Chapter 940

The warm breath was spitting on his chest, with a smell of wine and intoxicating body fragrance.

He looked sideways. His face was red on his shoulder. His beautiful eyes were tightly closed. His thick and upwarped eyelashes were well rooted. How could his eyes look so good.

Xu is too heavy to sleep. Chuyu's body is sliding forward, and he is about to fall to the ground. He quickly reaches out his hand to hold his waist, and continues to fix him on his shoulder, maintaining the original posture.

His waist is so thin that he can't hold it. His touch is soft. Bah, what are you thinking? How can a man's waistline be described as surplus less than one grip? At best, it's a little thinner.

"Kyoto Chuyu, has Kyoto Chuyu come?" Sima Changfeng was stunned by the publicity reputation of the attendants from outside the crowd. Is it Chu Yu's turn? He was reluctant to give up in his heart, but he was very nostalgic for the feeling of snuggling together.

"Brother Chu, wake up, it's your turn." Sima Changfeng helped him on the shoulder and shook him hard. Chu Yu didn't wake up. He mumbled something in his mouth. He didn't hear it clearly.

He reached out and pinched his nose again, which made him suffocate and unable to breathe. This was the awakening.

Dissolving the moon blindfolded a pair of eyes: "what's the matter? Where is this? Who are you? "

Sima Changfeng sighed and said, "this is the school yard of Sima family. I'm Sima Changfeng. You are Chu Yu. Now it's your turn to play the piano. Are you ok?"

Dissolving the moon's confused brain suddenly became clear. Yes, she came to participate in the competition. They drank a few glasses of wine and got drunk.

She got up and grabbed the instrument.

Sima Changfeng was worried: "are you ok now? Do you want me to talk to them and let you play tomorrow? "

Dissolve the moon to wave: "no need not, I can." She straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, walked out of the crowd with her head held high, and walked towards the desk step by step. She walked slowly because her feet were still weak.

It's a good thing to see that people don't see things again. Otherwise, I'm afraid that this tune won't play today.

She sat down in front of the table and carefully removed the cloth from the instrument, revealing a plain pear wood instrument.

Not to mention how surprised the judges on both sides were, the contestants who were watching from afar all sighed: "this man brought a yellow pear Qin, and didn't pay attention to the competition."

"That's right. In this competition, it's not only the skill of playing the zither, but also the instrument. I don't even have a decent and good one. What else can I talk about?"

These people's views were once the views of Sima Changfeng. Even at this moment, Sima Changfeng's views have not changed much.

The best way to respond to those people's comments is to shut them up. The best way is to use strength to talk. When they see her strength, they will naturally shut up.

As in the morning, the head of Sima's family closed his eyes and raised his spirits. If he opened his eyes, he would say that the music he was playing was not bad. If he could enter his ears, he would also like to see what the person who was playing the music looked like.

One tune, like the morning bell in the remote ancient world, two tunes, like the immortal playing music on the top of the mountain... Tuning from slow to urgent, as if the spring on the mountain poured down from the top, three thousand Zhang is the surging moon, three thousand Zhang is the clear frost.