Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

That night's bonfire party was the last time they were together for military training.

After tomorrow's shooting and rehearsal, the first lesson of Forest Wood University's career - military training - will be over.

This lesson, because of the accompaniment of the clouds, the trees felt unusually full.

“I hear there's roast lamb at night. ”

“There's also called Flower Chicken. ”

“and a wild barbecue. ”

“I heard he gave it back to the beer. That's so funny! ”

The young minds of the students were easily satisfied, with a bonfire, several barbecues, shared barbecue and singing, and laughter.

Almost every profession prepared a show for this campfire party.

There are two programmes in religious science, one featuring Chen Fangya and Zhou Qiang, Wang Bin and Zhou Zhiguo, and one featuring Lin Wood's flute solo.

Coincidentally, Lumberwood's flute solo and Su Xinlan's ancient kite solo actually chose "Chunjiang Flower Moon Night" at the same time.

In order of appearance, it was Xinlan Su who first appeared.

When Su Xinlan returned, he also looked proudly at the trees: “I changed the song temporarily. ”

“You did it on purpose!” An Xiaoqin wanted to beat her up.

“Hit me if you can.” Xinlan Su tried to lift his head up like a proud little peacock.

“Che, the airport is no longer loaded, and our teenage girl is not big enough in the woods. ”

“I'm an adult!” Trees are depressing. She's a year younger than Ann Xiaoqin and Chen Fangya. Why is she a minor? She's just, like, a little cute teenager.

However, Su Xinlan suddenly grabbed her song, causing some headaches in the trees. Even if the same song is a different instrument, it will give a sense of repetition. It works badly, but the song can be changed temporarily. She also has to consider whether or not to hit someone else.

It can only be said that Xinlan Su's technique is too harsh.

Cloud Ting was always concerned about the state of the trees, and suddenly he said:

“Mr. Wood, come here. ”

“Oh.”

Yunting shouted at her, she really didn't dare go over there.

Who makes people officers?

“Someone robbed the song?” Yunting is really raining in time.

“Mmm.” Nodded the tree: “I'll change it temporarily, it's the alpine running water that our Taoists like, and I'm afraid it won't be popular. ”

“I'll teach you.” Yet Yunting began to write the spectrum seriously, and the pen made its own scenery through the sandstone of the paper room and Yunting's cold face, neat military green shirt.

“Okay.” Yunting looked up, just a little distracted by the trees.

“When you're done with your military training, go home and take your time.” He left a sentence in her ear.

Who wants to see you?

The trees bit their lips with their heads down and began to study the notes on the paper, which were accompanied by lyrics.

“Can you sing?” Yunting asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Wood nodded.

“Okay, I'll stay with you. ”

“Ah?”

Before the trees understood what Yunting meant, they heard her name shouting.

Without the right tune, the trees would have to give up the flute. The song Yunting gave you is good, then sing.

It's just that she's not ready for the dubbing, and the singing will be pretty good.

The trees have gone out and people are in a dilemma.

Suddenly, an elegant piano sounded from behind her.

The trees stared at the back, and she could see the clouds sitting next to the piano.

Dead clouds!

So he plays the piano so well!

Luckily, the trees were just lost for a moment, then quickly entered the character, with a beautiful piano rhythm, and opened the throat.