shock!The cold and disabled boss stood up and kissed me

Chapter 8 The international master asked me to be his friend.

The concert started, the surrounding lights dimmed, and all the lights were poured into the center of the stage.

The audience in the grand theater held their breath and focused on the stage. Song Qingli also slowly followed the audience's gaze and looked towards the past.

The golden light hit a young girl in a long white dress. The girl had a small face with big eyes and an angel-like face. There was a cello between her legs. The moment the strings vibrated, the sad and desolate tone filled the entire theater .

Song Zhiya had almond eyes since she was a child, brown pupils, fresh and elegant, when she smiled, it seemed that the air around her was sweet.

Few people would criticize a sweet girl who only laughs all day long, thinking that she is a pure and kind girl.

However, only those who have stumbled will understand that some people have been smiling Yashas with duplicity since they were young, full of bad things, selfish to the bottom of their bones, and use whatever means to achieve their goals.

Song Qingli's side face was tense, her eyes were frozen, and the fingertips of her hands under the table turned white. She didn't like musical instruments, and the cello was the least she liked.

Gu Zechuan looked at her from the corner of his eye and noticed that her whole body was trembling slightly. With such an abnormal behavior, he was a little curious, why is the girl full of hatred?
"I'm going to the toilet." Song Qingli stood up stiffly, covering her chest with one hand, looking very uncomfortable.

Gu Zechuan kept looking at the back of the woman who was fading away. He once heard people talking about a kind of nervous vomiting of mental disorder: it is when seeing someone who is extremely disgusted, he will want to vomit.

Song Zhiya, who was playing the cello in the center of the stage, turned her eyes towards the table. She couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw Gu Zechuan. She accidentally played the wrong tune. It was a harsh tone that even laymen could recognize. It was a mistake.

Gu Zechuan sat on the wheelchair with his back straight, his face was flat, and his black eyes were full of coldness.

Suddenly, from one side of the stage, a blond man suddenly spoke up, his mandarin was stuttering, but his tone was full of anger: "Jean, it doesn't make sense for me to serve as a foil for such a rookie, I want to return my favor." country, I will never come to this place of yours again in the future."

"Carl!"

"My God, it's really the internationally famous pianist Carl."

"It's no wonder Karl is angry. To serve as a foil for a rookie who can play a wrong note will damage the face of an international master."

"I came all the way to see Karl, let that rookie on the stage get lost, Mr. Karl, we only listen to you playing the piano."

"Yes, get off, get off."

Song Zhiya broke the strings of the cello in agitation. Her eyes were red with anxiety, and she looked at Gu Ze'an as if asking for help.

Where can Gu Ze'an make such an angelic girl shed tears, rushing to the stage and hugging her tightly, he waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop that foreigner who is playing the piano."

When Song Qingli returned to the theater again, the scene became a mess. The people in the auditorium surrounded a blond man. On the stage, Gu Zean hugged Song Zhiya in every possible way to comfort him. The only calm person in the whole venue was Gu Zechuan who was sitting in a wheelchair.

He is unique in the hustle and bustle of time, like a hot spring in a snow-capped mountain, flowing warmly but silently melting the ice and snow into nothingness.

The audience surrounded Karl tightly, trying to dissuade them: "Master Karl, just play us a piece of music, we all came here specially to see you."

"That's right, Master Carl, if we don't hear your song this time, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives."

Song Qingli pricked up her ears and listened for a while, then stroked her skirt and sat back calmly: "Song Zhiya's cello sounds too bad, did Master Karl run away?"

"Hmm." Gu Zechuan made a soft nasal sound.

"Is this concert funded by Young Master Gu?" Song Qingli was originally curious that the concert could be held in a first-class venue. Which thigh did Song Zhiya hug?

Originally thought that Song Zhiya would rely on her strength to perform here, but who would have guessed that she would rely on bed skills.

Song Qingli tugged at the man's pants, and suddenly leaned close to his ear: "Have you ever heard Karl play the piano live?"

Gu Zechuan looked down at the young girl pulling the fabric of his trousers with her plain hands, her white fingers were slender and slender; when she noticed the light in her fox eyes, she knew that she was holding back the evil again, the man had no intention of guessing, and said: "No heard."

"I haven't heard of it either." After the girl said, she got up with a smile, and the French platycodon skirt on her body was swaying as she walked.

The girl walked towards the stage, and when she passed by Song Zhiya, she didn't even notice her, treating her as air.

Song Zhiya was already crying, but when she saw that high-spirited cousin at this time, she stomped her feet angrily and cried even more fiercely.

Gu Ze'an hugged him tightly and comforted him gently.

Gu Zechuan, who was in the audience, tilted her head slightly to see what Song Qingli wanted to do. She was sitting in front of the piano with a chubby grub collar, her bare hands touching the keys. Exquisite like a Barbie doll in a Barbie box.

In the next second, piano notes flowed from her fingertips like gurgling water, and the noisy theater fell silent, and everyone turned their necks to look at the stage at the same time.

This melody has never been played before. It may be an unknown wild song. It cannot be said to be majestic, but it can only be said to be the most suitable for soothing people's hearts. disturbed.

But it's unexpectedly nice and inexplicably refreshing.

As a pianist, Karl is the most authoritative judge here. The redness on his face began to dissipate when the piano melody sounded. He staggered from the back row to the front row, passed through the crowd, and walked slowly up the up the stage.

The golden light fell on the intoxicated girl playing the piano. At that moment, she was like a god's mansion in Karl's eyes.

This song, how could she...

After the song was over, there was silence everywhere, and Carl approached with tears in his eyes, and asked in his clumsy Mandarin, "How do you know this song?"

Song Qingli was stunned for a moment. She had heard this piece of music abroad in her previous life. It was written by Karl, but she didn't know the meaning of the piece.

Carl's blue eyes were as beautiful as crystals, and he choked up and said, "So, this, in this world, there are really bosom friends."

"I wrote this song for my late wife. I wrote it for nearly ten years, but the ending is always unsatisfactory. The ending of the song you played today won my heart." Carl's eyes full of gratitude touched the girl's heart. soft place.

"Uh me." Song Qingli didn't know how to explain.

At this moment, Song Zhiya's face was green on one side of the stage. She felt very ashamed. It was fine to be left alone, and her cousin would steal the limelight. The idiot looked at his cousin like a moron.

She stomped away angrily.

Gu Ze'an finally realized: "Yaya, where are you going? Wait for me."

Carl choked for a while before speaking.

"Your, what, name?" Carl held Song Qingli's hand tightly: "Can we, be friends?"

(End of this chapter)