Elgar, Loving Homage.
The gentle and moving violin sounded, and it was Fang Jiping's solo part. This is already the last day of practice, and after that is the official performance at the banquet.
Fang Ruchang was quite satisfied listening to Fang Jiping's playing. He knew better than anyone else the son's hard work on the violin over the years.
At the end of the song, there was a soft applause suddenly. Fang Ruchang followed the sound and saw a man of the same age as him, coming with a smile on his face.
Fang Jiping also put down the instrument at this moment, and walked in front of the two. He nodded towards Fang Ruchang, then looked at the other man, and said a little cautiously: "Uncle, you are here too."
"Relax." The man smiled, "Ms. Zhang also invited your grandfather to her birthday banquet. But he is still abroad and probably won't be able to come back, so let me attend on his behalf. I looked at the program list of the banquet, and I know There's your performance, so come and see your rehearsal."
Fang Ruchang suddenly asked at this time: "Dad, is he still abroad? How is his health recently?"
The man's surname is Wu, his name is Wu Qiubin, and his family has a shipping business. At this time, he heard Fang Ruchang's question, and said a little coldly: "It's okay recently, just a little problem."
"Pay more attention to rest." Fang Ruchang said with a smile: "By the way, I met an old Chinese doctor a while ago, and I think I can introduce him to Dad..."
"Let's talk." Wu Qiubin responded casually, grabbed Fang Jiping's hand, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's chat. I haven't seen you for almost a year. How are you doing?"
Naturally, there were not only Fang Jiping and Fang Ruchang in the orchestra, but seeing such a scene... the other members naturally didn't say much, and even deliberately pretended that they didn't see it.
Commander Fang was born in a poor family. When he was young, he seemed to be in love with a young lady from the Wu family. Naturally, the Wu family refused. So the young conductor eloped with Miss Qianjin. I heard that within a few years, the eldest daughter of the Wu family fell ill and died, leaving behind Fang Ruchang and Fang Jiping, father and son.
Perhaps it was because of guilt that the Wu family accepted Fang Ruchang again... Of course, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was probably Miss Wu's posthumous son who was accepted.
Later, with the secret support of the Wu family, Fang Ruchang also got a lot of opportunities, and is now considered a well-known conductor.
It should be said that it is an example of father relying on son.
On the side, Wu Qiubin patted Fang Jiping's palm and said softly, "How have you been recently?"
Fang Jiping glanced at Fang Ruchang out of the corner of his eye, and looked at Wu Qiubin at this moment, still maintaining a cautious voice: "Everything is fine."
Wu Qiubin suddenly said: "Don't worry about your father, you are the child of our Wu family. I heard that you are about to go abroad to participate in the competition, right?"
"Well, it's being prepared now." Fang Jiping said softly.
"Your grandfather has a tough mouth, but a soft heart." Wu Qiubin said kindly: "If you work harder in this competition and get a good ranking, you can stop some people's mouths. Don't worry, my sister is only your son. will make you suffer."
Fang Jiping suddenly didn't dare to look Wu Qiubin directly, so he pretended to nod, "I see."
Wu Qiubin smiled now, looked into Fang Jiping's eyes, and said kindly: "Your eyes are really like your mother."
Fang Jiping couldn't help but smiled wryly and thought to himself: This is probably the reason why his father, Fang Ruchang, was willing to buy him back.
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When returning home at night, Fang Ruchang, who was sitting in the co-pilot, suddenly said, "What did your uncle say to you today?"
Fang Jiping didn't look at Fang Ruusu either, he held the steering wheel carefully, just as he carefully held his own life. He said softly: "It's nothing, just chat with me about family affairs."
"Didn't you mention me?" Fang Ruchang also looked out of the window at this moment, but there was a sense of questioning.
"No." Fang Jiping shook his head and said.
The two were silent for a long time, and when they were about to return to the high-end community, Fang Ruchang looked at the lights of the community in front of the windshield, and said calmly: "Look at this place, these are the things that successful people should have .”
He looked at Fang Jiping, "These things are not easy to come by, you should cherish them well."
Fang Jiping nodded, and didn't continue talking... The lights in the neighborhood in front of him were far from the splendor of the city, but they were something more people yearned for.
When he was about to drive back to the duplex villa where he lived, the slowly moving car stopped suddenly.
Fang Ruchang was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"
Fang Jiping was also puzzled and said: "I don't know, it suddenly went misfired, I'll get out of the car and have a look."
Fang Jiping got out of the car in a hurry, opened the hood of the car, and suddenly a burst of thick smoke came out. Fang Jiping, who was choked by the thick smoke, coughed twice uncomfortably.
He brushed away the smoke in front of him with his hands, turned his head to breathe in the fresh air, but at this moment he saw a figure not far away.
Fang Jiping was taken aback for a moment, staring blankly at the figure leaving in a hurry, and wanted to speak... but couldn't for a while.
Fang Ruchang poked his head out of the car window at this moment, looked at Fang Jiping and said, "What did you see?"
"No... nothing, it should be just a worker in the community." Fang Jiping groaned, and quickly said: "It's strange, this car was just bought last month, and it broke down so quickly. The quality of the things now is really a little bit question."
"Really..." Fang Ruchang opened the car door and walked out, "It's not a few steps away. Put the car here, call the property management and let them handle it."
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Before the security arrived, a person was ushered in front of the broken-down car.
Luo Qiu reached out and patted the headlights of this small car lightly, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I let you carry the pot of poor quality."
But anyway, it's a Nissan car... how many pots can be recited.
Luo Qiu glanced at the lit house not far away, as well as the silently staring figure under the shadow of the tree outside the house, and said to himself: "Let's come here first today."
He stepped back slowly, his figure gradually disappearing in the shadows.
When Luo Qiu returned to the club, he looked at the time, and it was already past dinner time. The maid, whose quiet gaze was like a statue, suddenly stood up full of spirituality.
"Master, do you need to eat?"
Luo Qiu asked, "Is dinner ready?"
"Just warm it up." The maid said with some regret, "I picked some wild bracken outside today, and it's probably not edible right now."
It's a lie to say that it can't be, but You Ye has very high requirements for the food he gets for his master, and he will dislike anything that is not fresh.
Luo Qiu looked at the time, smiled and said: "It's okay, you pack it up, I'll heat it up and eat it myself when I get home. Since I picked it myself outside, it's a waste."
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"have you eaten?"
"Not yet... I'm starving to death, and I'm planning to buy something outside."
Downstairs, Luo Qiu called Ren Ziling because she didn't see any lights in her home downstairs.
"No, I got something to eat, you come back."
"I love you so much! Baby!" came the roaring voice of Deputy Editor-in-Chief Ren, "Currently! Ren Ziling is sprinting towards the warm home at a speed of 130 per hour! Hey, hey...don't hang up! !Depend on!!"
Boss Luo, who silently felt sorry for how many speeding tickets Uncle Ma had to deal with this woman this month, smiled casually and put away the phone.
At this moment, on the side of the road downstairs of the living building, I suddenly saw a woman sitting on a traveling suitcase.
Foreign women... probably in their early thirties
Luo Qiu couldn't see the appearance of the other party clearly, but the foreign woman took off her shoes at this moment and was rubbing her heels.
The foreign woman suddenly raised her head, as if she saw someone passing by, she said in Mandarin, "Sir, I just moved here today and I accidentally sprained it, can you help me up? "
Luo Qiu looked at the building that the foreign woman was pointing at... well, it actually belonged to the same building.
"... Which floor is it?"
"The twelfth floor."
Hmm... upstairs by myself. (.)