Rebirth: The Curse of Manzhushahua

Chapter 228
Chapter 60 Through the Back Door
Ouyang Man turned one page after another, still under the same name as before. These people who signed up just entertained them and her. When she closed the book, she looked out boredly. Junhao didn't know When did she come, she was really bored by herself, she lowered her head, her eyes became colder, she was really bored, it was a feeling she had never had before, ever since she had that choice, she was so close to a person , but far away from the other two, far away from each other and can no longer find the feeling of the past.

Everything has changed, maybe for the worse.

Her fingers turned a page again, which seemed a little strange. By chance, her eyes glanced at a name on the book, her pupils shrank sharply, and her fingertips began to exert force. She was afraid that she was really exerting too much force, so she It is possible to tear up the registration report, how could it be her.

She will also participate.

Xia Sha, Xia Sha, that name felt like being stabbed as soon as she heard it.

She looked at the name with a complicated expression, and the words of that day were clear to her ears. You know that Teacher Xu Hua has a student, and so far, his only student. Her name is Xia Sha.

Xu Hua's student, the only student, she stood up, closed her eyes, and adjusted her breathing vigorously. She also wants to participate. She does not allow, and does not allow others to beat her, especially this ugly monster. She has taken away too many things from her, this first, she will not lose, but, no one knows, at this time, she is really scared, the first time she was scared since she was a child, because.This person is none other than Xia Sha, Xu Hua's student.

Because this Xu Hua, who is known as a genius national player, once said that his students can surpass him, and she once asked him how different he was from her students, and that Xu Hua never said anything. A polite answer, incomparable.

She had never heard her play the piano, but she didn't need proof to know how high Xu Hua's piano skills were, perhaps beyond her imagination.

Crisis, and a sense of crisis, she walked out, turned her head, looked at the registration form, and there was a coldness in her beautiful eyes.

She stretched out her hand to caress the jade bracelet on her wrist, and in her half-closed eyes, there was a cold light that did not belong to her.

The school's music competition passed day by day, and after taking over, there was a special atmosphere in the whole school, which didn't seem to be tense, but seemed to be excited. The whole school seemed to be much more lively than before, although this There is never a lack of activities in the school, but every month and every expectation is different, not to mention that in this kind of music competition, there are not many celebrities in the music circle from all over the country except the parents.

This kind of competition on Holy Eve can be said to be similar to international competitions. As long as you can stand on a high ground here, then it will be the same in the music industry. That's why so many people sign up, and everyone who signs up can There are several teams, but it is difficult and strict to be selected. There must be preliminary competitions, the school selects candidates, the teacher selects candidates, and finally there will be no more than 20 people who can perform on stage.

An Jia, An Moran was sitting on the sofa, holding a blue and white porcelain cup in his hand. He flipped through the watch in his hand until he saw a certain place, then put down the cup in his hand, then took out a pen from the side, and wrote , He closed the notebook, and he stood up, the cup of tea on the table was already getting cold, and the bitter taste was getting stronger.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he put his hands in his pockets, and kept standing like this. The indoor lights fell on him, which seemed to release some romance for granted, but except for his expression, there was still nothing. The calm without wind or rain.

An adult man walked in, sat where An Moran was sitting just now, picked up the registration form on the table, turned a few pages and saw the two names appearing side by side.

"Ouyang Man can directly enter into the decision, but this Xia Sha, it seems unreasonable, after all," the middle-aged man's facial features are very profound, with a mature appearance and a resolute expression. If you look closely, you will find that he Your face overlapped with An Moran's by five points.

"This is my decision," An Moran's cold voice sounded, he didn't look back, just looked outside and didn't know what he was looking at.

"Okay, Mo Ran, I believe you know what you're doing?" The middle-aged man got up and followed him to stand in front of the French window. It turned out that the setting sun was about to disappear outside.

It was getting dark again, and there was only a ray of orange on the horizon, and the sun was like blood, as expected.

The faces of the two people are reflected on the transparent glass, with the same black eyes, but the middle-aged man has a little more maturity that can only be portrayed by time.

Daddy, it seems that this time the competition is different from the past. An Moran suddenly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man. The Chinese man nodded. I also feel the same way, because, this time, there are more people coming than usual There are too many people participating, and it may give me an unexpected surprise. In fact, I don't like Ouyang Man's easy victory. Such a game is a bit boring.

There is endless blackness in An Moran's eyes, and what cannot be penetrated is the darkness of night.

And no one can hear the broken voice of loneliness.

Outside is a round arched terrace, all glass windows, with a little green, but it is a bit dazzling in the gradually darkening sky.

Actually, red is more suitable here now.

Going back to the beginning of time, An Moran's world has never been seen before.

The washed sky has no moon at night, slowly, the softness of the night begins to permeate, and the cool and soft temperature comes, and the beauty of imprisonment gradually unfolds.

Night, who is really buried.

When night falls, it is the beginning, and the end is the dawn, and it is natural for generations to pass.And the wind that entered the end of summer began to overflow Weiyang's chill in the night.

In a restaurant not far from the college, it belongs to Feng Jingchen's own property. Feng Jingchen rests his chin in one hand and looks around boredly, while his other hand stirs the cup. The coffee, in the dark mug, has a dark and colored liquid, with the movement of his fingers, the depths are mixed, with a very delicate color, and the cup is like a little bit, and the mellow aroma that comes out has the taste of cocoa , has several intoxicating fragrances.

"You let her directly advance to the final, so is this considered a back door?" Feng Jingchen's voice was a little cool, but there was no emotion. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with him, "Have you ever thought about it, if She is too bad, so the blow to her is not ordinary. I don't understand, when will you, An Moran, be able to learn such kindness, or bad intentions," Feng Jingchen put down the spoon in his hand , took a sip, but kept staring at Feng Jingchen's black eyes.I wanted to see something through him, but there was nothing but black.

(End of this chapter)