chapter20

Bi Hao shrank, his voice was so nervous that he was hoarse: "It's just an alcoholic beverage, I thought..."

Fu Siyan stood up and glanced at him from a high place, his cold voice slashing through the silence:

"Warning you for the last time, don't let me see you take her to drink again."

-

After Bi Hao left, Fu Siyan turned off the TV and turned on a small light.

The little girl on the sofa was slightly undulating, like a sleeping little cat. He looked at it, pressed her eyebrows helplessly, and went upstairs to get the blanket.

Rong Huan heard the rustling sound and his consciousness gradually became clear. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Siyan covering her blanket.

Seeing her awaken, he sat down next to her, staring at her dazed eyes, "Awaken?"

Rong Huan quickly sat up, glanced around, and before he could ask, Fu Siyan replied: "Bi Hao is leaving first."

His eyes moved to the few bottles of peach drinks empty on the table, and his voice sank deeper, and his body approached her: "Drinking again? Do you know how small you drink?"

The man looked dull and inexplicably more serious. She thought he was angry and waved his hand immediately, "I'm not drunk, I'm just asleep..."

She felt astringent in her throat and added: "Uncle Fu, don't be angry..."

Her voice was very light, but it fell into his ears clearly, and the wrinkles and frizz in his heart were inexplicably relieved in an instant.

He still had a cold expression, but he asked her: "What if the uncle is really angry?"

"Then...then I promise I will never drink again and I will not touch alcohol."

"It's OK to drink, but there is a prerequisite- Uncle must be present."

He raised his lips and said patiently to her: "It's not that uncle doesn't let you drink, but girls should know how to protect themselves. If you drink alone with boys, you may be in danger if you get drunk and unconscious."

Just like Bi Hao was panicked just now, he was thinking about it, and Fu Siyan also guessed eight or nine points in his heart.

"Yeah, I got it."

He raised his hand and gently pinched her pink face, stood up, and smiled in his voice, "Let's go, go to the kitchen to help his uncle."

-

On the first morning of the National Day holiday, it was a small class for improvisational accompaniment. After Rong Huan bought breakfast, when he went to the class, he heard Baozi turn around and ask Xie Rou and Heimei: "Have you practiced accompaniment?"

Xie Rou looked relaxed: "Isn't the accompaniment very simple?"

The black girl was nervous, "I'm not familiar with it, I'm so afraid that she will draw me..."

Rong Huan sat down next to the bun, looking confused: "What accompaniment?"

"Hey? Don't you know? The teacher notified in the group that there were several tracks, pick one with chords." Rong Huan opened the QQ, and then found that he had adjusted the group message at some point without interruption, and did not notice the assignment temporarily assigned two days ago.

Xie Rou frowned: "What should I do if you haven't practiced? She must check the homework today."

Rong Huan calmly drank soy milk, "It's okay, I can't help but be anxious now."

The black girl was worried for her: "Oh, I hope we won't be drawn!"

"bite--"

The class bell rang, and the teacher walked in. Xie Rou looked at Rong Huan's back, curled her lips slightly, and opened the textbook.

The female teacher in the improvised accompaniment class is a famous "cold-blooded sister" in the college. She was late for class and missed class. She deducted 5 points at the end of the semester. She did not complete her homework seriously and also deducted points for her usual grades. The class she taught in previous classes was the first in the college.

As soon as class started, she began to check the accompaniment exercises and asked the classmates to come up and play.

"I'll prepare time for you in advance, and just play like this?"

"There are also people who can even make the beat wrong. I don't know how you got into this major!"

The girl's face was thin-skinned, and when she scolded her, her eyes turned red, but the teacher showed no mercy.

She opened the roster and said, "You're dealing with me for so long during the holidays? Give another one." Seeing her face so dark, her brows were almost frowning into Mount Everest, everyone was praying wildly not to draw themselves.

"Xie Rou."

Xie Rou stood up and walked onto the stage. She felt her palms were getting hot and her heart was full of excitement. In fact, she especially hoped to draw herself. She practiced for a long time and hoped to leave a good impression on the teacher.

The smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to show that she was not handing in her homework, but was performing a gorgeous performance.

Compared to the previous classmates' stumbling, Xie Rou seemed much smoother. After playing, the teacher's face finally smiled: "Well, I'm sure I've been going back to prepare carefully. I remember that there was a classmate who was admitted to high scores this year and the third in the art exam in the province. Is it you?"

Xie Rou's face was awkward, and she heard the teacher continue to say to herself: "Sure enough, everyone is looking at it. Just because of this learning attitude, they are much better than you..."

"Teacher, this person is not me." Xie Rou spoke.

"Oh? Who is that in your class?"

"It's Rong Huan." Xie Rou looked at Rong Huan in the audience, and a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes.

After the teacher recognized Rong Huan, he nodded, "Okay, then you can come up and play it."

Baozi and Hei Mei took a breath and looked at Rong Huan with anxiety because they knew Rong Huan had never practiced it.

Xie Rou walked off the stage and happened to pass by Rong Huan. Her expression remained unchanged, but she smiled in her heart.

The teacher asked Rong Huan first: "Have you practiced back?"

She replied: "I didn't see the news and didn't know about this assignment."

The teacher's face turned around and started to be windy and rainy again. He smiled angrily and said, "There are so many excuses. Don't think that you have good grades and you can rest assured when you enter the college entrance examination. With such a learning attitude, it's better to go back to the dormitory and sleep!"

She was about to deduct points from Rong Huan, but Rong Huan suddenly said, "Teacher, since it is improvised, it is time to arrange the repertoire now, right?"

The teacher was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Okay, then you can also play Xie Rou's song "Jiangnan" just now."

Rong Huan sat in front of the piano, and the classmates in the audience watched the excitement. "Jiangnan" was difficult at first. If you really hadn't practiced it before, it would be in sharp contrast to Xie Rou when you came out. Isn't the teacher making things difficult for others?

Xie Rou looked at Rong Huan with an unconcealed arrogance on her face.

Rong Huan is better than her anywhere, but she finally can't make a name for herself today, right?

However, the moment Rong Huan pressed the keys with his fingers, everyone's guess was completely overturned.

"She is really improvised? Late. 666..."

"I can still play like this without practicing. I'm so citric."

The students sitting below made a shocked discussion. The piano sound was very smooth, and the strings used were richer and smoother than Xie Rou. The right and left hand cooperated with each other, which was natural.

The students in the audience all looked at each other with envious eyes, surprised at Rong Huan's level.

Xie Rou bit her lip in anger and clenched her fists.

Rong Huan has been taking improvisation accompaniment classes since she was a child. He basically spent half an hour practicing every day. After more than ten years of persistence, he could get any song.

At the end of the song, the teacher recalled what he said just now and was a little embarrassed. He quickly praised: "It's very good to play. Did you see it? This is called improvisational accompaniment. If you can play this level as soon as you get the song, it's okay not to attend class. Okay, let's start class..."

Rong Huan returned to her seat and Baozi was excited: "You are so awesome, the boss will take my knees!"

Heimei: "I was so scared that I just now that I thought you were going to be criticized by the teacher."

Xie Rou looked at Rong Huan's back and slowly dizzed ink on the white paper in her hand.

-

When get out of class was over, the counselor released a major news in the college announcement group. The famous symphony orchestra "Chasing Dreams in the Sea" was coming to Lincheng for a performance. The municipal government actually reached a cooperation with it. At that time, all colleges and universities in Lincheng selected a few students to perform with the orchestra, which was an innovation that had never been seen before.

When the bun just left the class and saw this news, he jumped three feet high and grabbed Rong Huan's arm. He was so excited that he almost split the spot: "My God, I must sign up for this. What kind of peerless benefit is this to be able to play with Zhu Meng!"

The "Surviving Dreams in the Sea" orchestra is well-known at home and abroad. It has won numerous awards to represent the highest level of the Chinese Symphony Orchestra. It has performed in the Golden Hall of Vienna and is also highly recognized by foreigners.

The black girl made her head: "Do you think anyone can go? This requires selection. I think it's so much happiness to just go to the scene."

"Yes, this is definitely one in a million, but I have to try it anyway. What about Rong Huan and Xie Rou? How about signing up together?"

Xie Rou: "I will definitely go to this. Rong Huan...you should go there too, right?"

Rong Huan looked up and smiled: "It depends on the situation."

There were three or four classes in the morning. They walked to another teaching building. It was time for get out of class to end. There were many people passing by in the corridor. Rong Huan held mineral water in one hand and lowered his head to lit the takeaway for lunch. When he heard his roommate suddenly became excited again: "Hey, look at a man in front of him! So handsome!"

"What kind of fairy looks like this horse? I'm dead..."

"I don't look like a student, is it a teacher?"

Seeing that Rong Huan was still looking at her phone, Baozi hurriedly grabbed her hand: "Rong Huan, look!"

When Rong Huan heard this, he looked over their vision and saw a man leaning against a gray-brown tiled wall on the outside of the corridor in front.

The man has a tall figure, short hair is neat, his face is like a knife, his eyebrows and eyes are cold, and his fingertips are scarlet flames, which are obviously dying and can't see them clearly.

The window behind him was half open, and the breeze blew in, melting into the lingering white mist. The sunlight shone outside fell on his pure white long windbreaker jacket, as if it was covered with gold, dazzling and softer.

His eyes fell outside the window, not knowing what he was looking at, his expression was indifferent and lazy.

Next to him was the corridor where two teaching buildings meet. Passers-by came and went, and many girls were looking at him, but no one dared to step forward.

Rong Huan's heart beat, and his steps seemed to be unable to move away, and he was still in place.

The next moment, Fu Siyan seemed to sense her gaze, closed her eyebrows, turned her head, and her eyes fell straight towards her.

As the eyes met, Rong Huan's heart beat violently, and his hands shook, and the mineral water bottle fell to the ground with a "bang" and slowly rolled forward.

Finally, he braked the car at Fu Siyan's feet.

She was confused and saw the man looking at his feet, lowering his eyes and smiling faintly.
Chapter completed!