Chapter 7: The Opening Ceremony of School 5
He stretched out his hand and rubbed her scattered black hair "Since you've come, is there any reason to leave again?"
Han Fei'er was still a bit uneasy, and he told her to wear ancient clothes and go on stage to dance. What would she dance if she didn't know anything? He saw her uneasy expression, stretched out his hand and grasped her somewhat chilly hand, holding it tightly, the two of them walked onto the stage together.
Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar...
"Heavens, has a celestial being descended upon us?"
"That's Han Fei'er, our school flower, and Chu Qiu Xun, the new transfer student who is also the number one campus heartthrob!!!"
"Wow, their traditional costumes look so beautiful!"
"Hey! Don't forget that Han Fei'er is just a decorative pillow!" someone in the crowd suddenly said.
A crowd of onlookers suddenly surged forward, "Hmph, that's right, looks good but useless!"
"Hmph, don't think you can seduce our school's most popular guy just because you look like a foxy lady!"
"It's you, it's you, and yet you still want to drag down my prince with your own shame?"
"How detestable! What a scourge!"
Han Fei'er frowned tightly, but what they said was also true.
Qiu Zhi Xun saw her furrowed brow and tightened his grip on her hand, lowering his head to say, "Don't be afraid, I've got everything."
Han Fei'er nodded with her black eyes fixed on him, and Qiu Zhi quickly released her hand, turned around and sat down on the stool that had been prepared in advance on the stage, took out the guqin, and her slender white fingers lightly stroked the strings.
The crowd that was originally noisy below the platform suddenly fell silent when they heard the beautiful music like a celestial sound, and only heard the slow flow of the celestial sound like pearls falling on a jade plate...
Han Fei'er's delicate body trembled slightly, and some scattered fragments floated in her mind. Those fragmented memories gradually merged...
"'Wu Ye Wu Qiu Feng'?" Han Fei'er murmured.
She stepped out with her jade-like feet, lightly touching the ground as if a lotus flower had fallen to earth without being stained by dust. With a wave of her white sleeves, she danced amidst the sound of the qin and the rustling of the tung tree leaves, her movements swift and sorrowful.
The sound of the zither is either distant or broken, the dance posture is either spiritual or quiet, and the people below the stage seem to hear the sound of wutong leaves falling to the ground, bringing a bleakness in the autumn wind.
The people on stage sometimes spin around, and sometimes slowly float down, like the autumn wind blowing down the leaves of the paulownia tree to the ground, leaving behind a desolate atmosphere.
Han Fei'er danced like a gentle goddess from the ninth heaven, her white dress fluttering, fragrance wafting in all directions.
Qiu Zhi Xun's raven-black long hair moved of its own accord without the wind, her skilled fingers danced nimbly, and her languid demeanor was a sight to behold.
One shot, one jump, perfectly coordinated... The music ends. The people on stage gaze at each other for a long time...
The people under the stage were filled with endless aftertaste, and although the melody was short, it jumped out of the desolation and separation of autumn...
For a long time, the silent audience finally burst into thunderous applause and astonishing cheers again and again. They thought Han Fei'er had been pretending to be a pig eating a tiger all along?
Those ignorant flower enthusiasts just revealed expressions as if they had eaten a catty of feces...
Han Fei'er stared blankly at Qiu Zhixun, very puzzled, why did he seem to know some secret of mine? But what secrets do I have that even I don't know about myself?
She wanted to say some words of gratitude, but was wrapped around her slender waist by him, and left amidst the extremely envious gazes of the crowd. As they were leaving, Qiu Zhi swiftly glanced at Xia Shi Hua below the stage, whose face had turned red due to their outstanding performance, and saw no trace of discontent or disappointment on her face.
Is it someone else? Or is she hiding too deeply?
A slanted shadow leaning against the door frame at the entrance of the auditorium, narrowing its enchanting peach blossom eyes, and smiling with a playful smile " (Wu Ye Wu Qiu Feng) ? Hehe, interesting!
This time the first is undoubtedly Han Fei Er, but their performance today was recorded all the way through, and this song "Wu Ye Wu Qiu Feng" became their eternal masterpiece that made them famous throughout the country.
