Joseph laughed immediately when he heard it: "It's true, pianist masters like Aosta have already rested on the sofa."

"Mr. Ye Fan, why don't I arrange you behind Aosta?"

"Which place is he in?"

"According to Aosta's request, he wants to play last, because that way he has enough time to rest."

Ye Fan nodded slightly when he heard the words: "So I'm the last one?"

"Yes, Mr. Ye Fan."

Ye Fan laughed and said, "Then it will be the last one."

"Okay, then Mr. Ye Fan can rest for a while."

Because I asked Joseph just now, and the other party said that he could not leave the lounge, otherwise he would have gone to the stage and sat next to the little girl to listen together.

But, since you can't leave, let's take a good rest.

It's not that I don't like such occasions, the main reason is that the waiting time is too long, and I haven't slept well in the past two days, and I follow Ye Wanqing everywhere every day.

And even though I have been abroad for a while, I am still a little uncomfortable with my work and rest. At this time, it is the best choice to catch up on sleep.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of music playing, lie on the sofa and go straight to sleep.

There are also a few people like Ye Fan, all lying on the sofa, or leaning on the sofa to rest, because only after resting can they play with the best mental state.

When Ye Fan was resting, the outside stage played one after another.

Soon, the figure of Joseph stood on the stage. He looked at the tired faces on the faces of the audience, and laughed.

"Please keep your spirits up, because the next one who will perform on stage is the famous Mr. Aosta."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked and looked at the stage one after another.

"It's finally Mr. Aosta."

"I didn't expect Mr. Aosta to be at the end."

"If Mr. Aosta doesn't play again, I think I will fall asleep."

"Next, I can finally listen to the performance of the person who will win the No.1 Chopin International Piano Competition."

"Some expectations..."

Unlike everyone's expectations, Ye Wanqing frowned after hearing Joseph's voice: "It's a very familiar name."

The murmur fell, and the figure of Aosta walked out on the stage.

"It's him!"

"Mr. Ye Fan, it's your turn soon."

Dimly, I heard Joseph's voice.

Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes: "So fast?"

Joseph smiled when he heard the words: "Mr. Ye Fan has rested for seven and a half hours."

"Hiss! It's been so long."

"I'm going to wash my face."

Ye Fan got up and left, but suddenly.

A voice came from the projection screen.

"Before I play, I would like to say something very important to a woman present."

"I hope that when I get No.1, this woman can promise me one condition."

Ye Fan looked at it, it was Aosta.

Unlike other pianists who came to the stage to play, Aosta came to the stage but faced the audience with a smile and said such a sentence.

And when his words fell, not to mention the audience, in this huge backstage lounge, voices kept ringing out.

"What do you mean? Is this Aosta going to propose to someone?"

"No way, I remember Aosta has a wife, when did she get divorced?"

"Today's Aosta is really strange."

"If it is said that Aosta really divorced his wife, then this woman is really happy to say such a thing on such a grand occasion at this time."

"Yes, proposing to a woman at the Chopin International Piano Competition is something that many women dream of. It's so romantic."

"It's really enviable."

“…”

Ye Fan casually glanced at it and ignored it, and there was nothing to pay attention to. These artists, especially overseas artists, are too common for marriage and divorce.

I took a look and went to wash my face.

Following Ye Fan's departure, Aosta sat on the stage in front of the computer, and began to play like a gentleman.

"Drip, drop, drop ~ clang clang clang~"

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