Chapter 147

Maybe they want to play it all? Lu Wei has said that blue is better than blue. Can't it be said that her sister doesn't play both Jihad and song of emerald? 】

[OK, stop talking. Besides, my sister will sue us again. 】

because Willa hall is so mysterious, she is a famous pianist in the music history of O continent, but none of her portraits are left.

This mystery has also aroused the yearning of later generations.

People have curiosity. The more mysterious things and people are, the more they want to uncover the mystery.

It's a pity that some historians in o state have been digging for a long time, but they haven't found any new data.

According to historical records, Willa hall had two music tutors and was also a top pianist at that time.

But the archangel Lucifer refused to obey, refused to submit to the son, and led a third of the angels to betray heaven and fight against God.

As a matter of fact, Jihad, a piano piece, is more highly praised in the o continent, and has a higher status in the music world than sun and moon. 】

[no, I feel numb just looking at this description. Although I don't know much about piano, I have to admit that Willa hall is really talented. 】

[so the difficulty of Jihad lies not only in playing, but also in whether the player has the momentum and can hold up. I don't know what jihad is about, do I? Still playing? drowned in laughter. 】

[with all due respect, Willa is the only one in the world who can play sun and moon, Jihad and song of emerald. 】

with the participation of passers-by, Ying Luwei, the only remaining loyal fan, is even more courageous and aggressive.

However, they dare not disturb Ying Zijin. They only dare to dance wildly under Ying Luwei's microblog.

This is exactly what Ying Luwei wants.

After she turned off her microblog, she turned to the agent next to her and said, "have all the invitation letters been sent out? Who will come? "

"It's been sent out, but no one has written back yet." The manager sighed, "Lu Wei, you know, this concert is the starting point for you to enter the international music world. We invite all famous musicians from China."

"They are all very eccentric and noble. They can't be invited."

"So it is." Ying Lu Wei twisted her eyebrows, as if to think of something, "you say that to them."

She turned her head and said a few words in a very low voice.

The agent was a little surprised: "really good? What if it affects you? "

"No way." Ying Lu Wei doesn't mean to smile, very scornful, "you can't really think Ying Zijin can pop up what song to come? I know her level. I'm stumbling

"What my sister-in-law pays most attention to is face. She can give up everything for face. What's her expression if she sees Ying Zijin make a fool of herself at the concert? "

as long as Ying Luwei thinks about it, she can't help laughing.

The agent didn't know much about the rest of the Ying family. When she said this, she nodded: "OK, I'll send another invitation now."

It's their only chance to turn around.

**

Mr. Zhong has been paying attention to Ying Luwei.

It's not that he didn't want to deal with the Ying family. He was stopped by Ying Zijin.

Because the Zhong family is no better than the Ying family these years, she doesn't want to affect the Zhong family.

However, due to the theft of the last ten parties, it is only a matter of time before Zhong's group can catch up with Ying's group.

When Mr. Zhong saw the microblog sent by Ying Luwei, he immediately became angry: "what a white lotus! What a dirty thing to do."

He was about to go to Ying's house in anger, and there was a cup in front of him: "grandfather, drink more water and be less angry."

"Zijin, you can't go to this concert." Master Zhong was so angry that he said, "if you go, it will be like old Bailian's wish."

"Nothing." Ying Zijin is not slow, "I volunteer."

"Voluntarily?" Master Zhong put on his presbyopic glasses and looked at her anxiously, "Zijin, are you dizzy with anger?"

“……” Ying Zijin's face is expressionless, "don't like to be rubbed hot by her."

Mr. Zhong was a little confused and didn't understand what this sentence meant.

Isn't it Vera Hall's heat that Ying Luwei rubs?

"Well, it's up to you. Grandfather can't interfere much." Mr. Zhong thought, "my grandfather knows some pianists, so I call them here to help you practice."

**

Shaoren hospital.

Ying Zijin only comes to Shaoren hospital every Wednesday night.

She sat in the independent office prepared for her by the Dean, with a set of tarot cards on her desk.

She bought it from the underground market. It's not an orthodox Tarot, but it's a real Tarot.

With the help of tarot card, she can be a little more relaxed and calculate big events without using the ability of magic calculation.However, tarot card can not be used too many times at a time, which will reduce the divination ability of tarot card.

An inside call came from the experts Department: "Miss Ying, Mr. Shang has come for a follow-up visit."

"Just let him come straight up."

Five minutes later, the door was knocked.

After getting permission, Shang Yaozhi pushed the door and came in.

It's summer in May, and he's still wrapped up.

Hats, sunglasses, scarves, none of them.

When he came to the room, he took off his disguise.

After a slow breath, Shang Yaozhi again said, "thank you, Miss Ying. With your medicine, my voice is much better than before."

"You're welcome. Just give me the money."

“……”

Shang Yaozhi noticed the card on the table and said, "is this tarot card?"

"Well." Ying Zijin looks up, "choose three?"

Shang Yaozhi hesitated.

In fact, most people in the entertainment industry are superstitious.

In order to be popular, some artists will consult feng shui masters and change their names to change their careers.

I have to say that some of them have really succeeded.

"Choose whatever you want." Ying Zijin leans on the swivel chair, tiny a pick eyebrow, "don't have psychological burden."

When Shang Yaozhi heard this, he laughed: "Miss Ying likes this kind of thing just like my niece."

He's too serious.

Now playing tarot is just for fun.

Ying Zijin doesn't speak, just indicates that he chooses the card.

Shang Yaozhi raised his hand and was just about to choose casually. However, when his palm swept over the top of the deck, his palm automatically drew a card.

He a Leng: "have static electricity?"

"It's not static." Ying Zijin light, "this is your card."

Shang Yao's expression hesitated, and gave the card to the girl without saying anything.

But what makes him more confused is that the next two cards are not so much his own choice as the first card, which are automatically pasted on his palm.

Just right. Three cards.

Ying Zijin took a look and began to turn over the cards.

Shang Yaozhi noticed that her divination method was different from that of other Tarot players.

The general Tarot Card divination, also needs to put the card array.

There are also strict requirements for the turn over order, front and back, left and right, and clockwise and counterclockwise of each card array.

But the girl did not ask him what he wanted.

In the eyes of Tarot players, this is nonsense.

But Shang Yaozhi was still very serious. After Ying Zijin finished the first two cards, he nodded slightly.

Then the last card was opened.

A sudden look.