Chapter 39 039 Walking in White Clothes (2)

  No one followed her brain circuit in the quiet backstage, even the school leaders were a little stunned.

  The boy was grabbed by the collar by the white scorpion. Looking at that face at a close distance was quite shocking, and he didn't react for a moment.

  Bai Po looked at him calmly, and repeated: "Yes, Gu, Zheng?"

   "Yes!" He quickly recovered.

   Many things in the school are sponsored by Jiangjing, and they especially love to buy guzhengs for the school.

  The music room has seven or eight guzhengs of different types.

   "Yeah." Bai Po nodded, and she let go.

  Handed the mobile phone to Lu Xiaohan who was next to him, and slowly took off the iridium from both hands and handed it to her, politely said: "Please help me get the guzheng."

  The boy froze for a moment, then hurried to the next door to get the zither.

  The performance on the stage has come to an end.

  Bai Po smoothed her sleeves, she looked at the school leader, her cold eyes clearly showed no emotion, but her plain tone made people shudder, "Can the program be changed?"

  The aggressive school leader subconsciously nodded.

  Bai Po looked back, "Then change it, I'll play the guzheng."

   Going to get the guzheng The boy just came over holding the guzheng.

  Bai Po took the guzheng, she looked at the brown guzheng for a long time, and then stretched out her hand to pick it.

  The sound is harsh, not the best guzheng, and the timbre is not good enough.

  She stretched out her hand and adjusted the tone slowly.

   But barely enough.

  The logistics staff all understood the meaning of Bai Ke. There was no shortage of pickups and guzhengs on site, and it was very convenient to perform guzheng.

  They put the piano bench and brackets in place, and Bai Po took the piano and opened the curtain to go on stage.

  Ren Wanxuan, who was waiting for Bai Po to beg her, stood where she was, watching Bai Po disappear into the background with a frown.

   "Lu Xiaohan, do the students in your class know how to play guzheng?" Someone also responded and asked Lu Xiaohan softly.

  Bai Po had just tuned his voice in a very poised manner, and he didn't look like an outsider.

  Lu Xiaohan was sweating profusely at this moment, she had no strength, so she just let out a "hmm".

   It's just that the answer is not confident and absent-minded.

  Most of the people present could see her state, looked at each other, and probably understood that Bai Chi probably wasn't very good at guzheng.

Right.

  If you know how to do it, you don't need to sign up for the sword dance.

   When the 15th class went outside to check the situation, the backstage discussed in a low voice, "It's so miserable, the long sword has been taken away, and I still have to play the piano."

   "Especially..." Someone looked at Ren Wanxuan cautiously, "She is next to Ren Wanxuan."

   "Huh? Then does she know that Ren Wanxuan is performing the piano?"

   "..."

  The voice of doubt kept ringing in my ears.

  Ren Wanxuan also understood at this time, she looked away and sneered, "I originally wanted to help her."

  Since the other party would rather force herself to play the guzheng than bow her head, there is nothing she can do.

  **

Outside.

  Lu Xiaohan and others have come out to watch the stage.

  On the stage, the piano stand and the piano bench are all set up.

  Lu Xiaohan and the others stood in the corner, their faces not looking very good.

  Zhang Shize didn't dare to go back to class, and only asked in a low voice about Lu Xiaohan's situation.

   Lu Xiaohan stared at the stage, smiled wryly and shook her head, "She has never practiced guzheng at all."

   Not to mention the guzheng, the white scorpion long sword has never been touched a few times.

  Even Ren Wanxuan, who is proficient in piano, takes time to practice every day. Bai Po has never touched the guzheng during this time, nor has he communicated with the stage in advance about the drumbeat.

  The result of this guzheng performance is predictable.

  Zhang Shize and others suddenly sank.

  Bai Po came out from the backstage wearing a skirt, a beam of spotlights hit her cold face, and the sound in the auditorium suddenly became much quieter.

   But there were still whispers.

   Just like the boys standing next to Ji Heng.

  They sound like they love to learn, and they have been arguing endlessly about the probability of a biological genetic disease.

   "But some of her descendants are patients, and some are normal..."

  Ji Heng saw that Bai Li had come out, as if he was performing Guzheng.

  Bai Po didn't tell him the content of the show, so he thought it was Guzheng all along.

   I heard from Ji Shaojun before that Bai Po seemed to have learned guzheng at the Bai family, and Ji Heng had no doubts.

He turned his head, looked at the two boys who were arguing, and said, "She is a patient and her son is a patient, and her daughter is normal. It is obviously a recessive X-linked inheritance. Then her daughter and a child born to a normal person have a disease." The probability of getting sick is one in four."

  Two students flipped through the answers behind—

   Sure enough, it is a quarter, a recessive genetic disease with x.

  The two of them looked at the gray-haired Ji Heng, and asked in a trembling voice, "Mr., were you a biology teacher before?"

   "Me? Tailor."

  The two looked at Ji Heng's serious face, it didn't look like they were joking, messy: "Tailor???"

  The tone sounded like he was about to cry.

"Yes," Ji Heng looked at them blankly, then pointed to the stage and said, "My granddaughter is going to perform, you two watch quietly, remember to applaud when the time comes, look, I made the clothes on her body. "

  The two of them looked at the exquisite clothes on Bai Po's body on the stage.

  Ah...is it really a tailor?

  The two finally cried out.

  **

first row.

  Chen Ju saw Bai Po came to the stage, holding the zither, he sat up straight.

  Looking at Bai Po, he didn't even blink his eyes.

  Many shows were brilliant today, but Chen Ju watched them a little casually. He had watched many national-level live shows, such as small fights in Xiangcheng, and he could sit from eight o'clock to eleven o'clock today.

   It's all for Jiang Fuli's face, and Bai Shao who may have a performance.

   Unexpectedly, Master Chen, who had been ignoring the show, suddenly sat up straight, and the principal was taken aback.

   At the same time, the leader who came back from the backstage whispered what happened in the backstage to the principal.

  The smile on the principal's face faltered. He looked at Mr. Chen who was suddenly serious, and quickly whispered to him: "This guzheng is a student's play, so it is naturally not as good as Jiang Jing's major. You can have fun."

   "Yeah." Chen Ju didn't look back.

   Still staring straight at Bai Ke's stage.

  Bai Po sat on the piano bench.

  Hands lightly placed on the piano stand, eyes slightly closed.

  One part of the wide gradient green skirt is on the ground, and the skirt on the ground is surrounded by poppies of various colors blooming in the wind.

   The restless auditorium gradually quieted down.

"boom-"

  The brightest spotlight in the middle is on.

  Bai Po, whose eyes had been closed all the time, suddenly opened, those eyes were not casual and careless as before, they were dark and cold, full of murderous intent.

  She raised her hand, put both hands on the string, and plucked it slowly from top to bottom, and the extremely smooth arpeggio poured out from her hands!

  The zither sound is subtle and powerful like a general.

  Even people who don’t understand music can feel the tense atmosphere of the zither narrating word by word.

  Chen Ju in the first row suddenly stood up!

  He stared at Bai Po, his fingers were trembling, just the prelude, he could hear it—

   It's white clothes!

   It's the Bai family army!

   "Zheng—"

  The kite sound is getting more and more urgent!

  Bai Li hangs his wrist, pinching his index finger and thumb, and the moment he presses the string, he is decisive and crisp, and the chop is done overnight!

  She obviously didn't wear nails, and the sound of the guzheng is not only not soft, but more firm.

  It can be faintly seen that through time and space, there are thousands of troops and horses galloping out!

  Bai Po lowered his head halfway, his fingertips quickly slid across the strings, and his fingers shook his fingers together. His fingertips were so fast that he could hardly see clearly, and the slow or urgent, light or heavy zither sounds collided into swords and swords!

  The urgent and urgent sound of the zither was ups and downs, without giving the people in the auditorium any chance to relax, and it turned sharply down at the highest moment!

  While the jade finger sweeps across the place, a thousand troops of iron cavalry come out!

   "Zheng—"

  The last sound was like a string tightened in everyone's mind, and they almost held their breath.

  The rushing voice stopped abruptly, and Bai Po rested his hands on the strings and slowly raised his head.

  The only screen behind her enlarged her face. Her eyes were still dark, but they seemed to be faintly red.

  Obviously a song has been played, but the auditorium is still silent.

  Only her poppy blooming on the stage, only her peach blossom face raised slowly, seems to be intertwined with reality into a painting after a thousand years, and imprinted into an image in the distant universe.

  Bai Po pressed his fingers on the strings of the zither, and seemed to pause for two or three seconds before standing up holding the zither.

   Pushing aside the hem of the skirt with one hand, thank you slightly.

  At the gathering place of Class 15, Ning Xiao hugged Jiang He and stared at the stage with his mouth slightly open.

  Beside him, Jiang Fuli, who was tall and tall, also stood quietly in the same place, his shallow eyes that had never fluctuated were now filled with waves, and his fingertips were almost trembling.

  In the first row, Chen Ju's eyes were almost red.

  The scene was full of people from Xiangcheng, and some people understood Chen Ju's mood.

   As the school song of Jiangjing University, just listening to it is enough to shake people's hearts—

  Think about it, this is the pre-war song composed by the eldest lady of the Bai family thousands of years ago and sent to the Bai family army by tens of thousands of people. At this moment, it has been reproduced heartily and almost perfectly. Thinking about it, I feel a sense of pride in my heart!

   This is the line of white clothes.

   No drums, no piano, no guitar.

   Only one guzheng is needed to evolve thousands of troops.

  After Bai Po stepped down from the stage, the scene remained silent for almost a minute.

   Then thunderous applause poured out.

  Chen Ju also reacted suddenly.

  He didn't say a word, and went directly to the backstage.

  Beside him, the headmaster finally woke up. While following up, he asked the people around him: "Didn't you say that Bai Po is not very good at it?"

  This is not very good? !

  The school leader who was furious in the background just now: "..."

  The two high school hosts finally recovered from the ups and downs. They walked out from behind and continued to host with a smile, "Then, please invite the last performer..."

  **

  Here, as soon as Jiang Fuli came out, he saw Bai Po standing lazily on the left side of the gate.

  She was waiting for Lu Xiaohan, looking ahead quietly.

  A wooden hairpin on the head, standing against the wind against the backlight.

  The sleeves of the clothes were gently blown by the breeze.

   It seems that in the next second, it can go away with the wind.

  A half-yellow leaf fell gently on her shoulder.

  Jiang Fuli stretched out his hand and gently picked off the leaf. The black mask was still hooked on his fingertips. He lowered his eyes and hid his whole face in the shadows. He said softly, "What are you looking at here?"

  He looked in the direction she was looking at, and was blocked by a teaching building in front of him, so he couldn't see anything.

  Hearing the voice, Bai Po tilted his head and replied: "Reflection."

   Reflection?

  Jiang Fuli stood politely, his shallow eyes narrowed slightly.

   "How did you get here?" Bai Po suddenly remembered, "Didn't Jiang He say you were busy?"

   Speaking of this, Mr. Jiang was silent for a while.

   Today is not a weekend, and the new laboratory equipment is still waiting for him, and he has been absent from work all morning.

  But no one has the guts to ask Mr. Jiang about this.

  Bai Po was the first to ask.

  Chen Ju didn't even dare to look at Jiang Fuli in the morning, let alone have the courage to ask, otherwise he would be packed by Mr. Jiang to the fighting arena in the future, and Chen Ju would not have time to cry.

  If he saw that Bai Po was so courageous, he would definitely look at her with admiration.

  Master Jiang was silent during the interval.

   Chen Ju from behind also chased him out.

   "Miss Bai." He has always been respectful to Bai Po.

  But at this time, the respect was mixed with unspeakable excitement and respect.

  After saying "Miss Bai", he looked up, only to see Jiang Fuli next to Bai Po.

  The other party no longer had the air-conditioning of "the one who gets close to me will die" in the morning, but the pair of eyes that swept over were still cold and alienated.

   The second half of Chen Ju's words were stuck in his throat abruptly.

  Bai Po turned his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows at Chen Ju.

   "Miss Bai," Chen Ju bit the bullet and asked Bai Po: "You play the guzheng really well, may I ask where you learned from?"

  He only listens to music. The Chen family members seem to be lacking in their brains. If they want to learn Liang Ti, they can't learn it. If they want to learn music, they have no talent.

  The same is true for Bureau Chen.

  But knowing how to play does not mean that you don’t understand. Chen Ju has followed the old man, and he has listened to countless professional-level performances, but none of them have been as shocking as today.

   Except that it seemed a bit obscure at the beginning, it gets better and better as it goes on.

  The guzheng faction of the association that the Chen family has followed does not have the style of Baiji, so I want to know where she came from.

  Chen Ju is really asking the question.

  Bai Po's eyes were a little weird, she looked at Chen Ju: "You play really well?"

  (end of this chapter)