"Boom——" A thunder exploded in the sky, accompanied by a bolt of lightning, which illuminated the already darkening sky.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy rain poured down like a flash flood that burst the embankment in an instant.

Under the eaves, Cui Ning looked at the rain curtain outside and frowned.

The sky was filled with sunset just now, but in the blink of an eye, why...

His scalp hardened, he rushed into the rain.

He didn't dare to delay asking him to prepare the carriage.

"Go and prepare an umbrella." Zhong Li also left the study and walked to the corridor on one side.

…

At the same time, there was a completely different scene in another place.

Standing in the rain on the road like a drowned rat, looking at the specialized materials on the ground in front of my feet, I was a little dumbfounded.

It took a while before I woke up. I quickly covered my face with my hands, feeling panicked.

The heavy rain fell at any time, and she had no time to escape.

The specialized material on the face was glued with alcohol glue. How could it withstand such washing and fall off in a flash?

The moment she fell, her mind buzzed and she felt it was over.

Because the cover of the script emphasized to her that she must live as the original protagonist Qing Ning.

The special makeup on her face has fallen off, and she is herself. The consequences will be serious, right?

He quickly picked up the special material on the ground and prepared to stick it on his face, but the material was wet and his face was covered with rainwater, making it impossible to stick it on.

The rain was still falling, pouring down, making her unable to open her eyes.

I had no choice but to run to the nearest house, hoping to take shelter under the eaves of someone else's door.

When she ran over, she was pleasantly surprised to find that this was Dou's Music House.

The door of the music studio was not closed, and a woman was closing her umbrella in the corridor of the inner courtyard. As soon as Xiang Qingning ran under the eaves of the door, the other party saw her and held up another oil-paper umbrella and walked over.

"Is something wrong, girl?"

Qing Ning was so sweaty that she didn't even have time to apply the special effects makeup on her face.

He quickly put it into his sleeves and said politely to the other party: "I'm looking for Miss Dou. I have something to trouble her with."

"What's the matter?" the other party asked.

"I have a flute song and I would like her help to write it down."

The woman then raised the umbrella in her hand towards her: "Come with me."

"Good work."

The two of them shared an umbrella and walked inside. There was the sound of strings of silk and bamboo, and the melodious sound of the piano. It seemed that people from the band were practicing.

The woman took her to an elegant hall and asked her to wait.

After a while, a young woman dressed in plain clothes, with plain eyebrows and a very elegant temperament walked in.

"I heard that you asked me to listen to music and write music?"

If you ask this question, there is no doubt that it is Miss Dou.

Qing Ning bowed politely to the other party, "Yes."

"Is it the flute? Are you playing?" Dou Jiujiu raised her hand to indicate for her to sit down, and pointed to the wall behind her, "The brocade towel hanging there is clean. Please wipe it. If it gets wet like this, be careful of typhoid fever."

"Thank you Miss Dou for your concern, I'm fine."

It was going to be dark soon. She had to get things done quickly and return home quickly.

Seeing what she said, Dou Jiujiu didn't force herself. She walked to the desk and sat down. She gently rolled up her sleeves, dipped her pen in ink, and motioned to her: "Let's get started."

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring my flute. Can I borrow one from the girl?"

"Of course you can," Dou Jiujiu agreed readily, pointing to a cabinet next to her with the holder of the brush in her hand: "There is a flute in it."

"Thank you."
Chapter completed!