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

Chapter 9 Hard and Unforgettable Days
Everyone in the Grand Theater was amazed that an international master like Karl would take the initiative to befriend a little girl who was not known.

"Ang?" The girl was stunned for a while before she realized, "Qingli, you can just call me Qingli."

"I don't know if you have time to discuss this piece with me?" Carl hasn't been this excited for many years, and it's even more exciting than when he became famous when he played the Battle of the Golden Hall.

Gu Zechuan kept looking at the smiling girl on the stage. Her eyes were clear, her eyebrows were raised and her lips were raised. When she spoke, her facial features were lively, revealing a sense of wit.

"To be honest, I heard this piece of music in my dream, and I just thought it sounded good, so I wrote it down." The girl casually found a reason to prevaricate; Carl put his hands together, and bowed to God: "Amen, Is it because you heard my voice that you sent a little angel?"

Song Qingli looked at Master Karl's eyes wet, perhaps thinking of his wife, this song touched the softest part of a man's heart.

The man looked at Song Qingli with tears in his eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Let me play a song for you, what do you want to hear?"

Who knows, international pianist Karl's performance is hard to come by. He is a soul player and is popular all over the world.

Song Qingli was overwhelmed by the flattery, and covered her heart with her hands, her glazed eyes sparkled with starlight: "Dorden Lake."

"I'd like to hear you play it yourself, Dalden," she repeated.

Her eyes were shining when she spoke, and Karl invited her to sit in front of the piano together; the audience in the theater saw that Karl was going to play the piano, and immediately returned to their original positions, all full of anticipation.

The notes floated into Song Qingli's ears, and her turbulent heart was shrouded in a ray of golden light; in her previous life, in the most embarrassing time of those five years, it was only by relying on this song "Dorden Lake" that she cheered up.

The notes touched the memories in her mind.

In a foreign country, her father would not let her go out to work, fearing that she would be bullied.

However, every time she saw her father's palm full of blood blisters, the girl felt very guilty.

"Girl, don't worry, I asked about the school fees here today, and it's not very expensive." The father ate dry bread with big mouthfuls, and didn't drink any water. He seemed like he hadn't eaten all day, and he looked like a former handsome merchant. Gone.

"You are too young, don't worry about money. This is something that parents should consider. After another month, I will arrange a school for you. You go to school. Don't you like to learn acting? You do what you want favorite things."

Song Qingli would get up secretly every night. She opened her father's hand, looked at the blood blisters in his palm, and burst into tears; her father had never done rough work in the first half of his life. There is no need to go out and earn money by physical strength.

She didn't want her father to bear all this alone, so she went out to find a job without telling her father.

It was Song Qingli's first time to go out to work. Because she didn't have a certificate, she could only work in some black workshops, but her income was very low and she often worked for nothing.

The wind was flying, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the girl came out of a dark workshop, holding five euros in her hand, and a slap mark on her face. This was the money she had just asked for. Before that, she had done a lot of work for nothing. .

A huge square. In the past, there were many people here, and there were many people performing arts. The square was full of musicians with various musical instruments. They never cared how much money others tipped them. It's like owning the whole world.

Their souls are the taste of freedom.

Due to the torrential rain, today's square is deserted and deserted, with very few people.

The rain poured into her clothes, and the hem of the clothes rattled, and she walked in the open square like a drowning dog, her back couldn't stand straight; it was clearly midsummer, but the cold wind in the evening was like an ice cave.

She couldn't hold the money tightly because of the cold wind, and the only five euros in her hand were blown away by the wind.

The girl was very tired physically, but she had to step up to chase, which she earned after several days of hard work.

Five euros fell into a cardboard box, which was a gift box placed by the grandpa who played the piano.

In the whole square, only the old man sat in front of the piano and played ecstasy.

He happily ensembles with the rain and dances with the wind.

The girl stood in front of the piano, she looked at the tipping box on the ground motionless, her five euros were in the pile of money, and she couldn't tell them apart.

The old man looked up and saw a girl who looked like an oriental porcelain doll standing in front of the piano sobbing softly, so the old man had to stop playing.

He stood up tremblingly, with a kind face, staggering steps, and a little hunchback: "What happened, pretty little girl."

Song Qingli didn't make a sound, just stared at the money in the gift box, she wanted to get it back, but her pride didn't allow it, she had never been so embarrassed as she is now.

Seeing her predicament, the old man bent down and picked up the cardboard box with difficulty: "Did you encounter any difficulties? If you need money, take it, I don't need that much."

The girl clenched her pants tightly, she bit her lower lip and sobbed, and then looked at the old man with red eyes: "I don't want to take your money, it's my five euros, which just floated in, Grandpa, can you play a tune?" Listen to me? I want to hear it...happy."

I want to hear something happy, because life is too hard. Anyway, if I take the five euros back, my father will definitely be unhappy, so I just spend it.

The grandfather saw that this was a stubborn girl, which made people feel distressed. It should be that she came to a strange country and encountered something unsatisfactory.

So, the old man played Dorden Lake.

The girl remembered it, she remembered it for a long time, on that foreign evening, the drizzle was like smoke in the square, the old man had gray hair, and the clothes on his body were washed white, he sat in front of the piano and played wantonly, standing beside him The crying girl, there is a tattered cardboard box between them, and there is a lot of money in it.

The girl wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and the grandfather played Dalden Lake five times for her. He said: "It's not about life or death, other things are not important, don't cry, as long as you live, there will always be a way out."

Song Qingli tidied up her emotions, pulled herself together, and decided to face the status quo with her father. Only by surviving can she talk about her dreams.

The notes were still beating in the grand theater, the girl closed her eyes tightly, in a trance, she seemed to see the gray-haired old man playing in the rain, but enjoying himself.

This time the changing girl's eyes were full of tears, and she kept smiling at the corner of her mouth.

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