When she was about to get out of the car, she pursed her lips, still hesitating whether to talk to Shen Huaixu.
Shen Huaixu's eyes were locked on her fair face, with her curved eyebrows and red lips slightly parted. He could tell at a glance that she had something on her mind.
"Have something to say?"
"Actually, it's nothing." Jiang Fan struggled in his mind for a while and muttered: "I have a performance at the theater at seven o'clock tomorrow night. If you have time, you can come over and watch."
Then he handed the ticket reserved by Sister Chen Le today to Shen Huaixu, "Of course it's okay if you don't have time. After all, work comes first."
After saying that, Jiang Fan trotted into the hotel like a frightened little rabbit.
Shen Huaixu picked up the ticket in his hand and looked at it carefully.
Guzheng recital?
He almost forgot that his new wife was also a guzheng teacher.
Jiang Fan's temperament and appearance are more elegant and gentle, and the guzheng suits her very well.
Gentle as flowing water, pure and elegant, without competition or competition, but it has its own charm that makes people unable to stop.
Qi Chen: "Well, boss, there is a power-on ceremony tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it there. Then Boss Jiang..." It's not easy to explain.
One side is career, the other side is love, it’s hard to choose either one.
The voice that sounded was still cold and ruthless: "Do you have to worry about me?"
Qi Chen: "..."
If Shen Huaixu could show off even one percent of the tenderness he showed towards Jiang Fan just now, he wouldn't be so "heartbroken."
Too different a treatment!
An hour before the concert, it suddenly started to rain lightly.
Jiang Fan stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the increasing rain, feeling worried.
What a coincidence that it rained.
There is less than an hour left before the performance, and with the weather not being kind, he probably won't come.
Maybe it was because he didn't like the rain, or maybe it was because Shen Huaixu couldn't come, but Jiang Fan's mood was not very high and he was depressed.
never mind.
How could he have time to watch such an important performance if he was so busy with work?
In the dining room for the power-on ceremony, Shen Huaixu raised his hand to check the time from time to time, seeming to be very anxious.
Not long after the dinner started, Shen Huaixu said a simple hello and left.
Not knowing why, Qi Chen ran out in a hurry and chased after him and asked: "Boss, where are you going when it rains so heavily? Is there something wrong with the crew?"
Shen Huaixu did not raise his head, but continued walking forward with his mobile phone: "Private itinerary."
Qi Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll take you there."
Shen Huaixu: "Playing with you."
There's one minute left until the show.
The audience has already entered the venue one after another, and is now waiting for the host's opening remarks.
Since Jiang Fan was on the first show, he was standing next to the pillar behind the scenes, looking towards the audience through the red curtain.
The tickets for this show were the best-selling, and the auditorium was full, except for the first seat on the right hand side of the second floor, which was always empty.
Jiang Fan pursed his lips, and a trace of disappointment flashed through his bright eyes.
He still didn't come.
"Next, let us invite young guzheng player Jiang Fan to give you today's opening song - "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", please." The host's sonorous and powerful voice fell, and warm applause broke out from the audience.
The stage suddenly became dark.
"Zheng - Zheng - Zheng Zheng -"
Along with the sound of guzheng, the lights also turned on.
On the stage, Jiang Fan wore a white dress and her long black hair was tied behind her head, completely integrating her body and mind with the guzheng.
As the last note falls, a heart-pounding piece of music ends.
Although Jiang Fan is young, he has learned guzheng since he was a child, and his professional strength in this area cannot be underestimated, even far surpassing many of his predecessors.
Everyone was impressed by Jiang Fan's superb guzheng skills, and warm applause resounded throughout the theater.
Jiang Fan stood up and bowed to everyone to thank him.
The moment she raised her head, the dazzling lights on the stage blurred her vision for a moment. Suddenly, the moment her vision became clear, she seemed to see Shen Huaixu's face.
Afraid that he might be mistaken, Jiang Fan focused all his attention on that position.
She was not wrong.
It is indeed Shen Huaixu.
He sat in that seat and applauded her.
Their eyes met in the air.
Looking at Jiang Fan staring blankly at him on the stage, Shen Huaixu raised his eyebrows.
The contrast with the sparkling look when I played just now is quite big.
In this circle, he comes into contact with quite a few female artists. No matter how beautiful they are, unless he has no choice but to work, he will just take a look at them.
Jiang Fan is different.
She was so beautiful and magical, like an elf in the forest, that his eyes could not help but stay on her.
The moment he saw Shen Huaixu, Jiang Fan was not only surprised, but his previous depression instantly disappeared, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.
After the next two performances, Jiang Fan was in a very happy mood, and the performances naturally ended smoothly.
When it was over, Shen Huaixu did not go out directly, but stood outside the theater door waiting for Jiang Fan to get off work.
Jiang Fan was afraid that Shen Huaixu would be anxious because he had not taken off the makeup on his face, so he changed his clothes and came out, "I'm ready, let's go."
"Um."
Both of them had something in their hearts that they wanted to say to each other, but they had a tacit understanding and walked out side by side without speaking.
Shen Huaixu was in a hurry and the car did not enter the underground parking lot.
Shen Huaixu: "Wait for me here, I'll bring the car over."
Jiang Fan looked at the rain and said, "Okay."
In order to prevent Jiang Fan from getting caught in the rain, Shen Huaixu deliberately turned the car around so that she could get in directly from the passenger seat.
Despite this, Jiang Fan still got a little wet.
Shen Huaixu's dark eyes looked at the woman beside him. The broken hair on her forehead was wet and stuck together by the rain, and her thick and curled eyelashes were also stained with a few small drops of water.
He took out a few tissues from the center console and raised his hand to Jiang Fan. When the tissues were still one centimeter away from Jiang Fan's forehead, Jiang Fan suddenly moved behind him and subconsciously put his hands on his chest, "You ……What are you doing?"
"Your hair is wet. You just got sick and you can't get out in the rain. Sit down and don't move." Shen Huaixu pulled off her arm that was protecting her chest and said, "Come here."
"Myself……"
Just come. Before those three words could be said, Shen Huaixu had already taken action.
Jiang Fan's hand holding the bag was a little tight: "I'm sorry to trouble you."
The man's actions instantly shortened the distance between the two, and his serious eyebrows widened in Jiang Fan's eyes. Just by raising his eyes slightly, you could see his raised Adam's apple.
He still had that familiar and good smell, which made her heart beat faster.
Shen Huaixu had no experience in wiping people's hair. Although the movements of his hands were clumsy and unfamiliar, they were very gentle.
It was too quiet in the car, and there was an indescribable ambiguity.
Jiang Fan pursed his lips, but still couldn't help breaking the ambiguous atmosphere, "Qi Chen said today is the crew's opening ceremony, how come you have time to come?"
Shen Huaixu didn't stop moving his hands and said seriously: "I'm afraid you'll get lost."
"I...I'm not an eighteen-year-old girl, how could I be lost because of this." If so, she would be too inconsiderate.
