I Miss You

Because of a rain, the flower path in the garden was covered with leaves of various colors, layered on top of each other, with a somewhat artistic conception. At this time, Tong Anzhi and Super were playing silently in front of the window of the water pavilion.

Seeing that Tong Anzhi's microphone was not very strong, Qingcheng walked over, fearing that it would fall when he went back to the rehearsal. When he passed the piano table, Super was playing the piano one after another. She swept through her foresight, and suddenly realized something.

Her footsteps paused, and she still went over to organize Tong Anzhi's wheat. When she came back, she deliberately slowed down and glanced carefully at Super's movements without a trace. Seeing that his fingertips were picky and meticulous, she was sure that he really could play the guqin, but he was not very skilled.

There were some strange fluctuations in her heart. Super stopped at this moment, raised his head to look at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Qingcheng walked out of the water pavilion silently.

In fact, she didn't have much regrets that she had given up Guqin, but she was still a little annoyed that she was too impulsive in doing things that year, and it seemed that she was...irrational and a little stupid.

Qingcheng exhaled and continued to concentrate on doing things, without noticing that Super's eyes fell on her for a while behind him.

The rehearsal went smoothly afterwards, and it was beautiful for several days.

One day in the second half of the year, Qingcheng took a half-day off with his second uncle because of something at school. However, the school’s affairs were resolved soon, and the bedroom was deserted, so she didn’t wait much. Originally wanted to return to the garden, she thought that the city would be holding the four-year folk festival "Rolling Gods" these days. So I decided to go to Chenghuang Temple to shoot a little video, after all, it was a rare encounter.

When she took a taxi to the vicinity of the Chenghuang Temple and got out of the car, she actually received a call from Zhao Nan.

"I saw you."

"Huh?" Qing Orange looked around subconsciously.

Laughter came from the phone: "I'm in the car on the side of the road."

Qingcheng finally saw the person waving at her. She walked over and Zhao Nan got out of the car: "It's a good fate. I saw you just after I had a good meal with someone. Not working today?"

"Be lazy for a long time."

"Where are you going?" He asked naturally.

"City God Temple."

"Go to see'God Rolling'?"

"correct."

Zhao Nan smiled and said: "It is said that this year there will be a'Fantasy Flash'. If you are lucky on the road, you will meet'Lu Dongbin'. He will also give a mysterious gift. It's very fun."

Qingcheng's eyes lit up: "Really? Have you been there?"

"No, my friend has been there. As I told you, I have always wanted to see it. It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day, or should we be together?"

Since the two are like-minded, Qingcheng also feels that there is nothing wrong with it, so she nodded generously: "Okay."

In this way, the two walked towards the Chenghuang Temple, and soon they saw the lively crowd and the iconic sculpture at the entrance of Chenghuang Temple, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard in the distance.

As soon as he reached the street, Qingcheng took out his camera from his canvas bag to take pictures of performance art and special booths, which were usually not available. Zhao Nan proposed to help her carry the bag to facilitate her shooting.

"No, I have carried all large cameras. This load is nothing."

Zhao Nan didn't force it.

The two strolled for a while, and Zhao Nan smiled and said, "I heard people say that you are studying director at the Drama Academy in our city?"

"Yes."

"You want to direct opera in the future?"

Qingcheng paused, paused the video, and said without concealment: "I am studying drama. However, I think opera is also quite interesting now."

"Why do you suddenly find it interesting?"

Zhao Nan asked casually, but Qingcheng answered earnestly: "Because of the beauty of the people, the words are also beautiful." She recently studied a lot of Kunqu opera lyrics.

Zhao Nan laughed after hearing this, and said nothing. The two of them continued to walk forward. After a while, they found that there was a lion dance team in front of them.

Qingcheng was about to retreat to the side when someone patted her shoulder from behind her.

She turned her head to look, and what she saw was a face wearing a mask—worn in a robes and a bun, could it be—this person is Lu Dongbin?

"Lu... Lu Dongbin?" There were too many good shows, and she was overwhelmed for a while.

"This little lady, congratulations to you for getting the blessing of the gods!" The "Lü Dongbin" said as he took out a red embroidered bag from his wide sleeve and handed it to Green Orange.

A group of people nearby looked at her enviously.

Someone said: "Lu Dongbin, are you picking good-looking people for it?" Many people laughed.