Chapter 1968 - 1948:

Chapter 1968: Chapter 1948:

He also knows that Luo Qianqian is not responsible for these things, but he also understands that when things are urgent, he can only turn to Luo Qianqian. After all, the ones who know the most people here are the two people from the academy.

He Wenyu was instantly dumbfounded too. Such an important thing, how could he forget?

"...I can play the flute, but it seems like weddings usually feature trumpets or suona, right?" Luo Qianqian chuckled bitterly. "I don’t think many people in the academy know how to play those."

The most important thing is that even if there are people who can, they might not know each other!

"In our class, there are quite a few who can play various instruments. Most are required to learn, like the guqin and others..." He Wenyu smiled wryly too. He truly cannot play the trumpet or suona!

"Does it have to be lively?" Upon hearing He Wenyu’s words, Luo Qianqian’s eyes twinkled. Background music doesn’t necessarily have to be lively as long as it embodies happiness and joy, right?

"What do you mean?" Lin Jiayou was also having a hard time following his sister’s train of thought. Since they aren’t related by blood, he feels it’s normal that he struggles to keep up.

"A guqin and flute ensemble." Luo Qianqian grinned widely. "Arrange a group on the rooftop of your path where you must pass, and everyone plays together. Isn’t that background music? Though it’s a bit unconventional, it’s at least not dull. If all else fails, we can resort to gongs and drums, but the trumpet and suona—I really haven’t learned those..." Luo Qianqian smiled helplessly; she learned casually before, who knew it would be this useful?

"Is that possible?" Lin Jiayou was taken aback. Arranging people on rooftops? This... truly was a proposal that made him see her in a new light!

"Let’s go ask and see if it’s feasible. Don’t worry, if all else fails, we can play a recording of a few trumpets." Luo Qianqian was also feeling helpless; it’s hard to affirm anything now.

An Hao, seeing the situation, obediently got off the ground and watched Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu leave.

Lin Jiayou squatted down and rubbed An Hao’s head. "You, don’t wear out your sister. A little man should walk on his own; why always have your sister carrying you?"

An Hao looked at Lin Jiayou, slapped Lin Jiayou’s hand away, and rubbed his own hair in annoyance. "My sister styled it nicely, don’t mess it up." Then, he looked seriously at Lin Jiayou. "Don’t trouble sister with helping either, handle it yourself; sister is very tired." After finishing, he looked straight at Lin Jiayou.

Lin Jiayou was momentarily speechless, this little rascal...

He, he really doesn’t have any other option?

He was speechless, defeated by a little rascal, who was incidentally his younger brother.

"You’re really not cute..." He sulked and left. Clearly, conversing with a brother or son, he truly isn’t capable; kids might just be his nemesis!

An Hao stuck his tongue out at Lin Jiayou’s departing back. "You’re the uncute one, getting married and still troubling your sister, aren’t you afraid your wife will be jealous!"

Even if Lin Jiayou heard this, he wouldn’t refute it, let alone that he didn’t hear it...

Having not slept a wink due to the marriage, now he has to think? His brain is like mush, how to ponder?

Thankfully, although the class Luo Qianqian is in is reputed as the worst class with even backdoor entries, it can’t be denied that everyone has some talent. Once He Wenyu spoke, they immediately agreed to help.

And Mo calmly chose to team with Luo Qianqian. Although he can play the flute, when he took out the guqin, it surprised Luo Qianqian a bit. Is he really a talent?

Because Luo Qianqian is originally from the Forget Worries Tea House, without hesitation, He Wenyu arranged her on the rooftop of the tea house.

One red, one black, and it oddly harmonizes.

An Zilan looked up at the two on the rooftop, smiling while leaning against Lin Xu. "Looking at them like this, it truly feels like our daughter has grown and become reliable." Actually, they hadn’t failed to find a band, it’s just that this concept was essentially nonexistent now, leaving them no alternatives. Who knew that as the time approached, these kids could come up with such a solution.

He Wenyu also found a spot where everyone could see, holding a small red flag. When she raises the flag, it indicates preparation, waving it signals attention, and dropping it means beginning.

Watching Cong Ying enter the bridal sedan chair, Lin Jiayou mounted the horse, and Luo Yanhai opened the pathway fifty meters ahead. Luo Qianqian raised her green flag in hand.

Seeing this from Luo Qianqian’s side, He Wenyu promptly raised her red flag, and as it dropped, a unified melody began to resound throughout the entire route.

Phoenix Seeking Phoenix.

At this moment, nothing is more fitting than this, especially... Luo Qianqian can’t presume this group knows Wedding March or something like Today You Must Marry Me, right? So this is the most suitable.

Next to him stood a pretty girl in red, Mo smiled as well. Although they are performing for others, at this moment, he was enjoying himself too.

Thanks to all the performers being cultivators, otherwise it would be a question worth exploring whether they could last till now.

"Wow, you play the guqin so well too." As the bridal sedan chair finally returned to the Forget Worries Tea House and the music gently ended, Luo Qianqian sat by the eaves and looked at Mo with curiosity.

"I know quite a bit." Mo was indifferent to Luo Qianqian looking at him with such eyes, responded calmly, though his ears were a bit red...

"Not modest at all. What else can you do?" Luo Qianqian asked curiously, since the others hadn’t returned yet, they didn’t need to go down just yet.

"Not telling you, you’ll have to find out slowly." Mo laughed as he put away his guqin. "As long as I don’t tell you, discovering it will be a surprise, right?"

Luo Qianqian thought about it and nodded. "True, I must jot it down in my little notebook. Give me the pen and notebook." Luo Qianqian naturally extended her hand; she knew clearly what he has.

Mainly because it’s inconvenient to take it out with so many people.

Mo calmly took it out and handed it to Luo Qianqian. "Maybe it’ll become a classic, so I must keep it well."

Luo Qianqian burst out laughing. "First day and already so thick-faced."

"I think it’s fine, is it really thick?" Mo asked in all seriousness.

"Haha..." Luo Qianqian picked up the pen and wrote down several words: Mo’s Guide to Developing Thick Skin...

Mo: "..." Can he take back those words? Even if the title becomes a classic, he doesn’t want it...

Really doesn’t want it...