Madam is a squeamish little crybaby, she needs to be pampered!

Chapter 23 A harp song

Shen Feiyin bit her lower lip nervously, her brain spinning rapidly.

No matter what, her reporter identity cannot be exposed here. If it is exposed, with how much these people hate the media, it will be a question whether she can keep her job.

The peripheral vision kept scanning the center of the hall, until Shen Feiyin's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw an instrument.

Is that... konghou?
She remembered that her parents only took her brother to the amusement park when she was a child, and she was always at home alone during weekend outings.The old man next door couldn't bear it and always asked her to go home to play and give her food to eat.

This konghou was taught to her by her grandfather. Although she hasn’t played it for many years, the basic skills should still be there!
Taking a deep breath, Shen Feiyin's pounding heart finally calmed down.

She smiled at the woman in front of her: "Okay, it's a deal."

The harp is also called the ancient harp.

Its playing method is similar to that of the harp, but its tone is very different.

Shen Feiyin looked at the musical instrument in front of her, felt the burning eyes falling behind her, and comforted herself in a low voice.

Don't be afraid of Shen Feiyin, you are not performing on stage anyway, there are so many people at the banquet, and only a few people can see your face clearly through the crowd, so don't be nervous.

"Are you okay? You can't, right?"

The woman behind her became increasingly impatient with her urging.

Shen Feiyin was mentally prepared and raised her hand to reach for the harp in front of her.

The music in the banquet hall stopped at some point, and just when everyone was confused, a soft and beautiful piano sound suddenly sounded.

Slender fingers plucked the strings of the harp, and an unknown tune was played smoothly. The sound of the piano echoed in the banquet hall, and all the people whose attention was attracted by the sound of the piano looked in the direction of Shen Feiyin. .

With her eyes half-closed, her slender fingers plucked the flexible strings, playing a series of noble yet elegant music.

After playing the song, Shen Feiyin slowly opened her eyes.

In front of her were some well-dressed spectators. The people in front of her looked at her with admiration and admiration, followed by a burst of continuous applause.

Shen Feiyin lowered her head in embarrassment, her ears turning red, which was completely different from the calm and composed look she had just played.

Not far away, Fang Min looked at the followers who had messed up the plan, and put the champagne glass in his hand next to him expressionlessly.

What a bunch of idiots, they can't even handle such a small thing!

It was obviously to embarrass Shen Feiyin so that she could get out, but unexpectedly, she stole the spotlight.

How could an ordinary person from a small family play such a good harp?As a music school graduate, Fang Min naturally noticed that Shen Feiyin's performance was different from that of an ordinary novice.

Even every scale and string pluck is incredibly accurate.

"Can I go now?"

Shen Feiyin looked at the woman beside her and wanted to leave after speaking. She had serious things to do.

"Reporter Shen? What a coincidence, why are you here? Could it be that you also received the invitation letter?"

Fang Min raised the corners of her lips and walked over quietly.

Her sudden voice not only stopped Shen Feiyin's steps, but also directly revealed the latter's identity.

Passing through the crowd, Fang Min looked at Shen Feiyin with her lips covered in surprise: "What brings you here? I remember...it seems that the media was not invited to the banquet today?"

Someone around him has already expressed dissatisfaction with Shen Feiyin because of these words.

They looked her up and down and became wary when they saw her dress and equipment.Media reporters these days prefer to distort facts, and many CEOs and their daughters have lost their money on messy news.

"Reporter? Could it be that he sneaked in and wanted to take some photos to spread rumors about us?"

"How could such a person sneak in on such an occasion?"

Shen Feiyin, who suddenly became the target of public criticism, pursed her lips nervously, and the lipstick on her lips faded a bit because of her actions.

"I, I'm not..."

what to do?Now you can’t even wash yourself off if you jump into the Yellow River!
And she really couldn't argue, because she sneaked in this time just to shoot the scandal!
"Did I make a mistake? She must not be a reporter, otherwise why would she be so high-profile?" Just when Shen Feiyin was so panicked that she didn't know what to do, a female voice suddenly spoke up to help her out.

At this moment, Shen Feiyin was like a drowning person grasping for life-saving driftwood.

She subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

The woman in a cheongsam is smiling, and her long hair is tied up to make her look more dignified and elegant.

If it weren't for the small wrinkles appearing in the corners of her eyes, Shen Feiyin might have mistaken her age.

Fang Min never dreamed that her original plan would actually become the reason to help Shen Feiyin out of trouble at this time.

But looking at the elegant lady walking gracefully in front of her, she suppressed the anger in her heart and politely shouted: "Aunt Song."

"Ah."

Song Molan glanced at her lightly, then walked straight to Shen Feiyin and held her hand.

"Good boy, would you like to come with Auntie? Auntie has something to ask you."

Her eyes were shining and her movements were eager.

Although I don’t understand why this temperamental aunt suddenly appeared like this.

However, Shen Feiyin was eager to leave here quickly and nodded almost impatiently: "Of course!"

As long as she knew something, she would definitely tell the aunt who saved her.

Song Molan smiled lightly, pulled her and left.

But Fang Min could only stand there, watching Shen Feiyin's leaving figure with dissatisfaction.

Why does Aunt Song favor Shen Feiyin so much?

"Thank you for your willingness to help me out, but...what do you want to ask me?"

Song Molan deliberately found a quieter corner, away from the crowd. Shen Feiyin was no longer as nervous as before, but she was still a little nervous facing the elegant and elegant strange woman in front of her.

"Don't be so formal, just call me Aunt Song. Actually, I just want to know, from whom did you learn the konghou? Can you tell me?"

Song Molan lowered her tone and patted Shen Feiyin's hand, trying to help her relieve her tension.

Shen Feiyin was stunned for a moment, and then nodded immediately.

"Of course! I was taught how to play konghou by the grandpa next door when I was a child."

Shen Feiyin told the truth, and after hearing her answer, Song Molan asked a little hastily.

"Then, can you tell me his name?"

name?

I remembered the sporadic fragments of happiness I had when I was a child, the kind smile of my neighbor’s grandpa, and the snacks he could always take out from various corners.

Shen Feiyin hesitated for a long time.

When she was a child, her grandfather liked to tease her. When she grew up a little, whenever she asked about her name, her grandfather always looked away and said it, as if he didn't want to tell her her real name.

To this day, she still doesn't know whether the name her grandfather later told her was her real name.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Feiyin finally said the word An Kong.

"An Kong?"

Song Molan murmured, stunned, and smiled slightly disappointedly, "It seems that I got the wrong person...Thank you for telling me."

After the words fell, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded behind Shen Feiyin.

"Mom, why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)