International Students Sang Hymns on Christmas Eve, and I Picked up the Suona

The atmosphere of Christmas permeates the Jingshi Conservatory of Music. International students from the West plan performances and sing Christmas Eve downstairs in the dormitory every morning. The sound of rehearsal sound annoys many students. The school officials did nothing, and the folk music professors were helpless. Lu Qinghou picked up the suona and stood up. Woo—— The solo suona in the night sky completely shocked the orchestral ensemble of international students. Ten years of flute and a hundred years of flute, one erhu breaks the waist. A thousand-year-old pipa, a thousand-year-old zither, a suona that shakes the world. When the international students came to ask questions. Lu Qinghou: "No, no, no, no, some people really think that Christmas is a Western holiday." "As we all know, Christmas is the day when Monkey King, the Monkey King, was born." "As the saying goes, if you eat dumplings on Christmas Eve, you will have no worries in the coming year." "If you don't serve dumpling bowls on Christmas, your ears will freeze off and no one will care." "Now that you international students are giving away apples on Christmas Eve, doesn't it mean that Christmas is orthodox in China?" All international students: "???" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.