Oh Damn！
A long black hair swayed sharply behind her back, and under the sunlight after the rain, the waterfall-like silk reflected rainbow colors.
Yu's family is currently located in the famous mountain scenic spot in Nantou - Monster Village. Now it's half an hour of free time for everyone.... Well, actually, it's just Yu Ruoling's personal free time.
Li Qiao stayed with Yu Xiaoyang and Yu Hong Axiu in a well-known Douhua shop. She took advantage of the situation and asked to go out to see if there were any other fun things.
So she went shopping everywhere, and the streets were lined with some "horrible" objects.
It's "horrible" because those masks look like devils. She was a little excited, she thought silently, the headphones in her ears were playing a song that could reach 300 meters per second while listening at running time - Croatian Rhapsody.
"This song sounds like being chased by a dog..."She said.
She adjusted the position of the backpack behind her back, and noticed that her heart was beating a little faster for no reason.
？She was not chased by a dog.
At the same moment, something walking on stilts, covered with a black cloth 2 meters long and reaching the ground, slowly approached her with squinting eyes and a crooked mouth.
The wide black robe sleeves slowly, lightly and defiantly slid over the top of her head and shoulders that could almost fry an egg because of the sunshine, and finally stroked down her back.
Yu Ruoling immediately sensed something approaching her head before “it” doing this, and before she could react, the thing blocked all her vision when she turned around.
She could only see darkness.
Then, an oblong grimace, white enough to pick out nanoscale of sand, instantly appeared in her pupils.
She looked expressionless as the ghost suddenly started dancing from left to right.
The word "Oh Damn！" popped out of head.
Ghost is dancing！
Yu Ruoling calmly took out a digital camera and took a picture of "it". The ghost was stunned, obviously not expecting that it would please a little girl to some extent.
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The ghost bent down aggrievedly and rested its chin lightly on her head, as if to express the feeling of "scaring failure is really sad".
*
Windblade Music Talent Center.
The instructor of the Ukulele Orchestra, Yang Fu, and the person in charge, Miss Wu, are discussing whether to cooperate with the organizer of the upcoming concert of the Art Center as a franchise unit this summer.
If Windblade decides to participate in this artistic event, the Ukulele Orchestra will inevitably have to prepare the music for the stage performance.
At that time, not only will they have to ask the children in the orchestra about their wishes, but they will also have to replace the ukulele to officially lacquered wood color and 30-inch used for the performance.
Although it is a little troublesome...
"But I think for the children, this is a very rare opportunity."Miss Wu said sincerely.
Yang Fu nodded, "Okay, then I will confirm their personal willingness to participate in the next class."
"Thank you."
Yang Fu held her head and thought for a while, and finally pressed the dial button on the touch screen of the mobile phone to Yu Ruoling's mother, Li Qiao.
...
The repertoire of the concert cannot be monotonous, and the ukulele itself is an instrument that can be divided into four choruses. After about one or two months of observation since the group started, Yang Fu has roughly selected one to four pillar candidates.
Generally speaking, the third and fourth parts are often intertwined, and there is a high probability that they will interfere with each other, resulting in rhythm confusion in the music.
Then the candidates for each pillar in these two parts have to be carefully considered for screening. Yang Fu first crossed the name of the third pillar, her family background and violin used to be linked, and her name was Jian Yijia.
Then comes the second part. She looked at the members on the list and stopped on Yu Ruoling's avatar...
She was a little impressed with the child. They practiced a pop song in late December last year, and Yang Fu heard she turning up the metronome to 97, and then blasting out that long string of sixteenth-note intros.
After Yang Fu contacted Jian Yijia's father, she called Yu Ruoling's mother.
"Hopefully she'll agree to the concert."
*
February 14, 2012.
Star Elementary School officially opened, and groups of students entered the gates in four directions.
When Yu Ruoling stepped into the east side door again, all the expressions on her face...no, there was no expression at all.
From the outside, she still looks like a little girl, but from the inside, she has been trained to be comparable to the mentality of a 15-year-old high school graduate.
Maybe 15-year-olds and 9-year-olds are "essentially" no different, both childish. But aside from those things, the things she thought out in her heart were condensed, and it was actually no worse than an adult whom is being "mature".
Yu Ruoling stopped at the first square in front of the stairs, and turned her head again to look at the blue sky on the left. She stared at it absentmindedly.
Can't just live without achievement, she should stand on high ground with achievement. ...At least someone has to listen to her.
She stepped silently up the first step, closed her dark eyes, and parted her lips slightly.
"Be serious."
The dark door, the nightmare sound of shackles falling from afar, opened to her spirit bit by bit as if in slow motion.
Yu opened her eyes with calm, like a ruined puppet controlled by someone.