Chapter 232 best performance
But Huo Yichen's appearance obviously exceeded Feng Xinyao's expectations.
"..." Feng Xinyao turned and left, her complexion was so pale that she couldn't hold back even her pretty makeup.
She was originally prepared to replace Murong Qiao to perform the piano solo piece, and even thought about volunteering later, but Murong Qiao killed all of this in the cradle.
As a result, Huo Yichen came in halfway, disrupting her plan completely, and Feng Xinyao's mind also became a mess.
She sat in front of her dressing table, restlessness lingering in her heart for a long time.
In order to take care of Murong Qiao, but also because he was afraid that someone with a heart would do something again, the president didn't let her stay in the backstage hall, but allocated an empty room to her.
At this moment, Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao were sitting in the backstage room, and Huo Yichen was carefully administering medicine to Murong Qiao.
"Your expression hurts more than mine." Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing.
Seeing Huo Yichen's expression as if he was facing a big enemy, she carefully applied the medicine with such lightness that she could not even notice it, and she couldn't hold back her smile.
The crease between Huo Yichen's eyebrows didn't go away after seeing Murong Qiao's injury.
He lowered his head so that Murong Qiao wouldn't see the dim light in his eyes. There was a dark tide surging in his heart, and he stared at the wound on Murong Qiao's hand with special concern.
When he knew about the injury, Murong Qiao had just come out of the school infirmary and had bandaged the wound. Although looking at her smiling face gave the impression that there was nothing wrong with it, Huo Yichen paid special attention to it.
"I will investigate this matter." He said suddenly.
Huo Yichen's tone was heavy and earnest, even if Murong Qiao didn't see his gaze, he could feel the persistence implied in it.
This matter is very likely to be man-made, especially at this critical moment, if it is not that he can play the piano, it is hard to imagine what kind of situation Murong Qiao will face this time.
He didn't want Murong Qiao to get hurt a little bit, even if it was a cut, he would frown tightly, and seeing the large and small scratches on her hands at this moment, it was as if those wounds had been scratched on his body.
Murong Qiao looked down at him, nodded with a smile, "Alright, alright, hero, I'll listen to you."
Her voice was soft, with a little indulgence and dependence, as if entrusting her whole body to Huo Yichen, which made him relax.
He carefully applied a layer of medicine with a cotton swab, and his mind was tense, for fear that he would hurt Murong Qiao if he didn't pay attention.
Hearing Murong Qiao's soft voice, he sighed softly, "I just blame myself."
Blame myself for not being able to stop her by her side when she was in danger.
Murong Qiao originally wanted to say that she was not so delicate, but when she saw the serious emotion in Huo Yichen's eyes, the words in her mouth suddenly fell silent, and a sweet warmth enveloped her heart, as if it could really relieve the pain. It hurts no more.
"But you have already helped me." Murong Qiao whispered.
She was already considering other ways to deal with it. Huo Yichen's appearance was like nectar after a long drought, which solved her urgent need.
Originally, playing the piano was a problem she couldn't solve, but with Huo Yichen's joining, Murong Qiao can take charge of the secondary part, which greatly reduces the difficulty, and even if her hand is injured, she can play it smoothly.
Huo Yichen carefully wrapped the new bandage around her hand. This medicine has a bit of cooling and analgesic effect, and it can also make Murong Qiao suffer less pain when he takes the stage later.
He got up to pack his things, and saw Murong Qiao blushing.
Murong Qiao glanced at the schoolbag next to her, she was going to change clothes. "Turn around."
"Okay." Huo Yichen obediently followed her words and turned his head.
Fortunately, Huida has complete facilities, and the room is also equipped with a separate bathroom. After Murong Qiao finished speaking, he took his schoolbag to the bathroom to change.
But at the end of the zipper part, it was difficult. Her hands were injured and it was difficult to wear a dress. The zipper design on the back made it impossible for Murong Qiao to complete it alone.
She tried several times in front of the mirror, but she couldn't touch it unless she didn't want to touch the injury.
"You, can you unzip the zipper for me..." It was a bit embarrassing for her to take the initiative to say this.
The heat on Murong Qiao's face didn't seem to have subsided since just now, crimson has become a frequent visitor, stationed on this piece of porcelain-white soft skin.
Although the voice was low, there were only two people in the room, and Huo Yichen could hear it clearly.
He got up and went to the bathroom, and saw a piece of white snow breaking into his field of vision, which was even more eye-catching when illuminated by the lights above his head.
Led the wolf into the house.
For a moment, Huo Yichen felt that he was the wolf who could swallow this soft and harmless little white rabbit.
"Huh?" Feeling that the people behind him hadn't moved for a long time, Murong Qiao made a questioning voice.
Huo Yichen was stunned for a rare moment, and was recalled by her voice, "Pull it to the top?"
He couldn't help coughing slightly when he spoke, as if he was trying to cover up his reaction just now, and his eyes only stayed on Murong Qiao for a moment and then staggered, as if he didn't dare to stay for another second.
"Okay." Huo Yichen pulled the zipper to the top, so that it was tight enough to not reveal the neck.
He was really afraid that if he took another look, he would delay the performance time.
Murong Qiao didn't notice Huo Yichen's rich inner activities just now, she turned her back to the mirror and looked at the dress without any problems, and felt relieved.
The deafening sound outside can be faintly transmitted into the room, which represents the beginning of the welcome party.
Murong Qiao carefully put on his white gloves, "This is the first time I've played the piano with someone else."
She looked at Huo Yichen, her eyes were slightly curved, and the tiny light inside seemed to be smiling, which made people relax unconsciously.
"My honor." Huo Yichen also chuckled.
He sat beside Murong Qiao, put his hands on the non-existent "hat" and saluted a gentleman.
Before the two could say a few words, someone knocked on the door to inform them that they were about to go on stage.
The last show just ended when the two went behind the scenes, Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen looked at each other.
She put her hand on Huo Yichen's arms, and the two walked towards the stage together.
"Next, I invite Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen to bring the piano ensemble, "Dream of Love"."
As the host's voice fell, the lights also went out.
Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao sat on the piano bench, and the distance between each other got a little closer. The weak light shone down from the top of their heads, dividing a small world with only two people on one side.
The melody sounded, with the deep affection and gentleness of the performer, revealing the artistic conception adapted from the poet to everyone.
Huo Yichen plays the main tune, using his fingertips to touch the keys to produce a thick and content tone. The steadily advancing melody seems to be paved with affection, and it is strangely integrated with Murong Qiao's melody.
It is clearly the first time they have cooperated, but the movements of the two of them are surprisingly tacit, and they can know each other's rhythm without even looking at each other.
The compact rhythm and the coordination of the low voice chords have no gaps at all. As Huo Yichen gradually moved towards the climax of the melody, Murong Qiao followed closely behind, sending out a round and bright rhythm, putting a large number of eighth chords together to form a vigorous sound.
A spiritual world so magnificent and gorgeous that people can’t take their eyes off seems to have a real scene in the performance of the two at this moment, slowly unfolding in front of everyone.
The passionate emotions poured out, and then became full and rich, and the end came to an end.
The song is over.
Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen stopped together, stood up and saluted. "thank you all."
It wasn't until they finished speaking that the audience slowly came back to their senses and burst into thunderous applause.
This song should be the best show tonight.
(end of this chapter)