In two hours, the banquet will begin.
Zhang Qingrui is busy greeting some guests who arrived early.
Gu Yue Zhai may only be a well-known place in the antique world, but another industry belonging to the Zhang family is a place that most rich people have to give way to.
"Miss, people from the Zhong family are here."
Shi Shijie reminded softly beside Zhang Qingrui at this moment.
Zhang Qingrui nodded: "Uncle Shijie, please help me greet other guests here. I will pick up the Zhong family in person."
Shi Shijie suddenly said: "Miss, the old lady said that if Mrs. Zhong comes, she will take her there."
Zhang Qingrui was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, Shi Shi left. Miss Zhang, who is wearing a dress today, looks lightly, but she is a white lotus among the many colorful flowers in the banquet venue.
"Oh, isn't this President Shi? Long time no see!"
Suddenly someone behind him called Shi Shijie's name. He turned around, immediately put on a smiling face, looked at the person and said, "Mr. Wu, really long time no see."
Wu Qiubin, who arrived, asked the secretary beside him to hand in the congratulatory gift, and then he chatted with Shi Shijie. Wu Qiubin glanced at the guest's registration form, and suddenly said: "Mr. Shi, we have known each other for more than ten years. Mrs. Zhang always likes to be quiet. Although it is a big birthday this time...but so many people with backgrounds have been invited all at once. , man, can you tell me, does the old lady have other meanings?"
Shi Shijie said calmly: "The old lady does have some arrangements. But I will keep it a secret for now, and Mr. Wu will know about it later."
"Alright then! I'll wait and see what will happen." Wu Qiubin smiled, "You go ahead, I'll find someone."
"Go slowly."
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"Turn off your phones."
Fang Ruchang ordered in the band's special rest room. The performance of the orchestra, especially the performance of this kind of classical music, requires very rigorous preparation.
Temporarily cutting off the contact with the outside world, allowing the members to calm down and cultivate their emotions during the performance is naturally also a very important part.
Fang Ruchang walked up to the haggard Fang Jiping at this time, sat down, and said calmly: "There are people with heads and faces outside, and your face doesn't give people a good impression."
Fang Jiping reluctantly put on a smile.
Fang Ruchang said: "Listen, ten years of hard work offstage and ten minutes on stage. No matter how good you were in the past, if you fail once on the stage of performance, all previous efforts will be wasted. You can be confused or irritable. , but when you pick up the violin, you are nothing but a violinist."
Fang Jiping took a deep breath, patted the back of Fang Ruchang's hand and said, "Dad, don't worry, I know what to do."
With his head down, he applied rosin to the bow of the violin, bit by bit very carefully.
Since I left again because of money... there is nothing to worry about.
Fang Jiping began to adjust his emotions. He turned off his phone, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about anything.
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"Tiger Baby... Tiger Baby..."
Xiaoman woke up suddenly, but all she saw was the aunt lying on the hospital bed talking in her sleep.
She hammered her shoulder and stayed in the hospital for a day and a night. The doctor said that the aunt's physical condition was very poor, and she had accumulated a lot of problems over the years, and she also had tuberculosis.
Xiaoman didn't find anything useful in the cloth bag that the aunt was clutching tightly even if she was drowning. Even the ID card was expired in one generation and could no longer be used.
She just knew that this aunt's name was Yang Ping. However, she found some leaflets in the bag. The leaflet she got from the little brother who posted the leaflets downstairs.
Is it fate
Xiaoman thought interestingly that she did not expect that she would run into this aunt who was looking for her son when she fell.
In twenty years, I have traveled to most of the country.
Xiaoman subconsciously grabbed the aunt's palm. There was an injury here, and the doctor said it was a new injury, but the bones of the fingers were all burst. Xiaoman really couldn't figure out how to get these injuries out.
"Mother, you will definitely find your baby tiger." Xiaoman said softly.
As if hearing Xiaoman's voice, the aunt on the hospital bed stopped talking in her dream. Xiaoman stretched out her hand and pressed the aunt's forehead, she couldn't help but said happily: "It seems that the fever has subsided!"
I feel better all of a sudden!
Xiaoman looked at the time subconsciously, and thought of calling her boyfriend, the phone you dialed has been turned off.
Before the performance, many performers will be like this, and Xiaoman has seen a lot of them when working in the theater... It's just somewhat depressed.
After stretching, Xiaoman began to scroll through her circle of friends boredly.
Weird public number.
"Hey, did I add this official account?" Curious Xiaoman looked at the dynamics of this official account.
In the circle of friends, rumors spread that the middle-aged scum abused the homeless lady.
Xiaoman subconsciously opened the video... probably by the river.
"Where is your son!"
"Tiger baby, tiger baby, mother is here to save you!"
Xiaoman opened her mouth all of a sudden, and she watched the scenes in the video with anger... She didn't know how the video was shot, but it was so clear! She was so clear that she could clearly see the appearance of the middle-aged man and the homeless lady inside!
The aunt here is clearly the aunt lying on the hospital bed!
But the most important thing is that Xiaoman also recognized the middle-aged man in the video, she was a little panicked and couldn't believe it, "This... this seems to be Ji Ping's father?"
This river view... She has seen it before. That was the place where Fang Jiping once walked with her.
"this… "
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He looked up at the towering hotel.
Luo Qiu couldn't help frowning...he could clearly feel the aura of the black soul envoy here, and it was the black soul No. 9 he had already seen.
Luo Qiu knew that this was the venue for the Zhang family's old lady's birthday banquet, and had been here quietly a few times before to observe Fang Jiping, but he didn't sense the presence of No. 9.
Luo Qiu sat down in a quiet place in the lobby of the hotel by himself... Of course no one would notice who was here.
Not long after, a wisp of black smoke rose from Luo Qiu's side, and no one could see it.
"Black Soul No. 9, I have met the master."
Hearing the voice of Black Soul No. 9, Luo Qiu raised his head, suddenly smiled and said, "A few days ago, I was going to visit you, but something delayed me, so I didn't expect to be here bump into you."
"The subordinate didn't expect to meet the master here." Black Soul No. 9 said calmly.
Luo Qiu asked curiously: "Are you here, are you following the new benefactor?"
Black Soul No. 9 was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Master, may I ask if the achievements I have accumulated over the years are enough for me to get back my lost memories?"
Luo Qiu didn't speak at this moment, but just looked ahead, at the young lady of the Zhang family who walked out of the elevator, and walked to the lobby.
At this time, a few people walked in the hotel.
Zhong Luochen supported Old Mr. Zhong, Cheng Yun followed behind him, and Old Mr. Zhong was accompanied by Lao Luo for decades.
Luo Qiu suddenly looked at Black Soul No. 9, and said indifferently: "You want to regain the memory before becoming the Black Soul Emissary, why?" (.)