Walking to the side with the principal, principal Zhang said with a kind expression, " I've seen the performance just now. It's very similar to Mr. Ye shenghai's style.
Mr. Ye shenghai was a famous lute player.
principal, you're overpraising me, " Wen Qiao hurriedly said. I don't dare to compare myself to Mr. Ye.
you've put in a lot of effort for the school's Folk Music Department. I've seen it all. I have to thank you properly.
Wen Qiao felt a little uneasy. you're being too serious. I'm only doing what I can.
Principal Zhang smiled. I started off as an erhu student, but after I took over the position of principal, I'm not that bad anymore. Although I'm the principal, the school has a Board of Directors. I don't have the final say in this school. The Board of Directors only look at benefits and don't involve themselves in emotions. There were a few meetings where they said they were going to close down the Folk Music Department.
An old man and a young man stood at the entrance of the auditorium, talking about the past and future of the Folk Music Department. Wen Qiao could feel the helplessness of being swept away by the tide of the times from the old principal's mouth.
fortunately, your generation is starting to realize the beauty of folk music again. I'm very pleased to see you children fighting for the sake of folk music.
Wen Qiao listened attentively.
it's just that there's still a long way to go if we want society to accept folk music again, like it, and let it have a place. Let's tide over the difficulties together.
The frost fell on the tree branches. Although the old man was old, his eyes were sincere and bright, and Wen Qiao was deeply touched.
yes, let's tide over the difficulties together. It will definitely pass. Our country's national treasure will definitely be carried forward again.
After bidding farewell to the old principal, Wen Qiao and the rest returned to the dormitory.
He went to sleep after washing up.
Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao were two night owls. They loved to hide in their own beds at night and watch doujinshi novels on old Ford. Their smiles were extremely wretched.
Wen Qiao closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Fu Nanli had to fly for more than ten hours and would only land the next morning.
When she woke up in the morning, she swiped her phone and saw that Fu Nanli had sent her a message: [ I've landed safely. I'm going to rest for a while. ]
yes, have a good sleep.
After scrolling through Weibo, he saw that the top trending search was #internet celebrity showing off aircraft cockpit #.
Because she had a Captain boyfriend, Wen Qiao was more sensitive to such news. She immediately clicked into the hot search. This matter had already reached the top of the hot search list. This photo was posted on ins by the internet celebrity, and she had deleted the original post. However, the screenshots of the marketing accounts helped her to spread it. Now, the entire internet could see the photo of the cockpit of the plane posted by the internet celebrity.
The most important thing was that, according to the brightness of the dial and the closing of various switches, the professionals analyzed that when the internet celebrity took this photo, the plane was in flight mode.
A picture shook the entire internet.
This Captain was treating the lives of hundreds of people on the plane as a joke.
Soon, the human flesh began, and Wen Qiao followed the entire process.
Netizens were omnipotent. They quickly found out the name of this internet celebrity and her boyfriend's name was Luo Hui, the captain of Dongchuan airlines Haicheng flight to Munich.
Wen Qiao's eyes instantly widened. Captain Luo, who was flying from Haicheng to Munich and was also the one who was taking over Fu Nanli's shift, had actually taken his girlfriend into the cockpit for personal gain. Not only that, but he had even made her sit in the cockpit and pose for photos while the plane was flying.
This is crazy!
Treating so many lives as child's play!
Even the ancient Flames of War toyed with the feudal vassals were nothing more than this.
Wen Qiao was a little worried and sent Fu Nanli a message: " will Luo Hui's matter affect you? "
It was already noon, and Haicheng was six hours ahead of helsinki. It was still early in the morning there, and Fu Nanli was the kind of person who would be in high spirits after three to five hours of sleep. He woke up the moment the phone on the bedside table rang.
He was a little confused when he saw the words 'things' about Luo Hui.
[ what's the matter? ]