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The night before the formal performance, Rong xiaonuo was lying on the bed of the hotel, tossing and turning.

Since she called Fu Shenxing that day, his number returned to her address book.

This is her first tour to China, and she didn't expect it would be in Tongcheng. She thought, if he could come and listen to her performance

I don't know why, she suddenly had this idea in her mind.

By the time she realized what she had done, the phone had already been dialed.

She wanted to hang up, but the other end of the phone called her first.

"Little Nuo?"

Rong xiaonuo held his breath and didn't speak, as if he didn't exist.

After waiting for a long time, the other party didn't hear her response. He sighed slightly and said to himself, "it's not careful to press it..."

"In fact No

Rong xiaonuo answered his words, adjusted his breath, and then said, "I want to ask you if you have time to listen to me tomorrow Our concert. "

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then he said: "tomorrow will be very busy all day. There will be a dinner party in the evening, so I can't go. Good luck with your performance. "

"Oh..."

She was a little lost, but tried not to let him hear, smile: "thank you, you don't work too hard, have a good rest."

"Well."

There is nothing more to say between them than this.

After hanging up the phone, Rong xiaonuo fell heavily on the bed, regretting why he was suddenly in a fever to invite him to the show.

Anyway, he refused.

……

The next day.

Rong xiaonuo got up early in the morning, got his dress and shoes ready, and went to the theater with the orchestra for the last rehearsal and rehearsal.

"Osbert, is everything ready?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready for tonight's performance."

Lu Chenchong compared a "OK" gesture to her and jokingly said, "I'm not nervous. From going out to now, you have confirmed with me four or five times."

"Ah Is it? "

Rong xiaonuo awkwardly pulled the corners of her mouth. Was she really nervous or not?

"Don't worry. I'm in everything."

He took her hand, and the temperature from the palm made her feel a little more at ease.

Rong xiaonuo looks at the entrance and suddenly sees a figure, which is Lin QingHan.

She's here. Does that mean Fu Shenxing

However, the two people behind her were the manager of the theatre, not the one she thought.

Yeah, he said last night that he would not be free to attend. How could he appear?

As the leader of the band's trip to Tongcheng, Lu Chen was called by other members to discuss some problems encountered in the rehearsal.

Lin QingHan saw her, said a few words with the two people behind her, and then went towards the direction of rongxiaonuo.

"Xiao Nuo, come on tonight."

"Er Thank you

She is not cold to Lin QingHan at all. As long as she doesn't get enmity, she is thankful. For her sudden courtship, Rong xiaonuo feels that everything is strange.

"If I have something else to do, I won't talk to you more."

Lin QingHan grabs her wrist with a kind smile on her face, but her eyes reveal her most real emotions.

It was a kind of, hostile look.

"Don't go. Why do you hide when you see me?"

"You think too much. I'm busy because I have a lot of things to do."

Lin QingHan laughed and broke off her fingers. She exclaimed, "the fingers are so beautiful that they are worthy of playing the piano."

Rong xiaonuo always felt that when she said this, the expression on her face was somewhat gloomy.

She didn't know what Lin QingHan really wanted to do, so she could only warn her in advance: "I advise you not to be perverted. No matter what you want to do, you should consider clearly whether you can afford to let the family live."

"Ha ha..."

Lin QingHan chuckled and said, "no, I'm not so stupid. You can rest assured."

Though she was mad with jealousy.

She knew that Fu Shenxing had given up her on the surface, but his heart would never allow other people to live in it.

What makes xiaonuo? Why occupy his heart?

"Let go, then."

"Of course."

Lin QingHan releases her and is about to leave when a courier walks in.

"Who is miss rongxiaonuo, please?"

Rong xiaonuo is a little strange. She didn't buy anything. Even if she did, she would not send it to this place.

"I am."

The courier gave her a big box and handed her the sheet and pen: "please sign for the express.""This Are you sure it's mine? "

"Sure."

Rongxiaonuo signed for it inexplicably and opened the lid. There was a box full of champagne roses.

She was stunned.

When I was young, I liked champagne and rose best, but nobody knew about it except that person.

Because she thought it was too sentimental, but he said: no matter what girls like, they are not affectable.

For a moment, she was in a trance.

There is a card in the box. It says: pourmacherie.

In the eye son a burst of water mist rises, she is about to shed tears.

It's him, she's sure, but what's the point of doing it now?

Just looking at her reaction, Lin QingHan determines that the flower must have been sent by Fu Shenxing.

She pretended not to notice, saw the words on the card, and clenched her fists.

"So many flowers, is it from your fiance?"

Rong xiaonuo subconsciously hid the card and said to her, "no, and it has nothing to do with Miss Lin

With that, she went backstage with the box in her arms, trying to find a place to store it.

Looking at her back, Lin QingHan's eyes flashed a trace of cruelty.

She took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Plan changes, execute the second set."

No matter who it is, don't try to destroy her happiness!

……

An hour before the performance, Rong xiaonuo met his parents backstage.

Fu Nuan and Ronghe dressed up to listen to the concert of his daughter's orchestra.

"Mom and Dad, how did you come?"

Although Rong xiaonuo was happy, he was surprised. After all, he had not heard any news before.

"This is the first time we've heard you play the piano at a concert. Of course we'll come."

With the encouragement of her parents, the tension in her heart was reduced a lot.

The first piece is the orchestral Symphony performance of the whole orchestra. It is magnificent and romantic, and the audience can not help but immerse themselves in it.

Rong xiaonuo sat in front of the piano, long fingers on the key to knock out a string of beautiful and moving notes.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed her spiritual world. She was as light as a butterfly dancing in the wind.

This is what music brings to her.

But when she hit the key with the highest pitch, her finger seemed to be stabbed by something.

She was so hurt that she had to stop playing and the piano stopped suddenly