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Chapter 133 The Luthier
Song Qingqing couldn't refuse, so he went to have lunch with Guo Yu and a few people from the studio.

Before the dishes were served, Song Qingqing raised his own doubts.

"Director Guo, who is our hero?" Song Qingqing didn't know anything about it, as if she didn't need that role.

"Xu Senxu. I have already sent him an invitation. I don't know if he is willing to come." Guo Yu said calmly.

"Brother Xu? I'm really looking forward to it." Song Qingqing pursed her lips, feeling much better.

She sent a message to Xu Senxu two days ago, and he said that it will be finished in about a week.

I really feel sorry for him, for those who celebrate Chinese New Year, they only have a day and a half off.

However, Song Qingqing still doesn't know Xu Senxu very well, and the things he usually sees are relatively simple.

After dinner, Lu Jing sent Song Qingqing back to the community, and told her in the car that he might have to learn guqin in a few days, and Guo Yu had already invited a female guqin master.

After Song Qingqing heard it, she felt that her good days were almost over.

But for the sake of art, everything is worth it, and I hope to live up to expectations in the end.

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On the first day of March, Song Qingqing received a call.

It is the place where Qingcheng City belongs.

There was an elegant woman on the other end of the phone, bluntly telling her to go to the Qingcheng Music Research Institute, where she was waiting for her.

She also said her name was Josan.

When leaving home, Song Qingqing's heart beat rapidly.

After navigating to the Qingcheng Music Research Institute, park the car and walk to the guard room.

A woman was found standing inside.

"Hello, are you Teacher Qiao Shan?" Song Qingqing asked respectfully.

Qiao Shan nodded and looked at Song Qingqing.

This girl turned out to be the heroine of a new play directed by Guo Yu, I really couldn't tell, her face could be broken by blowing bombs, and she was so tender that she could squeeze water out, she seemed like a daughter who couldn't bear hardships.

But she still knows the saying that people should not be judged by their appearance.

Maybe she can surprise her.

When Song Qingqing saw Qiao Shan for the first time, she felt that she was very elegant, wearing a cheongsam with a top and a skirt, exuding a bookish atmosphere, like a noble orchid.

And she has short hair that reaches the ears, clean and refreshing.

"Since you're here, come with me." Qiao Shan nodded and came out of the guard room.

Take Song Qingqing to her work area.

There are not many people in the Music Research Institute, and Song Qingqing knows that everyone here is not ordinary.

The air is very fresh, there are green trees everywhere, the house is not high, next to it is the Qingcheng Library, and not far away is the Science and Technology Park, which belongs to the ultimate tune of tranquility amidst the noise.

He took Song Qingqing to her office and asked her to take off her coat and shoes. There were clean cotton mops at the door, so she changed them before coming in.

Walking into Qiao Shan's office, Song Qingqing only felt that it was antique and very melodious.

In a room, she seems to be the only one working.

One-third is the office area, one-third is the musical instrument display area, and the remaining third is the activity area for practicing musical instruments.

The musical instruments include Guqin and Pipa. Although they are single, there are quite a lot of styles.

While Song Qingqing was watching, Qiao Shan had already changed into light clothes, took the guqin from the shelf, put it on the designated seat, and asked Song Qingqing to sit down.

Before playing the guqin, Qiao Shan had already tuned it for convenience.

Sitting under the guqin, Song Qingqing's hands trembled a little.

Two days ago, she had cut all her nails clean, for fear of breaking the strings.

"Your name is Song Qingqing, right?" Qiao Shan, who had put down the guqin, suddenly said.

Song Qingqing looked directly at her and nodded.

"Do you know what the basic sound levels are?" Qiao Shan's question made Song Qingqing's heart hang in his throat.

This is something you need to know when you get started, of course she memorized it.

"There are seven grades of ABCDEFG." Song Qingqing answered calmly. On the surface, she looked calm, but her heartbeat was extremely fast.

very nervous.

(End of this chapter)