The days of eating and drinking: The Biography of the Silly Concubine

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There is always a gap between reality and imagination. The organizer is too optimistic and thinks that a silly lady is easy to coax.In the end, it happened that this silly lady almost made them dizzy.

Not only did I change a few pens, but also, writing a piece of calligraphy is wrong!To be precise, imitating a piece of calligraphy, even taking away all the rice paper left at the conference!It is almost used up.There was a large stack of discarded rice paper on the grass next to her.

Seeing that there is only the last one left.

"Miss, do you want me to help?" Qing'er has said this no less than ten times. [

"Okay, lend me your head."

"..."

Suddenly, the piano sound "Zheng!", the string broke!The venue was silent for a moment, and all eyes fell on the luthier.

The young luthier stared at Xiao Bihe, with disdain in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Miss, haven't you heard the story about Zhigui in Luoyang?" The corner of his eyes swept across the pile of rice paper that was about to be discarded on the ground, showing a trace of pity .Little Bihe looked at the boy and blinked blankly.Although the distance between her and him is on and off the stage, it is already the closest.Therefore, she could hear the boy's voice.

"The sound of the piano has stopped, does that mean the game is over?"

"ended!"

The boy got up angrily, stepped off the stage, rolled up the rice paper that Xiao Bihe had discarded, and then picked up the piano with a broken string and left.It seems that he endured it for a long time until the string broke.

"Wow!" Xiao Bihe stared at the young man's back with a demented look, and the eyes were obviously reluctant to part. "It's so handsome..."

Qing'er frowned, what was going on in her little head?

After the boy finished his sentence, the venue became chaotic.It's over, it is estimated that not many people at the scene have a complete painting.

Little Bihe laughed blankly, the game is over? "Oh! Yay! The competition is over, I don't have to write. Hand in the paper!"

The person in charge on the stage didn't know how to end it. The time was decided by the young Qin. It was unreasonable, and it was also a dewhole. But the rules of the lotus club over the years have been like this, and not many people took the initiative to improve it.