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"Excuse me, may I ask your name, Student Song's parents?" The voice that sounded like a mountain stream spring was once again stared at by Master Ning Yan's pair of deep and calm eyes. Song Qinghuan smiled and introduced herself.

"Song Yueming, Xia Runan. But they divorced not long ago." Song Qinghuan spoke in an obscure tone. Xia Runan was indeed the legitimate wife of Song Yueming, so she could easily send someone to investigate the news. However, she did not use her parents to introduce the two of them.

Because she wasn't from the Song Family at all.

Ning Yan pinched the center of his brows. It was obvious that these two names were unfamiliar to his memory.

Song Qinghuan smiled jokingly and said: "But everyone said that I look like a senior in the circle."

Ning Yan's pinching his forehead halted.

Song Qinghuan looked at Ning Yan and spoke slowly. She enunciated every word clearly, "Teacher Ning, is your old friend Lady Jing Yu?"

Ning Yan suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Song Qinghuan. His pupils dilated, but he quickly lowered his eyelids and withdrew the expression in his eyes. He then shook his head and said, "No."

Song Qing smiled, but didn't say anything. At this moment, Xu Ningzhou, who had gone to the washroom, returned.

"Uncle Ning."

"Small boat."

Ning Yan's gaze landed on Xu Ningzhou. He saw Xu Ningzhou pull out a chair next to Song Qinghuan and asked in surprise, "You know each other?"

"Right." Xu Ningzhou said.

All these years, he had been overseas, and so had Xu Ningzhou. With the few generations of friends and the juniors that he had watched growing up, Ning Yan had a good impression of Song Qinghuan. He took the initiative to lead the two of them to the outer hall to introduce some seniors to Song Qinghuan.

"This is the chief commander of the famous Symphony Orchestra of Z City, Mr. Chen."

"This is the famous composer, Senior Fang."

"This is a famous violinist..." Senior Long. "

"This is the famous classical Senior Le Wu. After he retires, Senior Wu will serve as a professor consultant for the Department of Classics at the Xing Han Music Academy."

As Ning Yan introduced them one by one, the previously unremarkable Song Qinghuan also gradually appeared in the public's eye. As everyone looked at her, Song Qinghuan respectfully greeted the masters under the introduction of Teacher Ning.

Some people smiled and asked Ning Yan if this Song Qinghuan was the student he had chosen. Ning Yan smiled but didn't say anything. To outsiders, this could be considered as tacit approval.

Today's banquet was attended by many seniors who brought along their students to open up their own connections for their students. There were also people who linked them together and introduced them to the seniors that they knew or admired.

A few people had pestered Ning Yan before, wanting to introduce the people around them to be Ning Yan's students, or perhaps disciples. However, Ning Yan didn't have any intentions of doing this.

"This is Song Qinghuan, Xing Han's new student this year." Ning Yan introduced.

Old mister Wu, who was previously introduced by Ning Yan and was currently a PhD professor consultant at the Star Hands Music Academy, said with a smile, "It looks like Ning Yan has good taste. The novel" World Ruling "written by little friend Song at Star University's Centennial Ceremony is deeply in my heart."

Being able to be recognized by the big bosses, Song Qinghuan suppressed the surprise in her heart and revealed a modest and proper smile. She shook hands with them and greeted them one by one.

This Old Senior Wu wore a benevolent expression on his face. His status was the highest, and as his gaze landed on Xu Ningzhou, he looked somewhat suspiciously at Ning Yan, asking, "Is this someone from the Xu Family's junior generation?"

Ning Yan nodded. "That's right."

Xu Ningzhou greeted them, and as he shook hands with the group of old artists, he said with a regretful tone, "What a pity. The younger generation of the Xu Family, your hands were born for art."

"…" Xu Ningzhou changed from his elegant and cold demeanor from at a business gathering to smiling and greeting the old artists. His words were laced with the protection of Song Qinghuan, silently telling everyone that she was under the protection of the Xu Family.

In fact, every circle had its own boundaries, just like how the artistic field looked down on the entertainment circle. There were some people in the artistic field who thought highly of themselves and thought that the entertainment circle was a dirty place.

The eyes of those of the same age as her looked towards Song Qinghuan with a hint of envy and hidden jealousy.

To be able to be recognized by Teacher Ning was something many of his peers yearned for even in their dreams. He wanted nothing more but to become a student of Ning Yan, and that was a grand path.

Unfortunately, Song Qinghuan knew that she was a common person and knew herself well. She knew that the reason why Teacher Ning was helping her was because of Xu Ningzhou, so she was not complacent.

Song Qinghuan did not take Teacher Ning's identity as a student seriously.

As the host, the little princess showed off her superb zither skills at the banquet. Not only that, the masters had also let their students perform for a bit.

While those people were displaying themselves, the piano and violin were the most common instruments, while Mr. Wu's granddaughter played a lute.

This was a small concert hall, and the stage was very effective. It was the last part of today's banquet. Although it was not a feast for the ears, those who came on stage to perform were all the successors of the old seniors of the art world.

"Qing Huan." Shen Yi Nian waved to Song Qing Huan, who was sitting beside her cousin.

Xu Ningzhou bent down and whispered into Song Qinghuan's ear, "Just treat this as a small gathering, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I know." Song Qinghuan knew that Xu Ningzhou was trying to comfort her. Ever since she had been mistaken as Teacher Ning's student, Song Qinghuan had already received many looks of anticipation and provocation.

She touched the tip of her nose and walked towards Shen Yi Nian with a smile. Her zither was handed over to Shen Yi Nian to keep, the Shen family had a professional tuner who helped her tune her zither.

When it was finally Song Qinghuan's turn to step onto the stage, the musical instrument in the middle of the stage changed from piano, violin and the like to the guzheng of national music.

Song Qinghuan bowed and sat down. She placed both of her hands on the zither strings and closed her eyes to calm her mind. The small music hall was silent. After Song Qinghuan let out a breath of air, the hands she placed on the zither strings moved.

Song Qinghuan was playing a masterpiece by Master Wang, "Battle Typhoon".

Song Qinghuan usually gave people the feeling that she was a girl who liked to laugh. She had the gentleness and elegance of a young lady in Jiangnan, but when she played, her aura would become overbearing and sharp.

As Song Qinghuan's fingers moved faster and faster on her zither, the hearts of the listeners in the small music hall began to pound with excitement.

Song Qinghuan's slender white hands were like mischievous spirits as they danced on the strings of her zither. One could even see the afterimages of her fingers moving extremely quickly.

Even if it was a vase, Song Qinghuan was an exquisite vase with spiritual energy.