Remember this station for a second: M. looked around, and really didn't see her car.

"You got a taxi?"

Xia Weibao smiled and didn't answer.

He had to think so, she flew over, and that couldn't be explained.

"Get in the car."

Gong Sirui pulled the car door with an expressionless face, and Xia Weibao thought to himself that this man was really rude.

If she took Lu Hualiang's car, he would open the car door for her and then escort her to the car.

In the car, the two were silent, just like Gong Sirui sent her back to the dormitory, without saying a word.

Xia Weibao is not a person who talks much, since people don't want to talk to her, she simply sleeps with her eyes closed.

Gong Sirui glanced at her expressionlessly and concentrated on driving.

Yan Yuexian said in front of him more than once that Xia Weibao smashed her rose garden, and he naturally wouldn't have too much contact with people she didn't like.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when she returned to Huangcheng University, and Gong Sirui sent her to the door of the set.

Xia Weibao said thank you, and then died non-stop to film.

Tonight is filming a night show, she is already two hours late, and it is estimated that Director Shen is going to make a biao!

Fortunately, she is now big enough, and after explaining that she has something to delay, Shen An'an doesn't blame her.

Let her hurry up and apply her makeup.

Filming until almost dawn, Xia Weibao dragged his tired body back to sleep.

woke up in the afternoon to continue filming, there were only two scenes, and after filming, Han Luoqi took her around again.

I happened to meet Ruan Shushu's two good friends, Xiaoxue and Xiaolan, and from their conversation, I heard that Ruan Shushu didn't return all night last night, and when she came back this morning, she was very haggard and had a fever.

Xia Weibao didn't care about it, he just had a fever, just go to the hospital for a consultation.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I went to the piano practice room as promised to teach Yan Yuexian to play the piano.

Yan Yuexian has been practicing for the past two days, and her proficiency is better than Xia Weibao expected.

Talented, comprehending, and hardworking.

Xia Weibao had thought before that if he accepted an apprentice of the guqin to pass on the fingering of Fuxi, he would choose Ruan Shushu, but now it seems that Yan Yuexian is more suitable.

It's just that this little girl seems to have some opinions about her.

"The day before yesterday, you asked me to pick a score to practice for the competition, and I chose "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", how about it?"

After Yan Yuexian asked, she looked at Xia Weibao cautiously, not knowing if this would work.

She is more proficient in this song, and she has worked hard for the finals.

Xia Weibao was stunned, as if she didn't expect her to pick this score.

Seeing that she shouldn't, Yan Yuexian bit her lip, "No, then I'll change it." ”

In terms of practice, she has a deep respect for Xia Weibao.

Because the level is too high, it is a god-like existence for her, even more powerful than her teachers abroad.

However, her respect for Xia Weibao is limited to the qin, and she should do what she should do in normal times, and she should be targeted.

"No, no problem."

She was just a little surprised.

When Ruan Shushu pestered her to learn Fuxi fingering, she also picked this song.

"Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" is one of the top ten famous songs of the guqin, written by Guo Chuwang in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Southern Song Dynasty was turbulent, the top was displaced, Guo Chuwang wandered everywhere, and deeply felt that the state affairs were drifting, so he borrowed the light and shadow of the water to express his feelings of depression and affection.

Through the unique chanting and kneading techniques of the guqin, the music is sometimes unrestrained and vigorous, and the vast scene of smoke and waves is depicted by the clouds and water, expressing the emotion and patriotic enthusiasm for the incompleteness of the mountains and the drifting of the times.

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