Whenever I think of her dark years, I feel that the suffering I am going through now is not worth mentioning.
He deserves it.
"Well, let's rehearse it."
The piano is paired with the guqin as the violin is paired with the pipa.
The instruments they practiced were also a perfect match. When the two of them were sitting backstage rehearsing, Zhuang Yan felt in a trance that they were Boya and Ziqi. Everything in the world had stopped, and only he and Wen Qiao were together.
Fu Nanli was a little annoyed by the glaring at Shang Fan on the side, so he thought of going backstage to find Wen Qiao first.
When he got backstage and saw that scene, he was really furious.
His Qiao'er was sitting opposite the boy she once liked. The boy's eyes were too burning, and Qiao'er would occasionally glance at the boy.
They were so well matched, so well matched that it made him feel uneasy.
It was her performance, a performance that she valued very much. He was an adult and his girlfriend had her own career. He would not recklessly go up to her and make a fuss to ask her to cancel the performance.
Adults should be calm and rational. Even when they are jealous, they should control their emotions. They should not lose their sense of proportion and should be more decent and elegant.
When Lu Youyou came back from outside, she saw only the melancholy and sad back of Mr. Fu.
Her heart skipped a beat and she ran after him, seeing Fu Shao smoking in the small garden behind the theater, with one hand in his pocket and tapping the ash from the cigarette between his fingers with his right hand.
Lu Youyou felt so guilty that she didn't dare to step forward. The performance was about to begin, so she decided to wait until the performance was over before apologizing to Mr. Fu.
Fu Nanli stood in the garden, his thoughts in a mess, but one thing was clear: 'If Wen Qiao's illness is cured, she will die if she leaves him. If Wen Qiao's illness is cured, she will definitely leave him.'
He selfishly didn't want to check her up, didn't want her illness to get better, even if it was out of necessity, as long as she could stay with him, it was enough.
When Wen Qiao went on stage to perform, he glanced at the side curtain of the stage and only saw Shang Fan.
Not seeing Fu Nanli, she looked around. The lights in the concert hall went out one by one. After looking around, she still didn't see Fu Nanli, so Wen Qiao felt uneasy.
Halfway through the performance, the side curtain swayed slightly. Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye and saw that Fu Nanli had returned.
The light was dim and she couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could tell that he seemed unhappy.
The performance went smoothly.
This was her first time working together with Zhuang Yan on stage, but they felt a sense of harmony between their souls.
Fu Nanli's father was also a musician. He had an instinctive understanding of music. He could hear that the two people had a great resonance in music and fit together perfectly.
His knuckles turned white from his clenching, and his eyes were filled with nameless anger.
I don't know who to be angry with.
This anger was too inexplicable, and he knew it himself.
His love affair was based on a huge lie, like a castle in the air, like a mirage, which would shatter at the slightest touch.
Very unreliable.
The applause from the audience, louder and louder, would constantly pull him back to real life from his distracted thoughts. Every round of applause reminded him that those two children were a perfect match.
Afterwards, he could no longer remember what songs Wen Qiao and the others performed. He was in a daze for that hour and a half.
It was not until thunderous applause broke out and Wen Qiao walked towards him with a pipa and put her arms around his waist in front of many people that his consciousness fell back to the ground.
Zhuang Yan's envious and jealous eyes behind her finally gave his distant heart a moment of comfort.
(End of this chapter)