grandpa is not sick

Chapter 182: Fu Fu Exploded (1)
The next day.

After thinking about it all night, I couldn't figure out how to pursue a male god like Fu Yixun. Fu Qingliu went out with small dark circles, and Fu Yixun, who also had small dark circles, went to the orchestra again. Weiss has returned to normal, and after sincerely apologizing to the band members, he is getting on well with the band members. Of course, he no longer dares to get too close to Fu Yiten, but he is still very excited.

Fu Yixun taught him something up there, and Fu Qingliu sat down with Andrew. Suddenly, Andrew winked at her mischievously, "You must have never seen the performance conducted by Simon ten years ago."

Fu Qingliu nodded. She checked it yesterday. Although there were text messages, there was no video, because the concerts were not filmed.

"Come with me." Andrew stood up.

Fu Qingliu glanced at Fu Yixun, who was talking to Davis intently, got up and quietly followed Andrew out. He took a few steps without seeing her, and suddenly Fu Yixun seemed to have detected something by radar. Looking over, he watched Fu Qingliu follow Andrew away with some doubts.

Andrew took Fu Qingliu to a large projection room, took out a CD from his bag, inserted it into the computer, and images gradually appeared on the big screen.

The first thing I entered was a large golden music hall, which was obviously the golden hall that attracted many musicians. The huge audience seats were full of people, and the scene was silent. There were hundreds of bands on the stage. The members sit in their respective seats in a fan shape.

Not long after, there was the sound of light footsteps, and a boy in a black tuxedo walked into the camera calmly and steadily with a baton. He had beautiful shoulder-length brown curly hair and a delicate and handsome face. The expression, the whole body lingers with the quiet dignity of an ancient nobleman from the Middle Ages, very much like the kind of beautiful boy who came out of comics described in campus romance novels.

He walked up to the podium, bowed to the audience, then turned around to face the musicians, tapped the baton in his hand on the edge of the podium in front of him, with a natural elegance in his posture, It seems to have a kind of magical power, which makes people hold their breath and look forward to it, and forget about the trivial things around them.

Fu Qingliu was fascinated. Compared with the 17-year-old Fu Yixun, the 27-year-old Fu Yixun looked more fleshy on his face, taller and thinner, not as strong as he is now, and his eyebrows and eyes are not as deep and sharp as they are now. , but with a bit of youthful determination of that age group, it looks... um... very delicious, like an immature fruit that is so green that it is so bright that it makes your mouth water, but you know you can't eat it yet.

Fu Qingliu finally saw the so-called "most genius performance". Even if he didn't come to the scene, Fu Qingliu felt the soul-shocking feeling. Fu Qingliu felt that he was about to fall in love with the symphony.

"How is it? Isn't it great?" Andrew looked nostalgic and proud, thinking that if Simon had stayed in the orchestra back then, the orchestra would not know how high it has reached now.

Fu Qingliu gave two thumbs up.

"I still have the photos we took during our previous training, do you want to see them?"

"is it okay?"

"Of course." Andrew winked at her mischievously, "Thanks to Simon for coming this time, otherwise we don't know what to do."

Flipping through the big photo album, the person who took the photo was skilled. From the photos, Fu Qingliu saw Fu Yixun's coaching musicians one by one, frowning, smiling or slightly angry. Looking at it, Fu Qingliu suddenly There is a feeling that I already have some kind of very close relationship with Fu Yixun, secretly flipping through the past that he didn't have his own, this feeling makes people feel a little ashamed, but can't help being a little sweet.

(End of this chapter)