Chapter 4906
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Huo Mien nodded. "That might be the case. Go back to touching up your makeup. When it's time, you'll go on stage. Do your best."
Huo Mien patted her daughters' shoulders and left the dressing room.
Little Bean's words reminded her of something.
She really should ask Jiang Xiaowei to take a look.
However, it wasn't medicine. Jiang Xiaowei was a famous psychiatrist in China.
Other than helping people with their mental illnesses, she also had another skill, which was hypnosis.
It was said that hypnosis could awaken something deep in a person's heart, including things that they had forgotten for a long time.
Therefore, Huo Mien thought that after the coming of age ceremony, she should ask Jiang Xiaowei for a private hypnosis session.
She wanted to see if she could find any clues. She wanted to see what was going on with that boy's familiar face.
– 11: 15 PM –
The MC came on stage to liven up the atmosphere. At this time, the lawn in front of South Hill Manor was filled with 7.800 people.
This MC was invited from Jing City. It was said that he was a famous MC and was a top student at Jing City University.
A tall, thin, and handsome boy. His words were humorous and witty. Everyone's appetite was piqued right from the start.
When the auspicious time arrived, he recited an ancient poem before Pudding and Little Bean went on stage.
It was accompanied by the dance of the palace maids in ancient costumes and classical music.
A beautiful voice slowly sounded. "Delicate clouds playing tricks, flying stars passing hatred, the silver river crossing in secret. Golden wind and jade dew meeting, surpass countless things in the world. " Tender as water, the auspicious days are like a dream. Enduring the magpie bridge and returning home. If two people love each other for a long time, how can they be together day and night?
Coincidentally, the author of this poem also had the surname Qin. Speaking of which, he might be an ancestor of the Qin Family.
After reciting the poem, the MC shouted in an impassioned voice, "Next, let us give our warmest applause to today's two protagonists, Qin Zhaozhao and Miss Qin Mumu."
Classical music started playing …
Pudding and Little Bean slowly walked out from the backstage with the help of four maidservants dressed as maids.
Then, they carefully walked up the stairs …
At the back of the crowd, a boy wearing a black baseball cap stood there, looking at Pudding with tender eyes.
Wei Yunchu sneaked in just like that. Jiang Xiaowei helped him get the invitation.
What Wei Liao didn't know was that Wei Liao was sitting in the first row with Rick, Tang Chuan, and Ni Yang.
Pudding and Little Bean followed the Han Dynasty's rite of passage, one after another.
He bowed deeply to his parents and elders, thanking them for their kindness in raising him.
Then, the host said softly, "The rest of the time is reserved for the two leads. They seem to have something to say to the guests."
"Sis, do you want to go first?" Little Bean asked Pudding in a low voice.
"You first," Pudding said calmly.
Little Bean happily took the microphone and spoke from the bottom of her heart … She had written the lines in advance and had memorized them by heart.
Pudding's eyes, however, seemed to be drifting …
When she looked down the stage just now, it was just a casual glance, but she seemed to have seen someone …
Yes, that person was at the back of the crowd. He was wearing an inconspicuous black suit and a hat.
However, that feeling was irreplaceable …
Pudding thought that she was seeing things, so she took a few more glances. However, when she looked again, the person was gone.
"Sis, it's your turn," Little Bean reminded her quietly.
However, Pudding was still looking for that familiar figure …
"Sis, it's your turn to speak." Little Bean stuffed the microphone into Pudding's hand and reminded her, bringing her back to reality.
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