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Chapter 60 Violin

"Have you figured out what to perform?" Qi Tianyi asked curiously on the way back to the dormitory.

Yan Fuguang shook her head. In fact, she didn't want to agree at first, but the squad leader, a tall man of about 1.8 meters with a flushed face, stood in front of her, earnestly persuading and persuading her.

"How about singing? It just so happens that you have released a single, and the accompaniment is ready-made." Qi Tianyi gave her an idea.

It's not interesting to repeat the past, Yan Fuguang is not very interested.

She quickly thought about the skills suitable for performing on stage. It seemed that besides singing, she only had musical instruments. Singing was too troublesome, and she didn't really want to dance.

Sometimes having too many things is also an annoyance. Fortunately, she does not have difficulty choosing.

Yan Fuguang sent a message to Zhang Yuanyuan, asking her to make an appointment with the company's recording studio, and she had already thought up the song.

That night Yan Fuguang spent the night directly in the recording studio, and made the accompaniment together with the sound engineer.

Zhang Yuanyuan came early to deliver musical instruments and breakfast. Seeing this, she sighed, "Xiaoguang, you are too aggressive. You can stay up all night before going to military training. Can you hold on?"

Yan Fuguang yawned: "It's not bad, I'll go to order in the morning, take half a day off in the afternoon for rehearsal, and have time to rest."

The number of colleges attaches great importance to this gala. It is rare that there is a star among the freshmen. The gala must use resources rationally, so I invited her directly.

Although there is a round of selection in the courtyard before the application is made, everyone knows that there is a high probability that it will be Yan Fuguang.

Zhang Yuanyuan carefully handed over the violin case that had been protected all the way: "Here, I brought you the violin, please see if you took it correctly."

She received a call from Yan Fuguang early this morning, saying that she was asked to go home to help pick up the piano.

Zhang Yuanyuan did know that there was a piano room in Yan Fuguang's house. He saw it when he was filming a vlog last time. There was a piano and a violin in it.

The piano is a Steinway grand, which she knows.

As for violins, there are new ones and old ones, she asked curiously. Yan Fuguang said that they were all gifts from her parents since she was a child, and the oldest one is over 200 years old.

When she was holding the piano this morning, she was terrified the whole time, for fear of bumping it, she didn't dare to let go of her hand along the way, and now that she has returned to Zhao she is deeply relieved.

"It can be regarded as the completion of the task. My hands are shaking while holding this thing. If it breaks and sells it, I won't be able to pay for it!" Zhang Yuanyuan patted his chest with lingering fear.

Yan Fuguang took out the piano and began to tune it, and said with a smile, "It's not that scary, the piano is insured, so I don't need to sell you."

"That would be worrying too, it's very precious!"

Although this one is not an antique, it is also a masterpiece worth more than 100 million yuan, and it is not as casual as Yan Fuguang said.

To be honest, she admired Yan Fuguang's big heart so much that she was relieved to take such an expensive thing by herself. Fortunately, Yan Fuguang didn't want the 200-year-old one, otherwise she wouldn't dare to touch it if she was killed.

Yan Fuguang went back to the recording studio to record a complete demo, and the preparations for the program were considered complete.

The welcome party was scheduled for the evening of the end of the military training, and the programs of several colleges were submitted relatively late, so the rehearsal time was rushed.

Originally it was said that the show would be audited this afternoon, but Yan Fuguang was notified by the court to come over in the morning.

At 09:30 in the morning, Yan Fuguang came to the rehearsal room with his piano case.

Class monitor Wang Yang and counselor Zhang Boming are here, as well as two teachers who are in charge of student affairs in the courtyard.

After Yan Fuguang entered, the door of the rehearsal room was closed for half an hour. Outsiders don't know the exact situation, but when the door was opened, everyone was full of joy.

"The show will be reported later, remember to communicate with the other side about the rehearsal time."

Zhang Boming told Wang Yangduo to communicate with the student union, and then turned to look at Yan Fuguang.

"I won't say much on your side." Zhang Boming smiled, "It's enough to show the demeanor of our school."

After the audition of the show, Yan Fuguang was free for the whole afternoon. Although he didn't sleep all night, he wasn't too sleepy right now.

She was still thinking about the song this time.

If there is a symphony orchestra to cooperate with, the effect will definitely be better, but the time is too tight. Even if there is a student orchestra in Shanghai, there is no way to get in place in a short time.

Yan Fuyang thought of himself who had been the chief of the orchestra for 30 years, and those two pianos that had been with her for many years, and wondered if they were taken good care of.

Time passed quickly, and after two on-site rehearsals, the orientation party came soon.

Originally, the student union had arranged for a make-up artist, but how could Mo Yun agree to hand over Yan Fuguang's look to outsiders.

She directly booked a room in an off-campus hotel, and asked Zhang Yuanyuan to bring a stylist there. Even if it was an internal school party, the makeup should not be sloppy.

The styling is taken care of, and Yan Fuguang is not short of dresses.

At home, Alaia has all kinds of dresses from current seasons and past seasons hanging all over the room, and there are many other first-line brands. Referring to the style of this work, the stylist chose a set of bright yellow tube top dresses.

The upper body is supported by tree-shaped fish bones, and the skirt is composed of several layers of light gauze, which is slightly puffed up. According to Yan Fuguang's height, the length is about the middle of the calf.

With a skin as white as jade and an unassuming bright yellow, the vitality rushing to the face can almost hit people's hearts.

Zhang Yuanyuan is still carrying the camera, taking photos in all directions. This professional attitude is like rushing to change careers.

"Do you really want to change careers?"

Although Yan Fuguang was putting on makeup with his eyes closed, the clicking sound could be heard endlessly.

Zhang Yuanyuan didn't stop, and said while focusing: "No way, isn't this the mission given by President Mo? I'm not good at making blockbuster movies."

"It's almost done. I'm sitting still, and you can still take pictures of flowers?"

"It must be possible, you have to choose one in a million, otherwise I feel sorry for your face."

This natural tone made the makeup artist laugh, and he echoed: "Yes, such a beautiful face needs to be photographed well."

After all, it is stage makeup this time, so the hands of the makeup artist are heavier than before, and the blingbling highlights are also indispensable.

In terms of hairstyle, Yan Fuguang didn't want to make it too complicated, so the makeup artist directly took a few curling irons, and then stroked the sides to the back of the head to fix them loosely.

Probably inherited An Ge's hair color, Yan Fuguang's hair has a slight brown tone, and under the refraction of the light, the slightly curly long hair is sparkling and full of layers.

"Perfect!"

The makeup artist couldn't help but also took out his mobile phone and took a picture of Yan Fuguang. Such a perfect work is definitely worth collecting.

I saw Yan Fuguang standing by the window wearing silver slip-on high-heeled shoes. In the backlight, she looked like a flourishing flower of high mountains, and the vigorous tension of life spread wantonly.

"I'm afraid it will cause traffic jams if you go out like this." Zhang Yuanyuan admired sincerely.

She casually brought in the perspective of passers-by. If she suddenly saw Yan Fuguang dressed up on the street, she might not even take a step.

The make-up artist also nodded, unable to speak even for people like them who often met, one can imagine how much impact it would have on outsiders.

　For the dress, refer to Pamella Roland's 2019 spring and summer yellow tube top dress.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)