I saw Zhou Xiaoyi sitting under the tree, holding her legs with her arms, her face buried in her arms, and her shoulders twitched slightly.

An Yunshan walked down.

When she came behind Zhou Xiaoyi, she seemed to have some sense. She quickly raised her head and wiped the tears on her face randomly, and then turned around.

Under the backlight, Zhou Xiaoyi turned around and saw the thin and tall An Yunshan standing behind her.

For some reason, this figure made her feel particularly touched. The grievance in her heart seemed to burst into a river, and it was like a dam.

An Yunshan was also stunned. She had no experience in coaxing people. What should a girl do if she cried?

She stood there blankly, looking down at Zhou Xiaoyi sobbing there, and for the first time she was at a loss.

She thought in a daze that when her parents were still alive, her mother would gently stroke her head, and she felt warm and safe at that time.

Seeing Zhou Xiaoyi crying sadly, An Yunshan hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and gently landed on her head.

"Stop crying."

She can't comfort people, she can only say this dryly.

Zhou Xiaoyi didn't know why she cried in front of An Yunshan. She obviously didn't want him to see her embarrassed look, but she felt very aggrieved.

Until the hand fell on the top of the head and the temperature was transmitted, Zhou Xiaoyi felt warm.

Although her hoarse voice was just a simple comfort, it made the grievances in her heart begin to fade away like a tide.

When An Yunshan saw her stop crying, she took her hand back and asked, "What happened?"

Zhou Xiaoyi lowered her head and blushed and felt embarrassed.

An Yunshan was not in a hurry, just standing there quietly, with her legs long and straight. She was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for Zhou Xiaoyi to adjust her mood.

After a while, Zhou Xiaoyi stood up, patted her body, lowered her head slightly, sighed softly, and said, "We have a collaborative performance tomorrow night, and now she is sick."

She refers to Wen Shanshan.

Her face was full of disappointment.

An Yunshan tilted her head. If she was sick, there was nothing she could do. What's there to be disappointment?

Zhou Xiaoyi probably knew her doubts and said without waiting for her to ask: "Although this time it was a condolence performance, I had an assessment, and this assessment will become an assessment for me to perform on the big stage in the future."

Zhou Xiaoyi didn't say what the big stage was, and An Yunshan didn't understand it either, but since that's the case, it's normal for her to be disappointed.

This evaluation is very important to Zhou Xiaoyi. She has been preparing for a long time. Wen Shanshan fell ill at this time and immediately she had no partner.

She and Wen Shanshan play and sing one by one. Wen Shanshan's singing skills are very unique. It is difficult to find someone with her tone in a short period of time to partner with Zhou Xiaoyi.

This assessment must be coordinated by someone of equal strength, because the program originally prepared is the accompaniment.

If no one sings the accompaniment together, what is it called the accompaniment?

Zhou Xiaoyi briefly explained the situation and sighed softly. This was the most important assessment. If it was not possible to proceed normally this time, she would not have the chance to go out.

As a literary soldier, is there anything more sad than this?

Zhou Xiaoyi knew that An Yunshan couldn't help, so she just revealed it, so she felt more comfortable.

"Is there no other way?" An Yunshan asked.

Zhou Xiaoyi shook her head. She, who originally loved to laugh, now had no smile.

"Unless you can find someone with a special tone."
Chapter completed!