Chapter 60 Violin

"Have you decided what to perform?" Qi Tianyi asked curiously on the way back to the dormitory.

Yan Fuguang shook his head. In fact, she didn't want to agree at first, but the squad leader, a tall man of about 1.8 meters with a red face, stood in front of her and earnestly persuaded her again and again. She softened her heart and finally relented.

"How about singing? You happen to have released a single, and the accompaniment is all ready-made." Qi Tianyi gave her an idea.

There is no point in repeating the past, and Yan Fuguang is not very interested.

She quickly mentally reviewed the skills suitable for performing on stage, and it seemed that apart from singing, she only had musical instruments. Singing was too troublesome, and she didn't really want to dance.

Sometimes it’s annoying to have too many things, but fortunately she doesn’t have difficulty choosing.

Yan Fuguang sent a message to Zhang Yuanyuan and asked her to make an appointment at the company's recording studio. She had already thought of the song.

That night, Yan Fuguang spent the whole night in the recording studio and worked with the recording engineer to create the accompaniment.

Zhang Yuanyuan came over early to deliver musical instruments and breakfast. Upon seeing this, she sighed: "Xiaoguang, you are too fierce. Can you survive a long night before going to military training?"

Yan Fuguang yawned: "It's not bad. I'll just go and order a sermon in the morning. I'll take half a day off to rehearse in the afternoon. I'll have time to rest."

The School of Mathematical Sciences attaches great importance to this party. It is rare to have a star among the freshmen. For such a party, resources must be used rationally, so I directly asked her for leave.

Although the hospital has to go through a selection round before applying, everyone knows that there is a high probability that it will be Yan Fuguang.

Zhang Yuanyuan carefully handed over the violin case that had been protected all the way: "Here, I brought the violin to you. Check to see if you got it correctly."

She received a call from Yan Fuguang early this morning, asking her to go to his home to help pick up the piano.

Zhang Yuanyuan knew that Yan Fuguang had a piano room in his home. He saw it when he last vlogged. There was a piano and a violin in it.

The piano was a Steinway grand, which she recognized.

As for the violins, which were old and new, she asked out of curiosity. Yan Fuguang said that they were all gifts given to her by her parents when she was a child, and the oldest one was over 200 years old.

When she was picking up the piano this morning, she was terrified the whole time, for fear of bumping it, so she didn't dare to let go of it all the way. Now that the jade was back home, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"The mission has been completed. My hands are shaking while holding this thing. If it gets damaged and sold, I can't afford to pay for it!" Zhang Yuanyuan patted her chest with lingering fear.

Yan Fuguang took out the piano and started to tune it. He smiled and said, "It's not that scary. The piano is insured. There is no need to sell it to you."

"That would worry me too, it's very precious!"

Although this one is not an antique, it is still a masterpiece worth more than one million yuan. It is not as random as Yan Fuguang said.

To be honest, she admired Yan Fuguang's big heart so much that he allowed her to get such an expensive thing alone. Fortunately, Yan Fuguang didn't want the 200-year-old one, otherwise she wouldn't dare to touch it even if he killed her.

Yan Fuguang returned to the recording studio to record a complete demo, and the preparations for the program were completed.

The welcome party was scheduled for the night after the military training ended. The program for the Academy was submitted relatively late, so the rehearsal time was very tight.

It was originally said that the program would be reviewed this afternoon, but unexpectedly, the hospital notified Yan Fuguang at short notice that he would be there in the morning.

At nine-thirty in the morning, Yan Fuguang came to the rehearsal room carrying the piano case.

Monitor Wang Yang and counselor Zhang Boming were both here, as were the two teachers in charge of student affairs in the hospital.

After Yan Fuguang entered, the door to the rehearsal room was closed for half an hour. The specific situation was unknown to outsiders, but when the door was opened, everyone was filled with joy.

"The program will be registered soon. Remember to communicate with them about the rehearsal time."

Zhang Boming told Wang Yang to communicate with the student union more, and then turned to look at Yan Fuguang.

"I won't say much more about you." Zhang Boming said with a smile, "Just show off the elegance of our Mathematical Institute."

After reviewing the program, Yan Fuguang had the whole afternoon free. Although he didn't sleep all night, he wasn't too sleepy at the moment.

She was still thinking about the song this time.

It would definitely be better if there was a symphony orchestra to work with, but the time is too tight. Even if there is a student orchestra in Shanghai Dan, it will not be able to get in place in a short time.

Yan Fuyang thought of herself, who had been the concert leader for thirty years, and the two pianos that had been with her for many years. She wondered if they had been taken good care of.

Time passed quickly, and after two on-site rehearsals, the welcome party arrived soon.

Originally, the student union arranged for a makeup artist, but Mo Yun would not agree to leave Yan Fuguang's styling to outsiders.

She directly booked a room in a hotel outside the school and asked Zhang Yuanyuan to bring her stylist there. Even if it was an internal party within the school, she couldn't be sloppy with her makeup.

Someone has taken care of the styling, and Yan Fuguang is not lacking in formal wear.

At home, Alaia’s various dresses from the current and previous seasons are hung all over the room, as well as many other first-line brands. Referring to the style of this work, the stylist chose a bright yellow tube top dress.

The upper body is supported by tree-shaped fish bones, and the skirt is composed of several layers of gauze. It is slightly puffed up. According to Yan Fuguang's height, the length reaches about the middle of the calf.

With a complexion as white as jade and a bright yellow color, the vitality that rushes towards her face can hit people's hearts.

Zhang Yuanyuan still brought her camera and took pictures in all directions. Her dedicated attitude made it look like she was rushing to change careers.

"Do you really want to change careers?"

Although Yan Fuguang was applying makeup with his eyes closed, the clicking sound could not be heard.

Zhang Yuanyuan didn't stop, focusing while saying: "No way, isn't this the task assigned by Mr. Mo? I don't have the ability to really make a blockbuster."

"That's almost it. I'm sitting motionless. How can you still take pictures of flowers?"

"That must be possible. You have to choose one out of ten thousand. Otherwise, I feel sorry for your face."

This matter-of-fact tone made the makeup artist laugh, and he also echoed: "Yes, such a beautiful face must be photographed well."

After all, this time it was stage makeup, so the makeup artist’s hands were heavier than before, and there was no shortage of blingy highlights.

In terms of hairstyle, Yan Fuguang didn't want to make it too complicated, so the makeup artist just took a curling iron and clamped it a few times, then smoothed the two sides to the back of his head and fixed it loosely.

Probably because he inherited An Ge's hair color, Yan Fuguang's hair has a slight brown tone. Under the refraction of the light, the long, slightly curly hair is sparkling and full of layers.

"Perfect!"

The makeup artist couldn't help but take out her phone and take a photo of Yan Fuguang. Such a perfect work is definitely worth collecting.

I saw Yan Fuguang standing by the window wearing silver strappy high heels. In the backlight, she looked like a vigorously growing flower on the high mountain, with the strong tension of life spreading wantonly.

"I'm afraid it will cause traffic jams if you go out like this." Zhang Yuanyuan admired sincerely.

She casually introduced the perspective of a passerby. If she suddenly saw Yan Fuguang dressed up on the street, she might not be able to move her legs, and she would be short of one step and three turns.

The makeup artist also nodded. Even people like them who met often were speechless. You can imagine how big of an impact it would have on everyone outside.

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Chapter completed!