Yu Xiaoyu admired her masterpiece in the mirror with great satisfaction. For the little girl in the red jumpsuit in front of her, she had been working for almost an hour.

How is she so awesome！Yu Xiaoyu took a deep breath, her concubine was as a female star！Look at her dress, look at her height ratio and hairstyle！

"Sweety, do you think that auntie can go to the selection of costume props？"

"I'm not going to the wedding, I'm going to take the exam."Yu Ruoling pulled her skirt hilariously. The face in the mirror makes the same expression as the "red guy" in front of the mirror.

"What's the matter~auntie has helped you to match it very well. The red color matches the Chinese style very well, and there is no lace on the skirt."Yu Xiaoyu lifted her skirt to observe left and right.

She looks more and more like Reddy now..., Yu thought.

The music is amazing, and those music brought to Yu Ruoling made her excited. Even though she still doesn't like the piano very much, the word 'music' is destined to be deeply imprinted in her soul by a pair of big hands.

"Okay, is this all right？"

"Turn around, auntie take a look！"

Yu Ruoling turned around according to her words, the light touch made her feel as if she was about to fly from the ground to the ceiling.

"The makeup is on, very good！"Yu Xiaoyu looked closer and nodded again with satisfaction, "Let's go！"

*

Su Yixin led the Afghan Hound into the rest area, and saw from a distance a bright red body turned 360° and turned around around around.

"Ling！I'm coming！"

"...Hey teacher, oh hey Whity~"Yu Ruoling was a little dizzy after being turned around, and the figure in front of her shook so much that Whity only had a ball of hair left to see.

"Hello, teacher, I'm her aunt."Yu Xiaoyu has a deep impression on Su Yixin.

The two have never met face to face, but from her sweety's description, it is clear that the character and soul of this guzheng teacher is simply excellent. Today, she finally had the opportunity to bring her sweety to the exam.

Yu Xiaoyu decided to have a good chat with Su Yixin during the process to see if she could learn anything special, or she would be happy to become a friend directly.

The bell outside just rang, and Yu Ruoling dragged the whole wooden tripod and Reddy into the exam room independently.

She looked at the white clock on the wall, there were ten minutes before the official exam, but the two in the rest area were already talking in crazy.

Sure enough, they would get along very well, Yu Ruoling thought silently, and leisurely pulled up her skirt and walked to the bench outside to sit down.

She took out the tortoiseshell-specific adhesive page in the paper bag, tore off the tape, and tied it around her left and right fingers.

She have to say that wearing a tortoise shell is the most annoying step she takes before playing the guzheng.

"Sweety！Come on in a minute, how about we go have lunch together after the test？"

"Okay, what do you want to eat？"

Yu Xiaoyu opened her wallet and thought for a while, "Well... let's eat steak！"

...Omg.

*

In the master bedroom, Li Qiao was half lying on the bed holding the phone and thinking seriously about the person on the other side's suggestion.

There is a black leather-bound book on the bedside table, which is clean as a whole, the leather cover is not stained at all, and the gold lettering in the upper left corner shows its identity.

On Christmas Day, December 25 this year, she and her husband Yu Xiaoyang were going to be baptized in the church. The Bible on the bedside table was for her to use later.

But a recruiting call about her daughter's musical potential is currently taking her time.

Windblade sees Yu Ruoling's musical potential. Su Yixin immediately announced that she would skip level 4 in the next test on the day she finished the test of level 1.

They must know that the fourth level is already on the verge of being able to wear a cheongsam to officially attend large-scale competitions.

Her daughter is only 9 years old, and there is only one year left before the next guzheng certificate. However, the talent center called to recruit students, hoping that Ruoling be able to join the newly established Hawaiian special instrument ---- Ukulele Orchestra.

Li Qiao is more worried about the pressure on her daughter.

On the other side, Yu Ruoling was sitting on a black leather pulley office chair in the study, holding the Bible in both hands and gnawing at it with her eyes.

From time to time, she relied on the torque of her body to turn the chair around herself a few times. It was not until the words "Abraham" on the page appeared astigmatism that she slowly stopped, and just happened to hear the sound of the recruitment call of the Ukulele Orchestra.

"Ling, Windblade just called to ask if you want to join the Ukulele Orchestra？"

"Yes. Auntie seems to have signed up for a one-on-one class after chatting with Guzheng teacher last time. I can practice with her next time."

Li Qiao hesitated for a while, but her daughter's decisive decision made her a little uncertain, "Are you sure？Will you be too tired？"

"No, the schoolwork is still very simple now, and we will talk about it when it is not easy."

She turned the page and entered Genesis chapter 16. Before today, when she was reading the first few chapters, she saw a name--Yuba, the music master of all those who played the piano and flute, was strangely affected by an inexplicable intimacy, and unconsciously sat in front of the piano chair and touched its Black and white keys.

Although she can't play a single piece of music, after listening to the song, she can probably find the scale based on her impression.

"Then I'll call her tomorrow to say you can participate？"

"Ok."

*

The operation of the air conditioner roared, and the rotor blades of the electric fan were like a deafening strong wind attacked by a steel cannon typhoon.

The atmosphere in the dark room was gloomy—even if the walls were painted with a pale pink and white color that belonged to a girl’s feelings—all together, it looked even weirder… Or, all together, it couldn’t relieve the girl sitting on the bed.

Half of the resentment in her eyes. She is obviously just a child who has not yet experienced the world so deeply, but her expression is like the Medusa in Greek mythology, full of curses and resentment.

The girl's hair that was usually tied in a ponytail was naturally fluffy, and her bangs covered half of her face.

Under the lampshade of the night lamp, she looked like a ghost in Japan's curse with disheveled hair, her eyes were sluggish, but it made people shudder.

"Ling...you betrayed me."

In the corner of the wall, a pile of maliciously smashed yellow note papers was like a corpse covered with yellow silk, quietly waiting for the fate of being cremated.