Whenever I think of her dark years, I feel that the sins I have suffered today are not worth mentioning.

He deserves it.

"Well, let's rehearse."

The piano is to the guqin, and the violin is to the pipa.

The musical instruments they practiced were also matched in the same way. When the two were sitting in the backstage rehearsing, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that they were from Boya, and everything in the world was still, only he and Wen Qiao were together.

Fu Nanli and Shang Fan stared at him in the side curtain, making him a little irritable, so he thought about going to the backstage to find Wen Qiao first.

When he got to the backstage and saw that scene, it really made his anger stagnate in his heart.

His Qiao Er sat opposite the boy she liked, the boy's eyes were too hot, and Qiao Er occasionally glanced at the boy.

They were such a good match, to the point that he was flustered.

It was her performance, the performance she valued very much, he was an adult, and his girlfriend had her own career, so he wouldn't let her cancel the performance regardless of the unreasonable trouble.

Adults should be calm and rational, control their emotions even when they are jealous, not lose their sense of proportion, be decent, and be graceful.

When Lu Youyou came back from outside, he only saw the melancholy and sad back of Mr. Fu.

She groaned in her heart and chased after him. She saw Fu Shao smoking in the small garden behind the theater, with one hand in his pocket, and his right hand lit the ashes of the cigarette between her fingers.

Lu Youyou died of guilt, and did not dare to step forward. The performance will start immediately, so please wait until the end of the performance before asking Fu Shao to apologize.

Fu Nanli stood in the garden, her thoughts were confused, only one clear line was "if Wen Qiao's illness is cured, if Wen Qiao leaves him, he will die, and she will definitely leave him".

He selfishly didn't want to check her up, he didn't want her to get better, even if it was a last resort, as long as she could stay by his side, it was enough.

When Wen Qiao was on stage, he glanced at the side curtain of the stage and saw only Shang Fan.

Without seeing Fu Nanli, she looked around. The lights in the concert hall went out one by one. After looking around, she didn't see Fu Nanli, and Wen Qiao felt uneasy.

Halfway through the performance, the side curtain swayed slightly, and out of the corner of his eyes caught a familiar figure, Wen Qiao saw Fu Nanli coming back.

The lights were dim, she couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could feel that he didn't seem very happy.

Played smoothly.

She and Zhuang Yan are the first stage cooperation, but there is a sense of soul fusion.

Fu Nanli's father is also a musician. He has an instinctive sense of music. He can hear that the two people resonate very well in music, and they fit perfectly.

His knuckles turned white from his grip, and his eyes were filled with nameless anger.

Don't know who to be angry with.

This anger is too inexplicable, and he knows it himself.

His love affair is based on a huge lie, like a castle in the air, like a mirage, it will be broken at a touch.

Very unreliable.

A loud applause from the audience always brought him back to his real life, whose thoughts had been detached, and each applause reminded him that those two children were a perfect match.

Afterwards, he couldn't remember which songs Wen Qiao and the others performed. For an hour and a half, he was in a trance.

It was not until the thunderous applause sounded, and until Wen Qiao walked towards him with a lute, and wrapped his arms around his waist in front of many people, did his consciousness fall back to the ground.

Zhuang Yan's envious and jealous eyes were behind her, which finally comforted his elusive heart for a moment.

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