Rose Manor

In late October, Shen Jianian devoted himself entirely to the band's tour, flying to different cities and not thinking about anything else.

During this period, she called Pei Che. He had already left Jiangcheng with Zhou Ruo, flew to Switzerland, and settled in the small town of Weggis.

Pei Che did not sell the villa in Jade Tianfu and left it to Shen Jia Nian. But he felt that when the tour was over, she might not return to Jiangcheng, but would settle in Beicheng, which was her hometown.

The North City show is the finale of the tour and is scheduled for November 11th.

Shen Jia Nian left two tickets for Bai Changxia and her husband. Later, she received news from Zhao Shunyi that she had just finished filming and returned to her home in Beicheng. She wanted to watch her performance, so Shen Jia Nian left a ticket for her.

On the evening of the 20th, Shen Jianian was doing preparations backstage with other members of the orchestra as usual. Today she used the cello she took from Yunding Palace, which was also the one she had used the most since she was a child.

Manager Yan Hong just received a call outside and came in. Her face was red and she was extremely excited: "I just received news from a friend. Do you know who is coming tonight?"

The members of the orchestra answered the question in all directions.

"Which big star is it again?"

"Big stars also came to listen to the previous shows, so it's nothing unusual."

"It's not like we haven't seen the world before. At the previous event in Ningcheng, many wealthy and distinguished people came."

"There's nothing we can do about it, our reputation lies there."

Yan Hong rolled her eyes. This band is full of young blood. They have some strength and are generally not very calm. The tour is coming to an end. Everyone's mind is wandering and their tails are raised to the sky. Only Shen Jia Nian is more stable and rarely. Participate in their behavior of selling melons.

"Yan Qiusheng is here."

Yan Hong dropped a bombshell when their discussion was at its hottest.

The chattering backstage suddenly became quiet. Shen Jianian's eyes moved away from the precious cello and glanced at Yan Hong, who had her arms folded and admired their expressions with interest.

After three seconds of silence, the orchestra exploded.

"Yan Qiusheng? A world-class cellist?"

"What wind brought him here?"

"My heart is excited and my hands are shaking. I'm afraid that if I see him on the stage, I'll pull the wrong one if my hands shake when I'm too excited."

"Bah, bah, can you say something auspicious? Didn't you just say that we are people who have seen the world? Why did we show our true colors so quickly?"

"That's Yan Qiusheng! My idol! All the alarms on my phone are the songs he plays."

Yan Qiusheng is also Shen Jiannian's idol. She looks calmer than them on the surface, but her heart is already boiling.

Moreover, she is still Yan Qiusheng's apprentice. This should not be the first time that Yan Qiusheng has watched her play, but she can't remember anything before, so tonight is the first time for her to play in front of Yan Qiusheng.

"Quiet." Yan Hong clapped her hands, "I won't say much else. You guys have to play well."

The performance started at 7:30. Shen Jia Nian took deep breaths several times to adjust his emotions so that he would not be so nervous. His previous state of ease seemed to have failed during the last performance.

She was very nervous when she went on stage. She forced herself not to pay attention to the audience, but she still couldn't help but glance at them.

The strange thing is that the first thing she noticed was not Yan Qiusheng, but the man next to Yan Qiusheng.

That man always appeared in front of others wearing a straight suit. The difference was that today was not a business occasion. He was not wearing a tie. Two buttons were missing from the collar of his white shirt. His stern features were highlighted by the smile that overflowed from the corners of his lips. There is less sense of distance.

He was looking at her, tilted his head slightly, and communicated with Yan Qiusheng in a low voice.

Their eyes met briefly for a second, and Shen Jianian averted his eyes, settled down, and devoted himself to the next performance. The moment he raised the bow in hand, all the tension faded away, and there was only the cello in his heart.

Yan Qiusheng looked at Shen Jia Nian on the stage and gradually sat upright. Fu Jichen told him that it was Shen Jia Nian, and he had doubts in his heart. He suspected that Fu Jichen had missed him too much and had run away from home rationally. However, when he saw the man playing the piano with his own eyes, his shock overshadowed his suspicion.

A person's habit of playing the piano is developed since he was a child and cannot be easily changed. The time he taught Shen Jia Nian was not long, but it was not short, enough for him to understand Shen Jia Nian's personal habits.

People's muscle memory is sometimes scarier than imagined. Fu Jichen told him that Shen Jiannian had a car accident and lost her memory, but some of the skills she was showing now in playing the piano were what he had taught her, and she had not forgotten them.

There were no mistakes in the entire performance, which was a perfect ending to the tour.

Shen Jia Nian's hand holding the bow slowly dropped, and she realized that her arm was a little sore, probably because she was too focused on the performance. Applause erupted from the audience, like a tidal wave rushing into the ears.

Shen Jianian could finally look at the audience without scruples. Yan Qiusheng was also applauding and smiling appreciatively at her. Shen Jianian took the curtain call with the other members of the orchestra. His heart was beating very fast, and he felt like he was in elementary school when he went on stage to receive a certificate.

Until she returned to the backstage, she was still a little dizzy and her feet seemed to be unable to step on the ground.

"Jia Nian!"

Bai Changxia's voice came from the crowd.

Shen Jianian had just put the cello back into the case, but before he had time to change out of his performance clothes, he looked around and his eyes lit up: "Why are you here?"

"You performed so well today!" Bai Changxia gave her a strong hug and patted her on the back, "We prepared a celebration banquet for you. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to see the news, so I came here specially to follow you. you say."

Shen Jianian's expression was stunned for a moment: "Our band also organized a celebration party tonight."

"Ah? What should we do?" Bai Changxia's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he took out his mobile phone from his bag, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call first and ask."

Bai Changxia turned her back and walked away. Shen Jia Nian didn't understand who she was asking. Seeing that she was communicating with the person on the phone, he didn't interrupt and went to change clothes first.

It was already very cold in Beicheng in November. Shen Jianian was wearing a white wool sweater and a down jacket in her arms, carrying a piano case behind her back. She was surrounded by band members. Everyone wanted to eat hot pot and were discussing which restaurant was affordable and delicious.

Bai Changxia came back with his cell phone, smiling innocently and harmlessly: "Why don't we invite the band members and let's eat together?"

Shen Jia Nian originally planned to talk to Yan Hong about something at the band's celebration banquet, but Bai Changxia came to her for dinner to her surprise. She didn't want to let anyone on either side go, so it was best to be together.

But she couldn't make the decision alone: ​​"I'll ask them first."

Bai Changxia made an OK gesture.

Shen Jianian raised his voice slightly and forced his way into the group who were actively discussing where to eat: "Everyone, stop for a moment. My friend has prepared a celebration banquet for me tonight. Can we eat together?"

The pianist in the orchestra, who was two years younger than Shen Jianian, raised his hand and said, "I have a question, do you want me to treat you?"

Bai Changxia hugged Shen Jianian's neck from behind and said, "A treat! You can treat me as much as you like!"

"Then what kind of bicycles do we need? Let's set off now. I'm starving to death."

Yan Hong shook her head. There was really nothing she could do against these children. She walked up to Shen Jianian. As a manager, she had to stabilize the situation when necessary: ​​"Let's treat them. There are more people here."

Bai Changxia waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no."

Everyone packed up, picked up their guys and left the theater. The one who plays the piano is the most relaxed, as he doesn't have to carry the piano around.

There were several luxury business cars parked at the exit. Everyone stopped in unison, looked back at Yan Hong who was walking behind, and said loudly: "Mother Yan, you won the lottery, why are you willing to rent us such an expensive car?" .”

In the past few days since I came to Beicheng, I have always rented a car to travel. Although it is also a commercial car, the quality is far inferior to the one in front of me.

Yan Hong stepped on high-heeled leather boots and walked forward: "This is not the car I rented. I was just thinking about how to get you to the dining place. The driver of the car I rented before was unable to come."

"It's the car that my...friend found. Everyone, please get in the car." Bai Changxia felt a little guilty when he spoke, not looking at Shen Jianian. "The place to eat is at Qingpingxuan. The driver will take you there."

Someone came to Beicheng for the first time. He took out his mobile phone and checked Qingpingxuan on Dianping. When he saw that the per capita price was three thousand, his mouth opened wide and he adjusted his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose.

Bai Changxia took Shen Jia Nian to the car in front.

After coming out of the theater, there was a big temperature difference between indoor and outdoor. Shen Jianian put on a black down jacket and a red cashmere scarf around his neck, with half of his face buried in the scarf.

The car door slid open, Shen Jianian raised his eyes and saw a man sitting in the car with a black coat on his lap and a bouquet of beautifully packaged flowers, pink and white roses, placed on the empty seat next to him.

Shen Jianian's mouth hidden in the scarf tightened, and she narrowed her eyes slightly to look at Bai Changxia, who was holding her arm.

Bai Changxia felt increasingly guilty. She touched her nose and slowly raised her head, looking at the sky. Suddenly something cold hit her face. She pushed Shen Jianian and said, "Get in the car quickly. It's raining. Oh no, it seems like it's raining." It’s snowing.”

Fu Jichen picked up the bouquet of roses on the seat. When Shen Jianian sat down with the piano case in his arms, he put the flowers in her arms. His deep gaze fell firmly on the white face set off by the red scarf, and his voice was very loud. Low, fluttering, as if coming from a far away place: "Congratulations on your successful performance."