The concert officially begins.
Female pianist Christia
Wearing a quiet and elegant dark blue velvet dress, she took the stage, sat in front of a completely black piano, and performed her independently composed famous song "The Wind Blowing Four Seasons" for the audience.
Everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful melody, and the audience was quiet.
Although the piano music is very beautiful, Tang Qiaoer's eyes are focused on Christia
On the blue dress she is wearing.
This haute couture dress, the only one in the world, is from Sharo, a top international fashion designer.
It was designed by Tang Qiaoer herself.
Only such international high-end talents, celebrities and superstars, who are both good at morality and art and enjoy a high reputation, are worthy of wearing Sharo
Designer dress.
Shen Jingjue had no intention of enjoying the performance, his fists were tense and trembling slightly.
Throughout the process, his peach blossom eyes suppressing his anger were staring at Tang Qiaoer's bright and beautiful face.
From time to time, Xie Jinhuan and Tang Qiaoer leaned against each other and whispered softly.
She nodded slightly, a smile appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she seemed to be very interested in what he said.
Shen Jing felt that his thin lips were pursed like a razor blade, his fists were clenched with shocking veins, and his handsome face was as white as a layer of frost.
He looked at her intently.
Does she and that polite scum have so much to talk about?
They have been married for three years, and they see each other every day. Why don't they see her talking so much to him? !
"Hiss... why is it so cold all of a sudden? The air conditioning is too strong..." Huo Ruxi looked confused and shrank her neck.
Christia
He played a few more songs, and then led his favorite protégé, Miss Huo Zhaozhao, onto the stage.
The girl on the stage is in the prime of life, with beautiful long chestnut curly hair hanging around her waist. Her petite figure is wearing a gorgeous green gauze skirt dress, which is also dotted with dots of silk flowers, which makes it even more flattering. She felt like a fairy in the forest, like a forest elf.
"Zhaozhao! Zhaozhao, look here! It's my brother!" Huo Ruxi waved to her excitedly when she saw her sister appear.
Shen Jingjue's face turned dark and he really wanted to kick him down.
But Huo Zhaozhao on the stage obviously didn't notice the support from his brother on the second floor. With a confident smile on his face like a full moon, he bowed gracefully to the audience.
After that, she sat in front of the piano like a noble swan, her fingers gently fell on the black and white keys, and smooth notes followed.
Mozart, "Turkish March".
Tang Qiaoer stared at Huo Zhaozhao on the stage, her eyes shining, but she could not hide her envy.
Her left hand was placed on her lap, and with skilled muscle memory, her five fingers jumped to follow the brisk melody.
At the same time, the wasted little finger seemed to be re-injected with vitality.
"I remember that when I was a child, you played the piano very well."
Xie Jinhuan felt that Tang Qiaoer's secretly dancing fingers were really cute, so he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "If you had followed the path of music, your level would have been far above hers."
"It's impossible."
Tang Qiaoer retracted her fingers tremblingly and clenched them tightly, "It's impossible anymore."
On the battlefield of Country L, she dragged the seriously injured Shen Jingjue back to the camp. The ligaments of the five fingers of her left hand were severely damaged, and the little finger was completely paralyzed and weak, which was irreversible.
She had no idea how many times of rehabilitation she had done day and night, and how much sweat she had shed on the remaining four fingers, before they could barely return to normal.
However, Tang Qiaoer never regretted saving Shen Jingjue.
Even if he hurt her deeply, it is undeniable that they fought side by side for world peace.
What she saved was not a scumbag, but a soldier of the peacekeeping force.
Her injury is not a shadow that cannot be erased, but a supreme glory that belongs to her alone.
The concert ended well, Christia
Huo Zhaozhao and his beloved disciple bowed down and received flowers and applause.
"Miss Tang, can you go backstage with me?" Xie Jinhuan smiled and invited Tang Qiaoer.
"Is something okay, Fourth Young Master?" Tang Qiaoer asked.
"It's a bit of a personal matter. My mother was very fond of Christia
Madam, so I want her to get a signed record. "
"Christia
I'm afraid it's difficult to be proud. "
Xie Jinhuan smiled warmly and said, "It doesn't matter. Sincerity makes a difference. As long as I have a chance to meet her and sincerely express my intention, she should agree."
...
Huo Ruxi was extremely proud, smiling from ear to ear all the way, and brought Shen Jingjue to the backstage with a large bouquet of flowers in hand.
Unexpectedly, at the other end of the corridor, Tang Qiaoer and Xie Jinhuan were walking side by side towards them.
The huge and empty corridor suddenly became narrow and narrow.
