Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows: "A villain."

Wen Qiao: "There are only a few days left, let's hurry up and practice."

When I went to the cafeteria to eat in the evening, I met Jin Xuan, but I didn't see Zhao Tong. Miss Zhao didn't come to the cafeteria to eat anymore, and she was cooking a small stove outside to avoid running into their group of bandits.

Jin Xuan walked with them to the dining table carrying the dinner plates, and said with good intentions: "Now the folk music department is struggling to support itself. I advise you to also transfer to Western music. The school should also encourage it. "

Wen Qiao smiled: "I just hope that one day folk music will become popular, and traitors like you will stop licking your face and asking to return to the folk music department."

Jin Xuan was stunned and couldn't help but look Wen Qiao up and down: "Wishes are beautiful, reality is skinny, so I wish you that all your wishes will come true."

Lu Youyou: "Traitor, don't block the way, dirty the way we are walking."

Jin Xuan raised her eyebrows: "Don't be so critical of me. In this world, heroes are always judged by their success or failure. Their integrity cannot be eaten as food, and their self-esteem is not worth much money. After you graduate, you will find out that this society It’s cruel. Our graduates of Western music are in short supply whether they are performing or teaching. And your folk music department... may only be able to hang out in some unknown small theater for appreciating folk music, with a sparse audience, and perform a performance. , the income is not enough to pay wages, you will know when the time comes, what I said today is definitely with good intentions."

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Excuse me, please take care of yourself first. Can you pass the viola exam? Can you graduate successfully?"

Jin Xuan looked at the backs of those people and shook her head. She was really a tough talker and was completely hopeless.

The day before Thanksgiving, they were almost done rehearsing. Lu Youyou scrolled through her phone and said, "Tomorrow we will go to Wenci Art Center for rehearsal early in the morning."

Lu Youyou is both the president and the stylist.

"What shall we wear tomorrow?"

Chunxiao suggested: "How about cheongsam?"

Lin Xiang clicked his tongue: "I'm not used to wearing that kind of wrap."

"Then you wear a plain gown."

Lu Youyou raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you a Hanfu player? You don't even have cheongsam, right?"

"I have a best friend in high school who is at Fukai University. She likes to collect cheongsams, and she has all kinds of cheongsams."

Fukai University happened to be right next to Yangyin, and the living areas were together. Chunxiao's best friend soon sent a large bag of cheongsam over.

"This neutral-style gown is for Lin Xiang. Youyou, you wear the crescent white one, I'll wear the peacock green one, and Qiao Qiao wears this carmine red one. How about it?"

These cheongsams are extremely well made, made of velvet fabric, and faintly inlaid with gold threads. They are expensive at first glance.

On the same day, Wen Qiao and the others took their costumes to the Wenci Art Center. Not only was there a performance by Yang Yin, it was a small party with various programs.

Wen Qiao and the others' program was scheduled second. Apparently the producers didn't think much of them, so they were arranged so high.

When he saw Wen Qiao, the director's eyes lit up after the party. The girl was very beautiful, and the stage design could be a little more original: "Build a hanging chair for the girl playing the pipa, and the opening lights hit her. It was very... Arrests."

The stage artist said OK: "Good director."

During the rehearsal, he and Zhuang Yan met each other without looking up. Wen Qiao looked at him as if he were a stranger, with no trace of emotion in his eyes.

All she could think about was Fu Nanli.

Will he come?

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