Su Qi's seat box is on the third floor, right in the center of the stage.
Walking in that position, you can watch the performance on the stage from a high position, which is a VIP among VIPs. It is also the most expensive and high-end location of the entire music hall.
It is said that those seats were given out by the performers to some very demanding people from the beginning. When Fang Yan asked for tickets, Lu Chaoge could get the VIP box on the second floor because of his relationship with Huacheng.
The box Su Qi was in also had a four-person box, but she was the only one who came to watch the concert.
It can be seen that Su Qi carefully dressed up for that concert.
She took off the sky blue uniform of Suzaku Middle School and put on a red long skirt with a floral texture, light blue deep-waisted canvas shoes, and a small flower hat on her head, which made her look delicate and fashionable.
There are no too cumbersome decorations, nor too heavy makeup. Because she knows better than anyone else that a girl's most powerful weapon is her youth.
A girl's feelings are always poetic, and she is at the age of poetry.
Suki walked to her seat and waited patiently, until the concert started but the man still didn't show up.
She wanted to call Fang Yan to ask, but found that there was no phone number for that man at all.
"Do you like it?" Su Qi held her chin and thought. "You actually like a security guard in the school?"
Could she please let her classmates or her best friends know about something like that? They would definitely laugh at her, right
Or not, who cares
Wrong, he said that what he was doing had been done by someone before, and that he had more courage than her - who was that girl? Also a student
What a charming and charming uncle!
Bang------
The box door was pushed open forcefully.
Su Qi's heart skipped a beat and she turned around with surprise on her face.
Then, the smile on his face solidified.
A bald man in a navy suit stood sweating profusely at the door, looking at the girl who kept apologizing, and said: "It's not my fault, it's not my fault, because there is an Aracenia concert tomorrow morning, so there is too much traffic there." ----When he arrived, he couldn't find a parking place, so he drove around the music hall several times, and finally parked in front of a store on the wrong side of the road------"
Su Qi didn't hear clearly what the bald man was saying. She was only concerned about one question: "How can you deny me?"
"Just him." The bald man looked at the girl doubtfully and said seriously.
"Why deny me?"
"Why not deny him?"
"What about him?"
"Oh, did I say Fang Yan? He is not free."
"He's not free." Su Qi's heart suddenly hurt.
He doesn't have time. Does that reason really hurt people's self-esteem
The bald man walked carelessly to Su Qi's side and said, "Girl, I don't want to be sad. Fang Yan went there very well. When he got back, he wanted to cook for the old principal ----- I just want to find someone." Will you accompany me to watch the concert? The same goes for him accompanying me. Like me, he is also a die-hard fan of Arisaema."
The bald man's legs were waving in the air, shouting out the fan club slogan of Arisaema: "Stars, stars, they are cruel to me, stars, stars, they will always be together. Yeah!"
"---------"
"If he brags to me about his ability to appreciate classical music, he can throw Fang Yan off several streets ------"
"It's different." Suki said.
"What's different?"
"I'm not good-looking."
"---------" The bald man opened his mouth again and again, not knowing how to refute.
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In the private room on the second floor, such a tragedy happened.
"Is it really the best?" A gloomy man's voice sounded. "There is no beauty in the world, no beauty can be pleasing to the eye. The beauty of the country and the city is astonishing to the people of the East. It is not a twin, it is better than a twin. Liang Dachang, leave his happy life to me."
"Master Fu, it's a trivial matter. I came all the way, and Huacheng has nothing to offer except some cheap seafood. It just so happens that those two girls are also Huacheng's specialties - I took the trouble to help them identify whether they taste delicious. ?”
"Haha, it's easy to talk about. He is not willing to pay for that thought." Mr. Fu smiled heartily and said: "Dachang is good, he values love and righteousness. From now on, he will be Fu Lei's good brother."
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Fang Yan's good mood disappeared.
With a little force, he grabbed a piece of wood from the wooden railing in front of him and threw it in the direction of the sound coming from the box next door.
"ah-----"
Someone screamed.
"Who hit him? Who the hell hit him?" someone yelled angrily. Is it the pimp Liang Dachang who wants to introduce Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin to Mr. Fu
"Master Liang, what's wrong with me? What happened?"
"Blood——Mr. Liang, my head is bleeding——"
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There was chaos in the box next door.
"Damn it, search him, search him row by row--please see who dares to make mistakes with me--" Liang Dachang called Han Xuan hysterically.
"Dachang, don't ask for impulsiveness. There are many people there, don't ask for making things big-----" Fu Shao said consolingly. "If things get too big, nothing can be done-----"
Liang Dachang seemed to be extremely afraid of Mr. Fu. Although he was still swearing, he could temporarily suppress his anger. He also knew that if he had people search them row by row, he would probably offend all the guests in the VIP boxes on the second and third floors. There was too much noise at that time, and the concert would be messed up by myself.
When the eyes of everyone in the room are all fixed on him, don't you feel afraid? There is no need for you and your old man to be in the headlines, right
"What a damn bad luck." Liang Dachang cursed bitterly. "Please let him know which grandson did it. He must skin him-----"
A cold murderous intent appeared in Fang Yan's eyes. If the concert was not carried out normally, the piece of wood would have disabled the person or directly cracked the person's skull and killed him.
If I don't show mercy, do I think I have a good chance of opening my mouth and shutting up
That attack was just a small punishment.
I have to say that this was a high-level concert.
Fang Yan heard classical music played by one of the Seven Music Idiots of China at the Maple Leaf Club. The kind of music that can arouse people's emotions with every breath and create endless associations in people's minds. With the music comes joy and sadness. Deeply in love, tears stream down my face.
With Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin's attainments and cultivation at this time, there is no way they can compare with Le Chi.
They are too young and have too little experience to perform the silent and touching movement of great tragedy. But if they find another way, since they can't perform sadness and joy, it has nothing to do with sadness, so they can just convey happiness.
Whether or not, in their music, I can feel the wind singing, I can witness the snowflakes flying, and I can experience the magical process of plum trees growing jointly and plum blossoms blooming quietly.
They are two little fairies from the east of heaven, chasing and playing in the snowflakes, happy and carefree, with pure joy and refreshing laughter spreading along the way. I don’t need to think too much, and I don’t need to do anything more. I just need to enjoy and laugh with them.
This is not the feeling Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin brought to the audience, nor the feeling they brought to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan wonders whether their choice back then was correct and whether their efforts were worth it. He likes that kind of music, and China also needs that kind of music.