Hearing this, Song Ci felt both funny and heartbroken, "Then I'll give you some of mine later."
"good."
Han Zhan is not interested in wine, but he also opened a bottle of red wine. He likes to see Song Ci's elegant wine tasting. The bottle of wine was not finished in the end, and was brought back to the hotel by Song Ci.
After returning to the hotel and changing their dresses, the two set off to watch the performance in the Golden Hall.
There is a world-renowned pianist to perform tonight. Han Zhan bought tickets in advance, led Song Ci into the hall, and found his own seat to sit down.
The venue was full of seats and the atmosphere was good.
After sitting down, Song Ci tidied up the skirts scattered around her legs. She raised her head, looked at the front row, tilted her head and whispered in Han Zhan's ear: "When I came back last time, I sat in the first row. At that time, my teacher was standing on the stage."
That was ten years ago, and Song Ci still remembers it deeply. She said: "The teacher was the most eye-catching man in the audience that day, and the audience in the audience were all impressed by his piano skills. My teacher is the most wonderful musician I have ever seen."
Speaking of Shen Yubei, Song Ci's expression was a little lonely. She missed her teacher a little, but she was ashamed to see him.
Han Zhan pinned a strand of Song Ci's hair that was hanging at the end of her eyes behind her ear. Before the performance started, he couldn't help but kissed Song Ci's side face. Song Ci touched the tip of his nose and heard him say: "Next time I come back, I will sit in the first row and look up at you on the stage under the stars."
Song Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She couldn't help but licked her lips, her heart beating a little violently. "Do you really think that there will be a day?"
"Of course." Han Zhan's firm expression made Song Ci feel a force.
She held the clutch bag tightly, and she didn't know what to write with her eyes downcast.
When the performance started, everyone quieted down and concentrated on tasting the music. After the performance, the audience left their seats one after another. As soon as Song Ci stood up, she heard Han Zhan say, "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me."
"good."
Song Ci waited for a while, and when all the audience had left, she hadn't waited for Han Zhan to come back.
Standing alone in a concert hall in a foreign country, Song Ci seems small and lonely.
Why isn't Han Zhan here yet
Song Ci was a little uneasy.
She found her mobile phone and was about to call Han Zhan when all the lights on the stage suddenly turned on.
A male voice spread throughout the golden hall through the microphone—
"Next, please invite the young violinist Song Ci to give us the grand finale performance!"
This is Han Zhan's voice.
Hearing this voice, Song Ci turned around in astonishment, and saw Han Zhan coming out from the backstage.
Han Zhan is holding a violin in his left hand and a bow in his right hand. He paced up to Song Ci, and solemnly thrust the violin into her hand. "I secretly brought your violin from China without permission."
This is not the violin that Yan Jiang gave Song Ci before, but the violin that Han Zhan engraved the word 'Porcelain Treasure' on. Song Ci felt that this scene was absurd, but her heart was filled with waves of emotion.
She brushed her hair a little helplessly, and said with a blushing face, "Brother Han, don't make trouble, not everyone can be on this stage, I"
An index finger suddenly stood in front of Song Ci's mouth, blocking her chattering words.
Song Ci pursed her lips, looked up at Han Zhan, and heard Han Zhan say: "What does it matter, no matter what, I will always be your loyal listener."
Song Ci laughed.
Han Zhan urged her: "Go up, I bought you a chance to perform on stage, don't let it go to waste." It's precious.
Song Ci stopped being pretentious, she walked to the stage with the violin in her hand.
There was only one Han Zhan in the huge auditorium, but Song Ci felt like he was being listened to by the whole world. She closed her eyes slightly, picked up the bow, and played a piece of violin music that Han Zhan had never heard before.
The sound of the violin spread throughout the golden hall. Hearing the weeping sound of the piano, the behind-the-scenes staff of the golden hall stopped what they were doing and walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.
They either leaned against the seats or stood with their arms crossed, listening to Song Ci's performance quietly.
After working in the Golden Hall for many years, under the influence of ears and eyes, even an illiterate person has been trained to have a good taste in music. They had never heard the song Song Cila played before, but they were all amazed.
Music has a soul.
From Song Ci's sad tone, they heard a soul screaming. A bearded man suddenly rubbed his eyes with his hands, he was sympathized by Song Ci's piano sound.
Song Ci kept her eyes closed the whole time, not knowing the audience's reaction off the court.
Her pretty face was originally sad and quiet, but in the next second, her beautiful red lips suddenly evoked a romantic smile. And the sound of the piano from under her bow also began to feel like a spring breeze.
Like a glimmer of light in the darkness, hope is born in a desperate soul.
The sound of the violin became more and more diligent, and more and more lively and full. At a certain moment, Song Ci suddenly opened her beautiful eyes. She was holding the violin and twirling, her big wavy hair swaying in the air in a seductive way.
She was completely immersed in her own performance, and entered another mysterious independent world.
Han Zhan stared blankly at Song Ci who was glowing all over, and suddenly he could understand the essence of the saying "God rewards food".
His porcelain treasures are people who are rewarded by God to eat.
After finishing the last rhythm, Song Ci's swaying body stood still. She closed her eyes again, and slowly calmed down her beating heart. When the excited heart finally calmed down, Song Ci put down the bow and opened his eyes.
Song Ci was a little surprised when he saw more than 20 strange foreigners pouring out behind Han Zhan.
She blushed silently, a little helpless.
"Girl, you're a genius!" Someone whistled at her and gave her a thumbs up.
The applause rang out at the same time, and Song Ci lost his focus for a short while before grinning with a romantic and pure smile. She bowed and said thank you in German.
Someone asked her: "Is this your own work? What is it called?"
Song Ci couldn't understand German, so she looked at Han Zhan for help. Han Zhan translated the man's question into Chinese and told Song Ci: "He asked you, is this a work created by yourself, and what is the name of the work?"
Song Ci replied to the man in Chinese: "This is a work I improvised just now, and I named it Zhan."
Han Zhan was taken aback.
Someone pushed Han Zhan, "Sir, what did she just say?" Those who couldn't understand Chinese had to ask Han Zhan to translate.
Han Zhan regained consciousness, he couldn't control the corners of his lips that wanted to rise, and replied: "This is an improvised work by my wife. She said that the work is called "Zhan"." Zhan is pronounced in Chinese.
The other party's eyes became extremely incomprehensible. "Jane?" The man tried to say the name of the song, but he said Zhan as Jane.
Han Zhan shook his head slightly, pointed to himself, and explained, "Zhan, my name."
"Cool!" Now everyone understood.
(end of this chapter)