Chapter 27: : Drumming

Zhou Yiji, who was still standing on the stage, flashed a fine light and smiled. "Thank you for the kind of appreciation of Mrs. Ye Dashao. Your literary talent is so outstanding, talent should be a surprise. Why not come to stage for everyone?"

Liu’s heart was raised again. How can her family perform?
But if she struggles with the struggle between the juniors, their little words will only be more depressing.
She put her gaze on Ye Shaoqing and hoped that he could help the little words push the matter.
Lin Qing’s words licked the red lips, and the double fists in the sleeves slowly gripped.
hateful!
(д)
This dead girl did not intend to let her go.
She aimed at the expressionless Ye Shaoqing and her eyes moved to Ponzi.
Why didn't they round her up for her?
Especially the mother-in-law, she has already proved that she will not be able to do anything on the road.
It’s all dumb on the spot.
Looking around at a circle waiting to see her ugly, there are men and women, so angry that she shivered.
She has no talent for talent, what kind of performance?
Too bad.
Her head is bald!
The line of sight inadvertently glimpsed the big leather drum in the music team, and the spirit machine moved: "There is no room for technical surprises, so that everyone can have fun."
She looked at the team that played the music, and her eyes swept over a large drum: "This brother, can you borrow your drums?"
The man stayed for a moment, looked back at the foreman, and got the consent, and answered: "I don't know how to use the lady?"
"Nature is a beat." Lin Qing's words told Yong Xiao Hou's family to help lift the drum to the front of the stage.
Zhou Yuji sat down on the stage and looked at Lin Qing’s words.
At the same time, I laughed with my companion sitting around, waiting to see what she could make.
Shen Qiu-Jun looked dignified and explored Lin Qing’s words. She pulled Ye Weijun’s sleeves and lowered her voice:
Frather, you don’t think you are like another person.

Ye Weijun also felt that Lin Qing’s words were not right:
Who is it like?

"Not like who, I suspect that this amnesty is a fake. I heard that some people in Xiliang will be human skin masks, and they will be the same as real people on the face. Will they make a fake big squatting arrangement next to the big brother? Can I make such a poem?" Shen Qiurong thinks more and more.
Ye Weijun’s nephew was dark, and then he chuckled twice:
The human skin mask is hard to make it realistic, and it’s impossible to get to the extent of realism. Besides, they are lying together every day. If she brings a mask, how can her big brother not find it? Don't worry. Even if you have a hard work lurking around your eldest brother, you will never be a pillow."
Shen Qiurong listened, no longer speaks, and his eyes fell on Lin Qing’s words.
She has picked up the drumsticks, and said: "You, ugly."
Lin Qing's words stood in front of the drums. First, they joined hands and fell together, hitting the drumhead.
After a while, I circled again, and then I lifted my legs. The drums were sometimes tempered and slow, very rhythmic.
The voice was deafening and the momentum was very strong.
Without any accompaniment, the life in the room was a little bit warm and bloody.
Ye Shaoqing’s eyes are dark, and the eyes of the people who are staring at the clothes on the stage are not blind.
Liu’s heart will reveal her aunt’s smile:
How is this performance of Mrs. Jiang, my little word? Is it more fresh than those who twisted the ingots?

Mrs. Yongxiao Houfu accompanied her smile: "This kind of inspiration is really unique."
Zhou Yuji almost stunned her chin.
This person is really that stupid, empty table with waste wood?
The mint green girl is quite vocal: "Jier sister, you see what you did. Originally she has lost her face. But you are not perfect, she can't do it once. It's good, she made a beautiful turnaround." And in the future, if you are in Beijing, how many people will pass you aggressive?"
Zhou Yiji regrets not at the beginning, but he is not convinced on the surface: "Who shouldn’t dare to say that the county is not?"
Lin Qing’s words have done so many bad things, and there is still no one in Beijing who dares to discuss in public. Even their parents don’t let them mention more.
Lin Qing’s words still have such power, and she is not afraid of a county magistrate.
Lin Qing’s words played for more than a minute and screamed at the drumsticks:
Offering ugly.
He stepped down and handed the drumsticks back to the person who gave her the drum:
Thank you for your brotherhood.

"You're welcome." The man quickly raised his hand and bent back to return.
Ancient men and women, the girl who was playing next to her, respectfully took over.
Lin Qing’s words went down to his own position and did not forget to observe the reactions of the people around him.
Most women dismiss her, and men are amazing.
She couldn't help but see Ye Shaoqing. He bowed his head slightly, as if he was not interested in her performance.
Lin Qing’s words were somewhat lost, sitting in the position and swaying the red hand.
The original master's skin is very delicate, she knocked this time, and the place where the drumsticks were held was violently numb.
Condensed tea for Lin Qing's words, put down the tea pot and gave her a thumbs up: "Miss, you are too talented! The slaves did not expect that one day you can give face to the generals, and the wife has been applauding for you."

Lin Qing’s words looked up at Liu’s side, and she was looking at it. The two looked at each other.
Lin Qing’s expression is awkward:
The past is not worth looking back. Don’t read it anymore.

The condensed fragrance should be heard.
Shen Qiu-Yong smiled and said: "Da Yu is not exposed, is it that the drum dance should be practiced for a long time?"
Lin Qing’s words conceived that she had trouble getting this out. She didn’t want to rush to test it so quickly, and spread her palm:
Look at my hand, actually this is my first drumming. I used to put too much The energy is on the wind and snow. Now I give up, I feel that I can do more with less. The dance is my own temporary thought, including the poem."
This is also explained to Ye Shaoqing.
"The words of Daxie made me wait for the sorrow, for example, the poems I just had. Even if it is a poet, it is not always possible to make such a wonderful sentence if he studies his life."
Lin Qing said: "Because most of you come to the world to make up the number, so there is no talent. And I am different, I am the most special one."
Shen Qiurong: "..."
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Next, the troupe sang, Lin Qing’s words couldn’t understand, and the midfielder stood up and pulled the scent to the side:
When can this ban be over? I only watched the sons of the river fishing from time to time and slammed a big fish. Let's go fishing too."
Condensed Road: "You have to ask the name of the big son."
Lin Qing's words: "..."
Mom is a bazi!
Everything needs to ask him, does she have human rights?
I don't want to deal with him any more: "Let's go well, if you can catch a big fish later, take it back directly to the military."
"Back to the generals? Have you discussed with Dagong? He does not agree unless the master picks you up."
Lin Qing's words: "..."
Biting a silver tooth: "I will discuss it with him! I will be the master of my business in the future."
"Miss, this is not in order. You are already a Yefu person. If you don't return to the generals, if you know what you are, you will be sent back immediately because of your respect for Ye Family. You will not be pleased on both sides." And the slaves just looked at your eyes with a big son, it’s very wrong, we are still cautious and good."