The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Chapter 489: I will this song

  Chapter 489 I know this song

  The song that An Chen is playing now is very complicated, it contains the fierce life and death on the battlefield, but it is also mixed with iron blood and tenderness.

  An Chen's left hand kept changing the position of pressing it, and the speed of the hand made people dazzled.

  From the pieces played by An Chen, a vivid picture is displayed in front of people.

  The general wore armor to fight on the battlefield, and was ordered in danger, and the battle was urgent. The general's mansion is full of festive red silk, and a woman is looking forward to the return of the general.

  The vows made for the rest of my life in vain are still in my ears. I thought life would be cooking tea with my own hands, traveling all over the world, and enjoying the sunset together.

  The shadow of the sword, the light of the sword, the afterglow, the blood stained the yellow sand, I planned to put a red gauze on you with my own hands, but I didn't expect that I couldn't be together to see the picturesque mountains and rivers.

  The war horses neighed, the iron hooves clanged, and the slogans of the army were still majestic.

  My dear girl, I hope you put on red makeup, find a good family, and let go of the past.

  The song is over, and there are many mistakes in it, but the flaws are not hidden. Although it is only a song, the picture seems to be right in front of us.

   "Okay, that's great!" I don't know who said it first, and the others also responded from the song, and there was warm applause at the scene.

   "Well, I'm sorry." The boy also knew he was wrong, and ran away after speaking.

   "What musical instrument is this?" A musician from an unknown country said in stuttering Chinese.

   "This is Erhu." An Chen answered his question.

   "I wonder if I will have the honor to listen to you playing a piece?"

   "Sorry, my level is not enough, but the guides in this exhibition hall are very professional."

   "Okay, thanks for introducing me to this instrument."

  An Chen responded with a polite smile, and then slipped away. The short-haired girl thanked An Chen, and then stayed in the exhibition hall to listen to the explanation.

   "Chenchen, why are we leaving?" Ji Xuan looked puzzled, he still wanted to continue listening to An Chen play the erhu.

   "I know that one, and I don't know the others. I don't know the basics." An Chen is super honest. In this regard, she is indeed not good enough.

  Wei Ze and Director Li arrived late, and then found that they were a step behind, and smiled helplessly again, and the two went for a walk elsewhere.

  After An Chen's performance just now, the number of people in the Folk Music Hall has increased, and the seats that were empty just now are now full.

   Most of the visitors from other countries have never seen such a musical instrument, but the action of pulling the strings is similar to that of a violin, but the timbre of the two instruments is completely different.

  An Chen and the others did not return to the venue after they came out.

  Walking and walking, An Chen suddenly thought of something, she recalculated the time, and found a crashing thing.

  The school celebration time is the third day of the presentation, and isn’t today the second day!

   "Brother, quickly call Cheng Han and the three of them to find them all."

  An Chen's life these past few days is really too messy, she is a little fuzzy about the date and time.

  The three persons in charge, Cheng Han, Jiang Yuan, and Ai Yamin, were really reliable. It took only fifteen minutes for all the performers to return to the gymnasium.

   "I'm very sorry, but I also thank you all for returning to the gymnasium. There is no way to combine work and rest today. I forgot that tomorrow is the school celebration."

  An Chen sincerely apologized, this negligence really shouldn't have existed, and she didn't know why she was so sloppy this time and made such a low-level mistake.

   Don't look left and right, walk in the way you like.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)