Living for twenty-three years, Xu Chengyang never expected that the idol he had been a screen-licking fan of for five or six years turned out to be his senior schoolmate. Could this an he might beco the next Fu Weiheng in the future?
Thinking of this, Xu Chengyang couldn’t help but burst into laughter. The abrupt laughter caused the other classmates in the lounge to look over, silenced and curious.
Mr. Xu, oblivious to everything, excitedly stepped forward, carefully grabbed the hand of the esteed violinist God, and earnestly said, "Senior brother! I am your ninth junior sister!"
Fu Weiheng: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"Xu Chengyang, what nonsense are you up to again!" Yang Erjin, who had sohow co from the front stage, stepped forward and knocked off Xu Chengyang’s hand from Fu Weiheng with a program list. "Don’t desecrate the god with your pig’s trotter." Then, straightforwardly, he dragged Xu Chengyang to the inside room to call people, "The actors for the remaining programs, get ready quickly, it’s about to go on stage."
Xu Chengyang’s resentful voice barely reached from the inside: "Yang Erjin, do you have a death wish..."
Old Charlie, watching the youthful and energetic scene of these two, couldn’t help but sigh, "How nice to be young!"
Qiaozi was long used to the bickering between Xu Chengyang and Yang Erjin, waved his hand, and went to pack up his instrunt.
By the ti Su Wan finished removing her makeup and returned, Qiaozi and Xu Chengyang had already changed into their clothes and were waiting for them. Seeing her, Xu Chengyang put away his phone, slung his violin over his back, and smiled, saying, "Yao Yao saved us seats, let’s hurry over."
Su Wan nodded, walked up to the dressing table and was about to pick up her violin when Fu Weiheng got ahead of her, slung it over his shoulder, and picked up the viola case with the other hand: "I’ll put the instrunt in the car, you go ahead first."
Su Wan hesitated for a mont: "Shall I go with you?"
"No need." Fu Weiheng raised his free hand to adjust her collar, "It’s cold outside."
"Then co back soon." Su Wan lowered her eyes slightly, her face a little warm.
"Okay."
By the ti they reached the audience seating, a program had just ended, and the lights ca on in the venue. Xu Chengyang and Qiaozi took the opportunity to walk inside, while Su Wan felt her pockets and realized she’d left her phone in the dressing room. She greeted Xu Chengyang and quickly returned to the lounge to retrieve it.
She went straight to the dressing room, pulled aside the heavy curtain, and saw her phone quietly sitting on the plastic stool.
"Cai Cai, the drumr is stuck on the street and can’t make it, what should we do..."
Su Wan picked up her phone and had just erged from the dressing room when she heard an anxious voice coming from the entrance of the lounge.
She glanced over and saw a girl with avant-garde makeup sprinting in from outside, standing in front of another girl listening to an MP3 at the dressing table.
Hearing the voice, the MP3 girl suddenly yanked off her earphones: "What did you say?"
The avant-garde girl, panting: "The drumr won’t make it, there was an accident on Jiahelu this afternoon, and there’s a pile-up obstructing the way..."
"Ah, can’t be this unlucky, our turn is just two programs away, where can I find a drumr now?"
The MP3 girl frantically stood up, and Su Wan could see her face clearly now. She was from the sa departnt, a junior nad Wangzai Xiaocaitou by her WeChat ID.
She suddenly rembered the incident with Li Jiayuan last ti, and how this Wangzai Xiaocaitou had helped her quite a bit.
After hesitating for a mont, Su Wan walked over to them and asked, "What’s the song?"
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