Chapter 160

Hearing this, song porcelain felt funny and heartache, "I'll give you some of mine later."

"Good."

Han Zhan is not interested in wine, but also opened a bottle of red wine, he likes to see song porcelain elegant wine. In the end, the wine was taken back to the hotel by song porcelain.

They went back to the hotel and changed their dress. Then they went to the golden hall to watch the performance.

There is a world-famous pianist to perform tonight. Han Zhan bought tickets in advance, led song porcelain into the hall, and found his own place to sit down.

The scene was full and the atmosphere was very good.

After sitting down, the Song Dynasty porcelain arranges the skirt which is scattered on the leg. She raised her head, looked at the front row, and whispered in Han Zhan's ear: "as soon as I came back, I was sitting in the first row. At that time, my teacher was standing on the stage."

It was ten years ago. I still remember song porcelain very much. "The teacher was the most eye-catching and dazzling man in the audience that day, and all the audience were impressed by his piano skills," she said. My teacher is the best musician I've ever met. "

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

Han Zhan pinned a wisp of song porcelain's broken hair on the edge of her eyes behind her ear. Before the performance started, he could not help kissing song porcelain's side face. Song porcelain and his nose against each other, heard him say: "next come back, I will sit in the first row, looking up at the starry you."

Song porcelain lashes slightly.

She couldn't help licking her lips, and her heart beat a little. "Do you really think that day will come?"

"Of course." Han Zhan's firm look made song porcelain feel a force.

She pinched her hand tightly and held the bag, and she did not know what she was trying to write.

When the performance began, everyone quieted down and concentrated on the music. After the performance, the audience left the audience one after another. Song porcelain just stood up, heard Han Zhan said: "I go to the bathroom, you wait for me."

"... good."

Song porcelain waited for a while. When all the audience had left, she had not yet waited for Han Zhan to return.

Standing in a concert hall in a foreign country, song porcelain seems small and lonely.

Why hasn't Han Zhan come?

Song porcelain is a little uneasy.

She found her mobile phone and was about to call Han Zhan when all the lights on the stage suddenly lit up.

A male voice spreads through the microphone throughout the golden hall --

"next, let's invite Song Ci, a young violinist, to bring us the finale performance!"

This is Han Zhan's voice.

Hearing the sound, song porcelain turned around in amazement and saw Han Zhan coming out of the background.

Han Zhan holds a violin in his left hand and a bow in his right hand. He walked up to song porcelain and put the violin solemnly into her hand. "Bring your violin from home without permission."

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

She raised her hair and blushed and said, "brother Han, don't make a fuss. Not everyone can get on this stage. I..."

a forefinger suddenly stands in front of song porcelain's mouth, blocking her chattering.

Song porcelain pursed his lips and looked up at Han Zhan. He heard Han Zhan say, "what's the matter? Anyway, I'll always be your loyal listener."

Song porcelain is laughing.

Han Zhan urged her: "go up, I spent money to buy you a chance to perform on the stage. It can't be wasted." It's precious.

Song porcelain no longer affectation, she took the violin to the stage.

There is only one Han Zhan in the huge audience seat, but song porcelain has the feeling of being heard by the whole world. She closed her eyes slightly, raised her bow and played a piece of violin music Han Zhan had never heard of.

The sound of violin spread all over the golden hall. Hearing the sound of crying, the staff behind the Golden Hall stopped what they were doing and walked to the front of the stage from behind the scenes.

They either lean on their seats or stand around their arms and listen to song porcelain quietly.

After working in the golden hall for many years, even illiterate people have developed good musical taste. They had never heard this piece played by song porcelain, but they were all amazed.

Music has a soul.

From the sad tone of song porcelain, they heard a soul wailing. A bearded man suddenly rubbed his eyes with his hand. He was sympathetic to the music of song porcelain.

Song porcelain closed his eyes all the time, and did not know the audience's reaction.

Her pretty face was sad and quiet, but the next second, her beautiful red lips suddenly aroused a brilliant smile. And the sound from her bow also began to grow.

Like a glimmer of light in the dark, the desperate soul gives birth to hope.

At a certain moment, song porcelain suddenly opened her beautiful eyes. She held the violin and whirled around. The big wave curled her hair in the air.She was immersed in her own performance and entered another mysterious independent world.

Han Zhan stares at the shining song porcelain. He suddenly realizes the essence of "God gives food to eat.".

His porcelain treasures are those who are given food by God.

After playing the last melody, song porcelain's shaking body stood still. She closed her eyes again, and slowly calmed down her excited heart beat. When her excited heart finally calmed down, song porcelain put down her bow and opened her eyes.

Song porcelain was a little surprised when he saw more than 20 strange foreigners pouring out behind Han Zhan.

She blushed in silence, a little confused.

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

At the same time, the applause rang out. Song porcelain lost its mind for a short time, and then showed a brilliant and pure smile. She bowed and said thank you in German.

She was asked, "is this your own work? What is it called? "

Song porcelain couldn't understand German, so he asked Han Zhan for help. Han Zhan translated the man's question into Chinese and told song porcelain, "he asked you, is this your own work and what's the name of the work?"

Song porcelain answered the man in Chinese: "this is my improvisation work, I named it... Zhan."

Han Zhan was stunned.

Someone pushed Han Zhan, "Sir, what did she say just now?" If they can't understand Chinese, they have to ask Han Zhan to translate.

Han Zhan recalled that he couldn't control his lips and replied, "this is my wife's improvisation. She said that the work is called" Zhan. " Zhan is a Chinese pronunciation.

The other person's eyes become very difficult to understand. "Jane?" The man tried to say the name of the song, but Zhanzi was said as Jane by him.

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

“cool！” Now everybody understands.

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