Chapter 26: Miss Silly Always Bumps Beautiful Boys
The competition has not started yet, but looking at the excitement, there are many people gathered, including people from agriculture, industry and commerce, and various types. Gradually, elegant young scholars, gentlemen, and maids holding pendant fans and swinging them follow the beautiful ladies with aloof temperament.
There are also more and more.
Xiao Bihe blinked, feeling a little dazzled. Her silly face was red and looked particularly cute in the sun. If outsiders were not as good as her, who would know that she was a fool?
After a while, she picked up Qing'er and started spinning her around in the crowd.
The little guy looked particularly clumsy today, bumping into people from time to time. Fortunately, the people they met were usually gentle and gentle young scholars. It was okay to apologize, but he looked sullen. When he saw Qing'er's beautiful appearance
I will also be stunned and unable to say anything to question, and I can't show off my appearance in front of a "beautiful woman".[
"Miss, be careful." Qing'er reminded. He looked at her very carefully, but sometimes he was always unexpected.
She was obviously running forward, but why did she move to the left all of a sudden?
It seemed to be turning right, but then it suddenly hit the front? It either hit this person or that person.
Afterwards, most of these people's expressions were awkward and weird, and several of them were sullen but did not dare to show it too obviously.
A trace of doubt arose in Qing'er's heart. Today's He'er was a little abnormal, that is, she was no longer as shy as usual and would hide behind herself when seeing people.
At this time, the competition was about to begin, and the participants began to enter the venue one after another. Old gentlemen, masters, and painters from several academies hosting the competition were sitting on the stage, drinking tea and snacks, and admiring the paintings brought by the talented and beautiful people.
, so impressive.
Little Bihe was probably tired from playing, so she squatted outside the rope and looked into the field like everyone else.
She quietly raised her chin with her little hand and stared blankly at the young piano player on the stage. He was handsome, dressed in white, and sat in front of the piano with an indifferent expression. His eyes were deep and deep, as if no one else present could see him.
Unable to enter the pupil.
Listen to the discussions of the people next to you. When the piano starts playing, the competition begins. When the piano stops playing, the painting time ends.