Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Hearing this, Song Ci felt both funny and distressed, "Then I'll give you a taste of mine later."

"it is 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, 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 was a world-renowned pianist coming to perform tonight. Han Zhan bought a ticket in advance, led Song Ci into the hall, and found his seat to sit down.

The place was full and the atmosphere was great.

After being seated, Song Ci sorted out 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, "The last time I came back, I sat in the first row. At that time, my teacher was standing on the stage."

It was ten years ago, and when I think about it, Song Ci still has a deep memory. She said: "The teacher was the most eye-catching and dazzling man in the audience that day, and the audience under the stage were all impressed by his piano skills. My teacher is the most wonderful musician I have ever met."

Speaking of Shen Yubei, Song Ci's expression was a little lonely. She missed her teacher a little, but she didn't have the face to see him.

Han Zhan pinned a strand of Song Ci's broken hair behind her ear. Before the performance started, he couldn't help kissing Song Ci's profile. 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, who is shining brightly on the stage."

Song Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She couldn't help licking her lips, her heart beating a little. "Do you really think there will be that day?"

"Of course." Han Zhan's firm expression made Song Ci feel a power.

She squeezed her clutch tightly, her eyes down and she didn't know what to write.

The show started, everyone quieted down and concentrated on the music. After the performance, the audience left. As soon as Song Ci stood up, she heard Han Zhan say, "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me."

"it is good."

Song Ci waited for a while, and after 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 appears 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 through the entire golden hall through the microphone——

"Next, we invite young violinist Song Ci to bring us the finale performance!"

This is Han Zhan's voice.

Hearing this voice, Song Ci turned around in amazement and saw Han Zhan walking out of the backstage.

Han Zhan was holding a violin in his left hand and a bow in his right hand. He paced to Song Ci and shoved the violin into her hand solemnly. "Suddenly brought your violin from China without permission."

This is not the violin that Yan Jiang gave to Song Ci before, but the violin that was engraved with the word "porcelain treasure" by Han Zhan. Song Ci felt that this scene was a bit absurd, but her heart overflowed with emotion.

She ruffled her hair at a loss, and said with a blushing face, "Brother Han, don't make trouble, not everyone can get on this stage, me."

A forefinger 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 faithful listener."

Song Ci laughed.

Han Zhan urged her: "Go up, I bought you a chance to perform on stage, you can't waste it." It's precious.

Song Ci was no longer pretentious, she walked to the stage with her violin.

There was only one Han Zhan in the huge audience, but Song Ci felt like he was being listened to by the whole world. She closed her eyes slightly, raised her violin bow, and played a piece of violin music that Han Zhan had never heard before.

The sound of the violin spread throughout the entire golden hall, and when they heard the sobbing sound, the staff behind the scenes in 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 around their arms, all quietly listening to Song Ci's performance.

After working in the Golden Hall for many years, under the influence of ears and eyes, even the illiterate have been cultivated with a good taste in music. They had never heard this song played by Song Cila, but they were all amazed.

Music has a soul.

From Song Ci's sad tone, they heard a soul screaming. A man with a full beard suddenly rubbed his eyes with his hands, and he was empathized by Song Ci's piano sound.

Song Ci closed her eyes the whole time, not knowing the reaction of the audience off the court.

Her pretty face was originally sad and quiet, but the next second, her beautiful red lips suddenly evoked a brilliant smile. And the sound of the piano from her bow began to become like a spring breeze.

Like a ray of light penetrating into the darkness, hope is born in the soul of despair.

The sound of the violin became more and more diligent, more lively and full, and at a certain moment, Song Ci suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, she spun the violin in her arms, and her wavy curls swayed in the air to a provocative extent.

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 his body, and suddenly he could understand the essence of the saying "God rewards food".

His porcelain treasures are people who are rewarded by God for food.

After pulling the last rhythm, Song Ci's swaying body stood still. She closed her eyes again and slowly calmed her pounding heartbeat. When the excited heart finally calmed down, Song Ci put down the bow and opened her eyes.

Song Ci was a little surprised when he saw more than 20 strange foreigners pouring out behind Han Zhan at an unknown time.

She blushed silently, a little helpless.

"Girl, you're a genius!" someone whistled at her and gave her a thumbs up.

The applause sounded at the same time, Song Ci lost his mind for a short time, and then grinned to reveal a bright and pure smile. She bowed and said thank you in German.

Someone asked her: "Is this your own work? What's it called?"

Song Ci couldn't understand German and 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 you created 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?" They had to ask Han Zhan to translate because they couldn't understand Chinese.

Han Zhan returned to his senses, he couldn't control the corners of his lips that he wanted to raise, 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 piece, but he said the word Zhan as Jane.

Han Zhan shook his head slightly, pointed his finger at himself, and explained, "Zhan, my name."

"Cool!" Now everyone understands.