Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Hearing this, Song Ci felt 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 watch Song porcelain taste elegant wine. Song Ci brought the bottle of wine back to the hotel before drinking it.

After returning to the hotel to change their dresses, the two set out to watch the performance in the Golden Hall.

Tonight, a world-renowned pianist came to perform. Han Zhan bought tickets in advance, led Song Ci into the hall, and found his place to sit down.

There were full seats and a good atmosphere.

After seated, Song Ci arranged the skirts scattered around his legs. She raised her head and looked at the front row, turning her head to Han Zhan's ear and whispered: "I was sitting in the first row when I came back. At that time, my teacher was standing on the stage."

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

Speaking of Shen Yubei, Song Ci's expression is a bit lonely. She missed the teacher a little, but she had no face to meet him.

Han Zhan pinned Song Ci's broken hair that fell on the end of her eyes behind her ears. He couldn't help kissing Song Ci's side face before the performance began. Song Ci hit 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 on the stage."

Song Ci's eyelashes trembled lightly.

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

"Of course." Han Zhan's firm expression made Song Ci feel a wave of strength.

She squeezed the clutch tightly, her eyes down not knowing what she was trying to write.

The performance began, everyone calmed down and concentrated on the music. After the performance, the audience left the audience one after another. As soon as Song Ci stood up, he heard Han Zhan say: "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me."

"...it is good."

Song Ci waited for a while, until all the audience had left, she hadn't waited for Han Zhan to return.

Standing alone in a concert hall in a foreign country, Song Ci seemed small and lonely.

Why isn't Han Zhan coming?

Song Ci was a little disturbed.

She found her mobile phone and was about to call Han Zhan. At this moment, all the lights on the stage suddenly turned on.

A male voice spread through the microphone throughout the golden hall——

"Next, please invite Song Ci, a young violinist, 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 coming out of the background.

Han Zhan is carrying a violin in his left hand and the bow in his right hand. He paced up to Song Ci and solemnly stuffed the violin into her hand. "Without permission, secretly brought your violin from China."

This is not the violin that Yan Jiang gave to Song Ci before, but the violin engraved with the word'Porcelain Treasure' by Han Zhan. Song Ci thought this scene was a little absurd, but his heart was filled with emotions.

She curled up her hair in a daze, blushing and said, "Brother Han, don't make trouble, not everyone can be on this stage, I..."

An index finger suddenly stood in front of Song Ci's mouth, blocking her chattering words.

Song Ci pursed his lips and looked up at Han Zhan. He heard Han Zhan say: "What does it matter? No matter what, I will always be your loyal listener."

Song Ci laughed.

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

Song Ci did not pretend to be any more, she walked to the stage with the violin.

There is only one Han Zhan in the huge audience seat, but Song Ci has a feeling of being heard by the whole world. She closed her eyes slightly, lifted the bow, and played a violin song that Han Zhan had never heard before.

The sound of the violin spread throughout the Golden Hall. Upon hearing the weeping sound of the piano, 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 on their seats or stood with arms around them, listening to Song Ci's performance quietly.

After working in the Golden Hall for many years, even illiterate people have developed a good taste in music. They had never heard this song played by Song Ci La, but they were all surprised.

Music has a soul.

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

Song Ci closed his eyes the whole time, unaware of the reaction of the audience.

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

As a ray of light penetrated into the darkness, hope was born in the desperate soul.

The piano's tone became more and more diligent, more and more lively and fuller. At a certain moment, Song Ci suddenly opened her beautiful eyes. She turned her violin in her arms, and her big wavy curly hair swayed sultry in the air.

She was so immersed in her performance that she entered another mysterious independent world.

Han Zhan stared stunnedly at Song Ci, who was shining all over, and he suddenly realized the essence of the words'God Enjoys Food'.

His porcelain treasures are those who are appreciated and eaten by God.

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

Song Ci was a little surprised when he saw the more than twenty strange foreigners who appeared behind Han Zhan at some unknown time.

She blushed silently, feeling a little at a loss.

"Girl, you are such a genius!" Someone whistled at her and gave a thumbs up.

The applause rang out at the same time, and Song Ci lost consciousness for a short time before grinning with a brilliant and pure smile. She bowed and said thank you in German.

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

Song Ci couldn't understand German, so he looked at Han Zhan for help. Han Zhan translated the person's question into Chinese and told Song Ci: "He asked you, is this a work you created yourself? What is the name of the work?"

Song Ci replied to the person in Chinese: "This is a work I just improvised. I named it...Zhan."

Han Zhan was taken aback.

Someone pushed Han Zhan, "Sir, what did she just say?" Those who didn't understand Chinese had to ask Han Zhan to translate.

Han Zhan regained his senses, he couldn't help 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 "Cham"." Zhan is the Chinese pronunciation.

The eyes of the other party became extremely incomprehensible. "Jane?" The man tried to say the name of the song, but he said Zhan was Jane.

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

"Cool!" Everyone understands now.