In such a beautiful performance, the sound is too obvious, and the intensity of sadness.
Mo Yiheng couldn't help but be curious. He slowly raised his eyes and looked towards the main stage. This glance made him feel that his heart stopped
Suddenly stand up, can't believe to look over there.
A few foreigners were startled because he suddenly stood up. They didn't know where they had offended him, so they also stood up and didn't dare to go out.
And he didn't say anything, just staring at a place on the stage.
A row of players are immersed in their own music, next to a chair, sitting a girl in a white skirt, pulling the cello, natural posture, curly hair because of action and slightly floating, round face no special feelings, focusing on the music score in front of.
The sound of sadness and missing comes from her cello.
The light on the stage was too dim, which made Mo Yiheng doubt whether he was wrong.
After all, in two years, he never took the initiative to find out about her and never thought of seeing her again.
Xiaobai
He lost Xiaobai.
Is that her?
At the end of the concert, playing door stood up and bowed to step down, her little figure holding cello seemed to have no difficulty.
That figure, also very much like her.
"Mr. mo..." The people next to him spoke carefully. I don't know if he was angry because he didn't play well today.
Mo Yiheng returned to his senses and rolled his Adam's apple hard. He looked at the people and asked, "where is the backstage of the performer?"
"Well There -- "the person next to him pointed out a direction, and he immediately turned around and went out. His back looked very eager.
……
Mo Yiheng anxiously enters the backstage corridor, looking at some performers removing makeup or tidying up, looking for the figure quickly.
Turn around -
bang!
He bumped into a man and dropped a cello at his feet. Mo Yiheng immediately raised his eyes and looked at it -
"my violin!" Fang Jiamei watched her piano fall to the ground. She threw away her bag and picked it up carefully. She opened the zipper and checked it. She was relieved to make sure it wasn't broken.
Zicong bought it for her after two months of part-time work.
Fang Jiamei zips her back on her shoulder again. Then she finds an Asian man standing in front of her, looking at her with red eyes, "er Are you ok? "
She speaks French fluently. She can't hear any accent, and her soft voice makes people feel comfortable.
Heart hard shudder, hands a little bit of grip, Mo Yiheng looking at the person in front of has lost all the words.
It's her.
It's Xiaobai.
But her strange eyes, but the joy of reunion at the moment fell into the ice lake.
What should he say?
What else can he say?
She regained her memory and was no longer his little white.
Fang Jiamei thinks this man is a little strange. She just looks at her and doesn't speak, which makes her feel a little scared.
He slowly bent down and quickly picked up his bag. He didn't look at it much. He bowed his head to him and left quickly
It's like he's a bad guy.
Mo Yiheng slowly lowered his head, lost mood in the heart bit by bit spread.
A drop of tears from the red eyes down, fell on the floor dizzy dye.
"Hello, sir. What can I do for you? "The person in charge of the concert looked at him standing here and asked.
This is the rest room for the players.
Mo Yiheng this just reaction come over, gently shook his head, difficult step to leave, but found next to a score.