The Queen's Rebirth: Your Highness, please bow your head

The slight sense of loss in Wu Zhiwei's words, mixed in the childish voice, made people sigh softly unconsciously.

After waiting on the spot for a while, the rain didn't stop, instead, it fell harder and harder. Mu Yuluo had no choice but to take out the two concert tickets and signaled, "Let's go in together."

. . .

There is a white grand piano on the stage, surrounded by large and small western musical instruments but no one is playing. On the huge stage, An Junxi sits quietly in front of the piano, a beam of strong stage lights stays on him , his fair skin looks more lustrous under the light, his high nose bridge, and tight lips, he has already faced the audience with a calm and calm appearance, which completely highlights his natural musical temperament.

After a brief introduction, he, who was dressed in a white tuxedo, smiled slightly at the crowd and saluted slowly. There was a round of applause immediately. His movements were skillful and graceful, and his slender white hands had an unparalleled sense of beauty.

Where the fingertips walked, graceful notes immediately appeared in people's ears, like a kind of extreme enjoyment, which made everyone's heart tense, watching his movements expectantly, slowly closing their eyes, as if Waiting for the wonderful arrival.

Fingers dance on the black and white keys, fast and slow, like flying elves, creating a beautiful and moving enjoyment like flowers in the sun.

Compared with seven years later, his playing style is still a little greener. Although his understanding of music is higher than that of ordinary people, he still lacks years of tempering. The main reason is that. . .What he is playing now is still other people's works, and he doesn't play what really belongs to him, so the expression of his soul is limited.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and everyone listened carefully, and no one showed any impatience because of the length of time.

After the end of the piece, he picked up the microphone during the curtain call, and slowly said to the dimly lit auditorium: "The last piece in Chinese is called "Twilight Summer Rain", which I wrote for a special audience. No matter if she is here today or not, I have to express this very special feeling in my heart to her.”

Mu Yuluo's eyes froze. Sitting in the auditorium and looking at the shining young man on the stage, her face moved slightly. When he played the first melody, she was stunned.

This song was obviously dedicated to the love of his life by An Junxi seven years later, but the title of the song was not "Twilight Summer Rain" at all, but another woman's name.

She fell back to the seat in an instant, her face was a little ugly, her heart was in a mess and she couldn't figure it out, and only one voice echoed in her mind: She changed history, she changed the title of An Junxi's song, she changed An Junxi's song future. . .

Just when other audience members were deeply moved by the original piano piece released by An Junxi for the first time, she suddenly took Wu Zhiwei's hand, ignoring her strange voice, and walked towards the exit without thinking for a moment. Dare to stay.

"Sister, what's the matter, your face is so pale..." When walking outside, Wu Zhiwei looked at her face and said strangely, "The title of the song just now was so strange, "Twilight Summer Rain" feels so familiar , but I don’t remember where I heard it, oops, I’m so stupid!”