After dressing like a cannon fodder, I became the heroine of Shuangwen

Chapter 123 The person who just played is me

She stared at the crystal harp with interest.

The transparency of the whole body can already imagine what kind of effect it will be if the stage is covered with beautiful lights.

Coupled with Chu Xinjiao's white gauze dress and gentle and charming appearance, it was an ultimate visual feast.

But crystal harps are good-looking, and the orthodox harps that can really play amazing tunes are all made of wood.

The harp is not very popular in China, and most people who learn the harp need to buy and ship it from O continent.

This is why ordinary families cannot afford it and cannot access it.

But since Chu Yaoxing had just arrived, he had no plans to go back for a while.

Seeing a platform extending below the window, she stretched her legs and sat on the window sill, with one leg flat and the other arched, with her back against the wall.

"It's okay, I'll wait."

Just let her hear what level Chu Xinjiao is.

Chu Xinjiao got up and closed the door, then regarded her as nothing, stretched out her hands and plucked the strings.

Just after hearing the intro, Chu Yaoxing knew that she was playing "Moonlight".

The whole process was very smooth, and there were no mistakes or omissions.

The artistic conception has arrived, but there is still a lack of mood.

After practicing a few times, Chu Xinjiao got up and said, "Sister Yao Xing, what do you think of my playing?"

Chu Yaoxing looked down at the phone, and said casually, "It's not satisfactory."

Chu Xinjiao clenched her teeth.

She has been praised by countless harp masters as "extremely talented" and even "born for the harp".

In Chu Yaoxing's place, is it just unsatisfactory?

But I can also understand, how can someone who can't even recognize the strings of the zither expect her to understand the meaning of it?
Chu Xinjiao's sinister eyes glanced at the girl sitting on the window sill wantonly: "Sister Yao Xing, I'm going to the bathroom first, you can use mine to practice first."

"Ah."

Chu Xinjiao turned around and left the rehearsal room.

Seeing that she was gone, Chu Yaoxing jumped off the window sill.

Looking at the half-open door, he closed and locked it.

Immediately, he sat on the stool, closed his eyes, and covered the strings with his hands.

school hallway.

The principal walked forward with a foreigner, accompanied by an interpreter.

The foreigner was dressed in a white suit, about 20 years old, tall and slender.

With golden curly hair, ice blue pupils shone like sea water.

He laughed, like a spring breeze caressing, everything revived.

Those blue pupils were full of ocean-like attraction, and the white teeth were neat.

The small pear dimples that were revealed inadvertently made people's hearts thump.

The translator passed on the principal's words to the foreigner. "Mr. Allen, the school is just a rehearsal this afternoon, in fact, you don't need to come so early..."

Allen waved his hand: "It's okay. There's nothing to do in China. It's also good to see it in advance."

He heard that there was a girl who was good at playing the harp in the High School Attached to the Imperial University, so he wanted to come and see her.

After all, he can almost be said to have a unique advantage in the harp field.

He not only grew up in a harp family, but also has a teacher who is internationally renowned.

At the age of 13, he created his own repertoire, which attracted numerous praises.

But only he knows that he once went to country B and heard an oriental girl playing the harp in a coffee shop.

Only at that time did he realize that Western musical instruments can also be composed by Eastern girls to compose unique tunes and play out the beauty of the soul.

It was just because I was fascinated by listening to her that I missed meeting her, and I went to look for her afterwards, but was told that there was no such person.

That was the regret of his life.

Now he faintly felt that he had reached a bottleneck period, and he also heard that a girl with the highest attainment in the harp in Huaguo would play at the Centennial Celebration of the Imperial University, so there was a dark pull that prompted him to come.

If he was really lucky enough to find that girl and get her guidance, maybe he could get a qualitative breakthrough.

The three walked through the corridor, passing by many rehearsal rooms.

There are singing and music coming from inside.

Mixed together, still tactful and melodious.

Passing by a rehearsal room, he stopped suddenly.

"Clearly--"

It was the vibrating strings, the melody flowing down, with dynamic notes, combined into a captivating tune.

That piece of music seems to be integrated with people, expressing people's thoughts and playing what people can't say.

A sense of excitement almost burst through the chest.

The heart was beating violently, constantly conveying a sense of tension.

"Mr. Allen, what's the matter?"

Seeing him stop in front of a rehearsal room, the principal couldn't help asking.

Allen did not hesitate, ready to open the door.

But the door was locked, and after all, no one could be seen inside.

He was slightly disappointed and asked, "Who is playing here?"

The principal glanced at the house number, compared it with the list in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's Chu Xinjiao, a third-year student in our school."

Chu Yaoxing's little ancestor would not have the leisure to come here to practice.

And he knew that only Chu Xinjiao brought the crystal harp.

The headmaster doesn't know the harp, so naturally he can't understand what the music is playing.

Allen stared at the door, eager to see through: "Does the school have a spare key?"

He missed it once before, so he was extra careful, for fear of losing him again.

"Yes..." the principal scratched his head, "but it will take some time to get it now. This performance is ranked third in the high school attached to the Imperial University. We should watch the first two performances before coming back. The time should be just right. What's more , Playing a piece of music needs to be coherent, and interrupting it halfway is not appropriate."

Either way.

If you already know who it is, you don't have to worry about it.

Although Allen turned his head three times a step, he still followed the principal to the first rehearsal room.

After Chu Yaoxing finished playing the tune, he opened the door.

Just two steps away, Chu Xinjiao came back facing her. "Sister Yaoxing, where are you going?"

Chu Yaoxing said lazily, "Go back to work."

"But for a while..."

"I don't really want to be on the show either."

Chu Yaoxing's implication is that it doesn't matter if she is disqualified if she doesn't participate in the rehearsal, she is not interested in it anyway.

Chu Xinjiao saw that she didn't know what was good and what was bad, so she didn't bother to say anything.

As soon as he returned to his seat and drank a glass of water, the principal and Allen knocked on the door.

Seeing the blond man, Chu Xinjiao's heart almost skipped a beat.

That man is as beautiful as an elf.

But of course she also knew his identity.

The most famous harpist in O continent.

"Mr. Allen..."

Allen couldn't help asking, "Just now, were you playing?"

Chu Xinjiao smiled politely and replied in fluent English: "Yes."

……

Thursday.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when Catherine arrived in Huaguo.

Therefore, Chu Yaoxing got up at 07:30, rushed to Xihuayuan first, and then drove her Bentley to the airport.

Almost stuck to the point.

After leaving the airport, Catherine took off her mask, put her arms around Chu Yaoxing's neck, and kissed her cheeks on both sides.

"Chu, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)