Chapter 32: The silly lady made the young luthier mad (2)
There is always a gap between reality and imagination. The organizers were too optimistic and thought that a silly lady would be easy to coax. As a result, this silly lady almost made them dizzy.
Not only did she change a few pens, but she also wrote a piece of calligraphy, which was wrong! To be more precise, she imitated a piece of calligraphy. She actually took out all the remaining rice paper from the conference! It was almost used up. On the grass next to her
There was a big stack of discarded rice paper.
Seeing that there is only the last one left.
"Miss, do you want my help?" Qing'er has said this no less than ten times.[
"Okay, lend me your head."
"..."
Suddenly, there was a "Zheng!" sound, and the strings broke! The venue fell silent for an instant, and all eyes fell on the piano player.
The young pianist stared at Xiao Bihe, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Miss, haven't you heard of the allusion to expensive paper in Luoyang?" He glanced at the pile of rice paper on the ground that was about to be discarded, showing a trace of pity.
Xiao Bihe looked at the young man and blinked blankly. Although the distance between her and him was on the stage and off the stage, it was already the closest. Therefore, she could hear the young man's voice.
"The sound of the piano has stopped. Does that mean the game is over?"
"it's over!"
The young man got up angrily, stepped off the stage, rolled up the rice paper that Xiao Bihe had discarded, picked up the piano with a broken string, and left. It seemed that he had endured it for a long time until the string broke.
"Wow!" Xiao Bihe looked stupid, staring at the young man's back, his eyes obviously reluctant to leave. "So handsome..."
Qing'er frowned, what else was she thinking in her little head?
When the young man finished his sentence, the venue became chaotic. It was over. It is estimated that not many people at the scene had a complete painting.
Xiao Bihe laughed blankly, the competition is over? "Oh! Yeah! The competition is over, I don't need to write anymore. Hand in the paper!"
The person in charge on the stage didn't know how to end it. The time was decided by the young Qin. It turned out to be unreasonable and it was also a hole. However, the rules of the Lotus Club over the years were like this, and not many people took the initiative to improve it.