "Are you coming or not? "

"Music festival?" Xiang Zhihua asked strangely.Although he knew that the other party was a loyal lover of music, that he had even applied for a music school in college, and that he did not intend to inherit the family business, but he still couldn't think of a reason why the other party invited him so much earlier.

"Ah." The other party responded casually, "I can't help it, I owe someone a favor, so I have to sell you."

Xiang Zhihua was choked by this straightforward and guilt-free speech, and only listened to the other end of the phone and continued without guilt: "It's okay, the other party is still a beauty, and you are not at a disadvantage. Anyway, my task is to ensure that the appointment You go there, and don’t care about anything else. Of course, if it’s really a good thing, you can treat me to dinner again.”

This insincere consolation and shameless remarks deeply made Xiang Zhihua question his vision of making friends, but after all, he is a childhood sweetheart of his childhood sweetheart, so he can only say helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense. I know, I will go to Yes. But let me tell you first, I'm not interested in any beauties."

The other party got the guarantee, not only did not stop, but continued: "Oh, this tone. Is it the rhythm of someone in my heart and wanting to guard my body like a jade? I heard the rumors before... Is it true?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Xiang Zhihua said with a gentle expression, which was completely opposite to the soft tone, and said mercilessly.

The other party just laughed a few times indifferently on the phone, and said lazily: "Since this is the case, you might as well bring him here. You should know that you have an owner, and that young lady probably won't bother me anymore. Besides, our school’s music festival is definitely worth a visit, and it’s also a great place for a date.”

Under this sales promotion without any understanding of modesty, Xiang Zhihua finally said: "Let's talk about it."

☆, the end of the period

As the weather turns cold, the students put on thick winter clothes three layers inside and outside three layers. When they go to and from get out of class, they look like a group of chubby penguins migrating collectively.

And with the winter vacation that everyone is thinking about, it is naturally the final exam that makes people fear like a beast.

You can't wait for the holidays with your family to come soon, but you can't wait for the final exams that get in the way and never come.Regardless of whether the students with complicated moods are looking forward to it or not, the end of the term is finally approaching step by step.

Not only did Mu Yunyin, who was lying on the textbook, not be motivated by the pressure of the exam, but as the days went by, her whole body became sluggish as if her energy had been taken away.

It's as if the test monster comes with a debuff that weakens all attributes. As the test date approaches, the effect against the enemy will increase day by day.

Zhuang Qingchan, who was sitting upright at the table, flipping through the book leisurely, was in stark contrast to Mu Yunyin, who was slumped on the chair, feeling ashamed.

This fact tells us: There are always some people who can be immune to all negative effects and reach an agreement of friendly and peaceful coexistence with the big monster of the exam.By the way, give the other lingering dogs a head-on blow.

Zhuang Qingchan turned over the last page, then closed the book, and lightly poked Mu Yunyin who was lying dead.

Sister Mu, who emptied the blood tank: "..." This person is dead, burn paper for something...

So Zhuang Qingchan withdrew her hand, put her chin on her head and turned her head to look out of the window, as if she was talking to herself: "Actually, whether you do well in the exam is the next thing, if you fail the class, you won't be able to get rid of these classes throughout the winter vacation, or even the Chinese New Year. "

Mu Yunyin's fingers trembled slightly.

Zhuang Qingchan persisted and said: "If you can't even pass the make-up exam for the next semester, you can only take another semester. The courses for freshmen and sophomores are tight, and if you have to make up a few more courses, the time allocation can't be done. It will fail more classes. If this vicious circle continues, there is really no hope for the future. Thinking about it makes me feel a little scared." Zhuang Qingchan sighed softly.

This exclamation hit Mu Yunyin's chest like a shot put, almost causing her to vomit three liters of blood.

Zhuang Qingchan changed the subject at this time, and said to Mu Yunyin: "Anyway, I've read almost the content of today, why don't you go out and relax?"

"...No... I'd better watch it for a while." Mu Yunyin's expression was bewildered as if she was dreaming.

She didn't see much at all today, and if she relaxes, she will really fall into the endless abyss... Even Xiao Qing can't save her.

……

Days are ups and downs in pain.

Finally, she passed the review stage that was more painful than the exam, and after the exam, Mu Yunyin only felt that she was not well.

She carefully recalled everything that happened from more than a year ago to the present, and suddenly found that this seemed to be a closely connected serial trap.The consequence of studying hard and getting into a good university is to continue to struggle desperately for grade points and failing grades.

It was agreed to start a business after graduating from high school, and it was agreed to become a CEO to reach a new pinnacle in life. She is going to be entangled with studying and taking exams to an endless rhythm...

Zhuang Qingchan here didn't know that the best friend she had tricked was crying silently, and she ran into an acquaintance just a few steps out of the teaching building.

"Qingchan." Xiang Zhihua who was walking behind said when he saw a familiar figure.

"Good afternoon, Senior Xiang." Zhuang Qingchan who stopped and turned around responded.

Xiang Zhihua chased after him in a few steps, and walked side by side with Zhuang Qingchan: "How did the school girl do in the exam? It looks like she has a sure chance of winning." He laughed.

"Huh? Is it obvious?" Zhuang Qingchan asked in surprise, she thought she always had the same expression.

"How should I put it, it just gives people a feeling of holding a wisdom pearl." Xiang Zhihua commented, and couldn't help joking, "At this time, with this expression on his face, it is an invisible feeling to others. harm."

Zhuang Qingchan calmly said: "It won't hurt the senior anyway."

Xiang Zhihua said: "Anyway, I don't dare to be as high-profile and candid as my junior. If I put on Zhang Zhi's smug face at this time, I will probably be beaten."

Zhuang Qingchan laughed softly: "Senior is right. I really need to pay attention later, otherwise I will probably be haunted by resentment."

Although Zhuang Qingchan also wanted to have confidence in her best friend, and had already extended a helping hand without any hesitation, but after going through the review stage together, Zhuang Qingchan, who has different majors, could only say: I have really tried my best.

Thinking that Mu Yunyin was mostly looking like she was in so much pain, Zhuang Qingchan couldn't control her expression, her brows and eyes softened when she smiled.

Xiang Zhihua, who was walking beside Zhuang Qingchan, said: "I mean that friend of yours. It is said that you have a very good relationship... Speaking of which, I have never had the chance to meet him. I always feel curious about what kind of person he is after listening to the description."

Talking about her good friend, Zhuang Qingchan smiled and said: "We have been friends since we were young, but she is not from our college, so it really depends on fate."

All kinds of activities in the university are almost all based on the college. Mu Yunyin, who is an engineering student, and a student majoring in half-literature and half-science majoring in economics and finance, have nothing in common with the class schedule. It can be said that there is almost no intersection. .

"That's right, fate is really a wonderful thing." Xiang Zhihua sighed softly.

"By the way, Qingchan." Xiang Zhihua hesitated for a while, and finally invited, "I have a friend who is studying at Shenghua Conservatory of Music, and their school will hold a grand music exchange ceremony next semester... Would you like to join us?" Want to see it?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Qingchan turned her head to look at the people around her.

Xiang Zhihua's face is still handsome and gentle, and his whole body is surrounded by a gentlemanly demeanor.Only the eyes showed restrained expectation and hope...and, a little apprehension.He obviously didn't have the slightest confidence in whether the girls around him would agree to his invitation. This inner lack of self-confidence broke his usual calm and composed aura.

Zhuang Qingchan thought of the other party Yuye running around for her and getting into a mess before, and couldn't bear to refuse.So she paused and said, "Senior Xiang...would you mind if I invite another friend?"

Xiang Zhihua was startled, and immediately said: "Of course there is no problem. The event will be held in March and April. I will tell you the specific date."

"Okay." Zhuang Qingchan nodded in response.

After a while, Xiang Zhihua adjusted his mood and returned to his usual posture. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Just now I really didn't know if you would agree, this kind of mood... I feel that I am the least good at subjects. I've never been this nervous about final exams."

In fact, Zhuang Qingchan's answer was not so much an acceptance as a tactful refusal, and both of them knew this well.But Xiang Zhihua made a joke as if he didn't care at all, which virtually dispelled Zhuang Qingchan's guilt and embarrassment.

On the one hand, Zhuang Qingchan was relieved by the other party's reaction, but on the other hand, this gentle and considerate attitude made her feel more complicated.

Zhuang Qingchan didn't have any abnormalities on her face, she just followed the previous words: "It's probably because the senior doesn't have any subjects that he's not good at. It's not good to show superiority like this."

Zhuang Qingchan also teased, and then talked about other topics: "Speaking of Shenghua Conservatory of Music, it is quite a coincidence. In fact, in the third year of high school, I originally took it as my first choice... Later, I felt that I really didn't This talent, just let it go."

Xiang Zhihua was a little surprised at first when he heard the words, thought for a while and then smiled: "It's really a coincidence. However, I think a girl like Qingchan can do well no matter what she wants to do. What's more, you really played the violin very well."

Zhuang Qingchan also smiled and said, "Forget it now. The Shenghua Conservatory of Music produces a large number of talented people, which can be said to be the cradle of future musicians. If senior Xiang praises me like that again, I really won't be able to step down from the stage."

☆, change

After passing the exam, we can finally usher in the dawn of the holiday.And no matter how you feel after the exam, it can't offset the joy of going home.

Although the city where Zhuang Qingchan's university is located is not far from home, and the high-speed train is only an hour or two away, but counting the time to go to the train station at both ends, it is not a small project to go back and forth.In addition, there were many things to do in school, so Zhuang Qingchan only went home during the long vacation.

As soon as Zhuang Qingchan entered the door, she felt that her mother, whom she had not seen for a long time, had become different.

how to say?Nor is it any change in appearance, or the illusion brought about by the long-term separation, but a real change.

Mother exudes a special temperament from the inside out.Elegant and calm, indifferent and confident, as if the corners of the eyes and brows are flowing with elegance.A man in his forties, with a slender body and a face that has been affected by the years, seems to exude a strange charm naturally.

It seemed that the moody, somewhat gloomy and irascible woman was just a dream.

Looking at her mother who seemed to have been reborn, Zhuang Qingchan was also taken aback for a moment, but after thinking about it, she finally understood.

Zhuang Qingchan was not in a hurry to say anything else, she just said, "Mom, I'm back."

Suddenly seeing her daughter who had been separated for nearly half a year, Zhuang's mother couldn't even switch to the usual mode of getting along for a while, she just looked at Zhuang Qingchan in a daze, and murmured: "Xiaoqing...you have grown up."

There were so many complicated emotions in this sentence that Zhuang Qingchan couldn't distinguish them for a while.And Zhuang's mother sighed subconsciously, looked at her daughter who was as tall as herself, and finally said only one sentence: "Just come back, let's eat first."

Zhuang Qingchan responded obediently as usual, and went to wash her hands.

Seeing the water pouring down from the gap between her fingers, Zhuang Qingchan also closed her eyes.

There has never been only one thing that can make such a huge change in the mother——

violin.

The violin used by Zhuang Qingchan's mother when she was young has actually been carefully stored at home, and Zhuang Qingchan will regularly maintain it together with her own violin.

Zhuang Qingchan had a dispute with her mother during the winter vacation of her third year of high school. Although her mother finally compromised and gave up her dream of letting Zhuang Qingchan realize her dream, she didn't take any action anymore.Zhuang Qingchan pondered for a long time about the words of comfort,