Chapter 160

Foreigners always speak straight.

Especially those who are engaged in art and have no interest in them, they never think much about each other's mood.

Ying Luwei's face suddenly turned red.

She stood there at a loss, her face burning with pain.

Besides the shock, there was more embarrassment.

Her agent didn't say that Bart EBER accepted her invitation, and how did he come for Ying Zijin?

Does Ying Zijin have the ability and qualification to let the world famous pianist specially travel from O continent?

She didn't believe a hundred.

Zhong Manhua was stunned: "Mr. Bart, what did you say?"

"Another! Another player Bart looked around the stage and didn't see it. He turned back angrily and yelled, "Berg, you idiot, the girl you said is better than your painting. She's not here at all."

Around the corner, Berg came with a glass of ice cream. He was very happy: "thank you for watching it for me."

Bart: "and

He knew that it was inhumane to learn to draw!

Zhong Manhua's head was dizzy and swollen, a little unable to understand what Bart was saying.

A girl student better than Berg?

Ying Zijin?

How is that possible?

"Gone, gone." Bart doesn't want to stay one more second and look at Ying Luwei again.

"Bart, don't forget to help me persuade master Ying."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Mr. Berg, wait. Please wait." Zhong Manhua catches up, "Mr. Berg, didn't you go to Qingzhi last time because someone cheated?"

"Cheating?" When he heard the word, he had to stop. He was even more angry. "How dare you insult master Ying? If she cheats, I don't deserve to draw! "

"Don't talk to me. Get out of here."

He was so angry that he pushed Zhong Manhua away.

Ying Luwei quickly came forward and held her: "sister-in-law!"

But Zhong Manhua can't get back to God completely. People have been completely stunned.

Master Ying!

O Honorary Professor of the Royal Academy of Arts in Taizhou, calling Ying Zijin master Ying?!

Her English only reaches the level of daily communication, but she can't hear it wrong.

Zhong Manhua recalled that she was called by a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association at that time. She also said such a name. She thought she was a liar.

As a result, their Ying family really has a master Ying!

Zhong Manhua has no time to think about it. She takes out her cell phone in a hurry, turns out the cell phone number that she pulled black, and dials it.

After three, the opposite line is connected.

Zhong Manhua's heart pounded: "Hello, I'm master Ying's mother. You used to -"

"dududu."

Before she finished, the other party hung up.

When Zhong Manhua dials again, the line is busy.

She was pulled black.

Zhong Manhua looked at the mobile phone in a daze, with a blush on his face.

Unprecedented regret filled her heart, wringing her almost out of breath, pinprick general pain.

She can almost imagine that if she hadn't treated the phone as a liar at that time, she would have been able to have tea and chat with the masters of Chinese calligraphy artists.

This kind of thing, she is not without dream, after all, she is very interested in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting.

But unfortunately, both Tianlv and Xiaoxuan are not very talented in this aspect.

Zhong can only give up.

But now she turned down an opportunity to worship her, and even offended the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

But how can Ying Zijin draw?

Zhong Manhua's brain has become a paste, the heart more regret.

Ying Luwei is half puzzled and half nervous: "sister-in-law?"

“…… It's OK. " Zhong Manhua was in a trance and said, "Lu Wei, let's go."

**

it's near seven o'clock.

The hall is full of people.

Online broadcasting equipment has also been opened, and the current popularity of the live broadcasting room is 120000.

With the fans present today, these are Ying Luwei's only living fans.

Mr. Zhong, Jiang ran and Xiuyu are all sitting in the front row. Naturally, Zhong Manhua is also there, but it's far away.

There is a seat next to Mr. Zhong, which is a golden position.

"Xiaoran, is your mother coming?"

"No Jiang Ran's expression froze for a moment, "my mother has returned to the imperial capital."

"That's strange." Master Zhong wondered, "here -"

"grandfather Zhong."

A languid, rambling voice fell from his head, somewhat cynical.

After seeing the comer clearly, master Zhong covered his heart: "smelly boy, how can you be as bad as your grandfather and like to scare people?"Fu Yun loosened his collar, sat down beside him, and said in a long voice, "generations apart?"

Mr. Zhong snorted and looked at the stage in front of him.

When the curtain opened, there was a piano on the stage.

At the beginning of the concert, the number of live barrages began to increase.

[ah, I've heard that Luwei's piano is fachioli Bruni for a long time. Today I finally see it. 】

[this piano is only available in several world-famous concert halls in o continent. We Luwei are really amazing! 】

[it is conservatively estimated that the piano is worth 3 million yuan, and only a real rich and famous lady like Lu Wei can own it. As for a certain person, tut]

[warning! Warning! The first three pieces are all played by Lu Wei, and the other steps, such as the curtain call, take about 40 minutes. Then it's time to come to one of them]

Bart, sitting at the bottom, had no interest in Ying Lu Wei and was yawning all the time.

It was not until the appearance of the piano that he finally raised his spirits.

Next to him sat Zhuo Lanhan and Che Yu, both of whom had passed half a hundred.

Che Yu is also very interested in this piano, so he has great hope for Ying Luwei's next performance.

But as soon as he heard a bar of the first song, he fell asleep.

Zhuo Lanhan also frowned after listening to the first bar.

The more she listened, the tighter she wrinkled and her face sank.

Until Ying Luwei started the third song, Zhuo Lanhan couldn't listen to it: "is that the level?"

Four words wake up the drowsy cheyu: "ah, Mr. Zhuo, I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

Zhuo Lanhan shook his head: "thanks you fell asleep, otherwise you really dirty your ears."

If she is only an ordinary piano player, she will not be stingy of her praise.

But this is a pianist!

Zhuo Lanhan can instantly judge Ying Luwei's piano level.

"Oh, oh." When Che Yu heard this, he closed his eyes again. "Mr. Zhuo, I'll sleep a little longer. I taught the students until two o'clock in the morning yesterday. I'm a little tired."

Zhuo Lanhan nodded and tried to bear his emotion.

Most of the fans are amateurs, but they are excited to hear that.

[that's great. We're the next Vera hall. 】To tell you the truth, I'm a little disappointed. I used to fan Luwei because she was good at piano, but this time I didn't feel what I expected. 】

[previously, Luwei practiced very hard and prepared this concert for us seriously. How can you erase her efforts? 】

Ying Luwei plays three songs in one breath, and her forehead is full of sweat.

After a few breaths of relief, she stood up and took the microphone from the host: "thank you very much for coming to my concert, and thank you very much, Mr. Zhuo, for your coming."

"But today is not just a concert for me, but also a grand introduction to my niece. The second miss of the Ying family is Ying Zijin

"She followed me to learn piano for a year. Although it's not long and can't compare with others, I don't want her to miss such a good opportunity to show. Please give her a chance."

After that, the following fans hissed.

Zhuo Lanhan's face is more heavy: "these people are not conscious of going to the concert?"

It's rude to make a lot of noise.

She really shouldn't have come.

But the noise didn't last long. All of a sudden, all the voices in the hall were gone, and the live broadcast of the barrage was still.

The girl came on stage from the right side, slow or slow.

She was dressed in a retro court dress, very simple dress, and no unnecessary embellishment, but it was like a Royal Princess from an oil painting.

The girl walked at will, but with grace.

The moment she looks up, Ying Luwei becomes the background board.

Ying Ziwei's fans face to face for the first time.

【…… 】

the sarcasm on the barrage disappeared completely.

Ying Luwei doesn't have to look. She knows from the expression of the audience below that the smile on her lips can hardly last.

She spent a high price to customize the skirt, unexpectedly not as good as Ying Zijin this body black.

Under the stage.

Fu Yunshen's eyes stayed on the girl's upper body for half a second and quickly moved away.

It's a mistake.

Wrong choice.

I didn't expect that such a conservative dress didn't cover up very well.

Mr. Zhong is proud: "my granddaughter is so beautiful."

Ying Luwei finally found her voice in an embarrassment: "Xiaojin, don't be nervous, just like my aunt taught you before. Only when you calm down can you play fluently."

Ying Zijin didn't look at her.Ying Lu Wei is not vexed either, just looked at one eye doubtfully: "Xiao Jin, didn't you prepare piano for yourself?"

After a pause, she was helpless: "if I know you are not prepared, I will help you prepare a plane."

Ying Zijin finally glanced at her.

Ying Luwei sighed: "I'm so sorry. This piano is very precious. I really can't lend it to you. Otherwise, would you like to use the spare electric piano here first?"

Fans who watch live online have found a breakthrough.

Isn't it? Don't you have your own piano? So what else? 】

[of course, I can't borrow it. Does she have Luwei's performance level? This piano is so expensive. What if she broke it? 】

[if there is no piano, you'd better go straight down and let Luwei continue to play. 】

[the quality of the piano will affect the quality of the performance, but it is enough for her to use the electric piano, anyway, she can't play anything. 】

Fu Yunshen raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset in his right ear.

He looked at the stage, eyes light, voice line down: "move up."