The next day, his throat got better. After drinking a bowl of porridge, Song Wenting went upstairs to hold the piano.

Unexpectedly, just after turning a corner from the piano room, he fell into the arms of the man, Ji Yanzhou was talking on the phone, and then his eyebrows fell.

Seeing her anxious and panicked appearance, she subconsciously frowned.

Then he closed his phone halfway and asked her in a low voice, "What are you panicking about?"

The hair swayed lightly, a few strands scattered, and even a few were stained on the woman's soft lips.

With his long fingers lightly, Ji Yanzhou naturally hooked his hair behind her ear.

Song Wenting explained softly: "I'm going to Teacher Gu."

Her voice wasn't completely good yet, and she was cold and hoarse, but her eyes were bright.

Ji Yanzhou laughed, and then pinched her earlobe with his fingertips. After noticing the woman's shrinking movement, he laughed dumbly and said softly, "Wait for me for a few minutes and see you off."

"Oh."

Ten minutes later, the two got into the car, Ji Yanzhou was still on the phone, and Song Wenting could hear He Junlang's voice.

They seem to be very busy lately.

I could vaguely hear something about the "film festival", and after hearing it, the car was already parked in the familiar Qinli Lane.

Just as Song Wenting was about to get out of the car, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand to clasp her wrist. He raised his eyelids and looked over, telling her: "Be careful not to catch a cold. Call me back at what time. I'll ask Zhou Chen to pick you up."

"Yeah." Song Wenting obediently responded, then looked at the blue-black color in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but said, "You didn't sleep well."

The slender and beautiful fingertips immediately touched the underside of the eyelid, with a distressed tone in his tone, like a feather stroking the tip of his heart, and Ji Yanzhou couldn't help but feel numb.

He clasped Bai Nen's wrist, pulled his hand back, and pulled the woman directly to his chest, pressing his figure close, his warm lips fell on her forehead, he smiled: "Then go to bed early tonight?"

In the front row, Zhou Chen's movement of turning his head stopped for a moment, and then his body froze, staring straight ahead.

Song Wenting blushed, and also smiled: "Okay, go home early."

Ji Yanzhou followed her to get out of the car, and helped her deliver Qin to Gu Yin's yard, took a picture with Gu Yin, and went to the company.

Song Wenting stayed at Gu Yin's until the evening, she had nothing to do today, so she set aside a day to guide her in piano practice.

Finally, after the final chorus, Song Wenting was called by Gu Yin to the tea room for tea.

After a simple chat, Gu Yin asked about the variety show. After hearing that Teacher Fang Zhenyun was very involved, the expression on his face paused, and then he murmured, "People who are half-hearted, but also show their faces."

Song Wenting listened to the general idea, and explained along the way: "Her grandson will also participate. Could it be because of this that she agreed?"

In the darkened tea room, Gu Yin took a sip of strong tea, didn't answer, and instead said, "You take part, it's fine to join the group."

"it is good."

After learning the piano with her for more than ten years, Gu Yin knew exactly what level she was at. If she said she could pass the selection, she would definitely pass.

On the way back, Song Wenting also received a call from Yu Qianqian.

They made an appointment to go there tomorrow, and Song Wenting agreed.

Then he asked her, "What about your piano?"

Yu Qianqian hesitated and replied vaguely, "Someone borrowed it for me and sent it there directly."

After chatting a few more tense topics, finally hung up the phone.

In the closed carriage, Ji Yanzhou looked at the tablet and immediately looked over.

"Mr. Ji, the rescheduled ticket has been bought, and it will be at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

After Zhou Chen parked the car, he seemed to have a sequelae, so Banban was sitting in the driver's seat, and he didn't dare to look back for a second.

Ji Yanzhou: "Okay, call Mr. He and ask him to pick him up tomorrow morning. You don't have to."

He is always He Junlang, Zhou Chen heard the words and agreed.

Afterwards, when the two got off the car, Ji Yanzhou naturally pulled her wrist, then slipped, palms touched, and her long legs took her into the elevator.

Song Wenting touched the man's palm with his fingertips and asked, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

In the reflection of the elevator, the neckline of the man's slightly open shirt was reflected, revealing some rugged and good-looking bone peaks, and there was no formal shape. He explained: "Qiao Ling's movie has been filmed in Xiyun City for a while, and I and He Jun Lang, go take a look."

Xiyun City is an ancient city in the south, not too far from Jiangluan City, but her emotions surged up inexplicably.

"Did you know that I'm going to participate in the selection of "Chinese Music Confidant" tomorrow?"

The elevator stopped at the right time, and the man led her into the house: "Didn't I just say that I knew yesterday? Forgot to hear it?"

The corner of Song Wenting's mouth is slightly curved: "Don't you check it?"

Ji Yanzhou let go of her little hand, saw that she was not moving, and bent down to help her change her shoes, until the soft soles felt warm, Song Wenting was glued to the man again, half of his body was hung on it.

"Lin Qi and his team are in charge of the whole program. They will be there for tomorrow's selection, as well as Teacher Fang and a few mentors." The man took her to the sofa with his long arms and sat on the sofa. What? Teacher Song is nervous?"

Supporting that warm chest with his small hands, Song Wenting asked back, "Aren't you the one who should be nervous?"

The man's eyebrows slightly raised the starting point: "How do you say?"

Song Wenting said in a sullen tone: "Mu Yunyan will also go, he...he seems to like me."

After speaking, she felt that her guess was ambiguous, but she didn't want to explain, her tangled eyebrows were tightened a little bit, and her teeth were biting soft meat, she boldly looked at Ji Yanzhou last year.

The emotions in those eyes were faint and unclear, only the specious smile made Song Wenting's ears turn red, and she added: "I guess."

When the words fell, the man put a big palm on her sensitive waist, and in her soft voice, he responded, "So, what do you want?"

Song Wenting: "I didn't want to do anything, you know, I can't interfere with other people's feelings."

The implication is that there is nothing I can do to be liked by other men.

A scumbag's tone.

He laughed angrily: "It's good that you refuse him."

Thinking of the last time we met, Song Wenting's face darkened, why didn't this person take the bait at all.

"So, are you really at ease?"

The woman's beautiful eyes stared straight at him, more seductive than hiding a sweet blade.

She couldn't help kissing her pink lips, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I'm a little worried."

"Then can you go the day after tomorrow?" Song Wenting said, "Stay with me tomorrow."

Looking at her eagerly, Ji Yanzhou instantly understood what was going on.

With a calm expression for a moment, he directly hugged her into his arms: "I'll come back early tomorrow, okay?"

Nestled in his broad arms, Song Wenting responded, "Yes."

Song Wenting didn't actually remember this day seriously, but just like human instinct, she couldn't stop thinking of her grandma on this day.

When waking up, Song Wenting reflexively went to look at the calendar.

In the recording software, a new message happened to be pushed: the 2554th day when grandma left.

She got up, washed up as usual, and went downstairs to eat.

Aunt Zhang was waiting for her at the dining table: "Ayan is on a business trip today and left very early, let me keep warm pear soup for you."

"Thank you." Song Wenting thanked softly, and then asked Aunt Zhang to sit down and eat with her.

Aunt Zhang refused with a smile.

Song Wenting didn't force it either. By the time she finished her meal, Yu Qianqian's phone call had already flashed by.

"Song Song, am I far away from you? Should I take a taxi, or should you take a taxi?"

Song Wenting: "No need to take a taxi, I'll pick you up by car."

Yu Qianqian was surprised for a moment, then nodded again and again: "Okay, then I will come down early and wait for you."

Going to the piano room to pick up the piano, Song Wenting went to the cloakroom, took out an amulet from the bottom of the box, and put it in the bag.

Grandma once went to the Taoist temple to beg for her.

Afraid of losing it, Song Wenting kept it in his underwear pocket, and brought it with him when he moved.

After driving the car from the underground parking lot, Song Wenting drove to Jingyue Garden.

It was too early, and the morning rush hour had not yet appeared, so she drove quite smoothly.

Ten minutes later, picked up Yu Qianqian, drove south of the city for another twenty minutes, and finally arrived at the Grand Theater. The exterior of the theater is very design, with a high-tech sailing style. It is located beside the Luan River, like a behemoth.

After entering the lobby and following the directions to the lounge, Song Wenting took out the hand warmer and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

Yu Qianqian was surprised: "Your habit hasn't changed yet."

Song Wenting smiled and hummed. When the weather is cold, her hands tend to get cold, and it is easy to not open it when playing the piano, so she always prepares a hand warmer before going on stage.

The two came early, and there was no one else in the room except for the two people in the back row.

There is still more than an hour before the notification time.

But some staff members have already come in with hot drinks, ordered them to have some snacks, and allowed them to go to the piano preparation room to warm up.

The piano preparation room was not far away. Song Wenting and Yu Qianqian were instantly surprised when they walked in.

The huge stage is filled with all kinds of musical instruments, mostly folk music, from the common Erhu and Guzheng to the uncommon Zhongruan and Hujia.

Or put or hang, dazzling array.

Let people instantly understand the intentions of the program group.

"I've inquired about it and said that I can prepare the piano, but I didn't expect it to be so complete." Yu Qianqian was speechless, looking at the konghou, she couldn't help but move her fingertips, and went directly to the stage to practice.

Song Wenting sat at the front, admiring seriously with a straight posture.

She has improved a lot.

After the song was over, Yu Qianqian raised an eyebrow at her on stage: "How about it, does Mr. Song think I have hope?"

Song Wenting smiled: "It will definitely pass."

The two immediately looked at each other and smiled.

After waiting patiently for nearly half an hour, the waiting room was already full of people who came to participate in the selection.

Song Wenting took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, and when he came out, Ji Yanzhou called.

There were people coming and going in the corridor, Song Wenting hid in the corner and said "Hello".

The man's magnetic voice followed: "Where is it?"

Song Wenting inexplicable: "In the theater lounge, preparing for the selection."

The man seemed to be walking, but then he paused slightly, stopped, and his voice sounded: "Well, listen to it and come on."

The corners of the mouth curled up, Song Wenting nodded, and responded with a smile: "Well, I will work hard."

Her tone was obedient and soft, and the man couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I look forward to your performance."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

That strange feeling came to my heart again.

The crowd coming up from behind accidentally squeezed into this corner, and someone lightly bumped into her shoulder.

"Ah, sorry."

The girl apologized softly, Song Wenting put away the phone, shook his head lightly, and walked back to the lounge.

There were many people who came to participate, and many people brought their own musical instruments, crowding the empty room, and the noise was everywhere.

When they arrived, the staff divided them into four groups in an orderly manner.

In terms of musical instruments, Song Wenting and Yu Qianqian's large instruments were separated. She was in the second group, and Yu Qianqian went directly to the fourth group.

"Song Song, wait for me after the end."

"Okay, call later."

After the two parted, Song Wenting followed the crowd to another room.

It was a small theater that was temporarily borrowed. After they entered, they were arranged to sit down, numbered, and resumes were collected, just waiting to enter one by one.

This selection is by interview only.

No speech is allowed here, and the small theater is quiet.

There are always staff with work cards explaining the rules to them, and asking them about their various needs in order to meet them.

Song Wenting's number is fourth, which is very high among the top 100 people.

"Guqin, Song Wenting."

After hearing the shouts of the staff, many people raised their eyes, just because she was relatively well-known in the circle, or because of her marriage to Ji Yanzhou.

Song Wenting moved forward with his posture, and he didn't care anymore.

Then waited, entered another room, and quietly waited for the last person to finish.

The phone was confiscated, and Song Wenting was bored and re-tuned the strings.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that she was taken to the real selection room.

It was quiet inside, and a staff member skillfully helped her put on the guqin and piano bench, and the sound of footsteps and the sound of the stool being placed, echoed some ethereal echoes.

Song Wenting twirled her skirt and walked in.

The bottom row was full of people, Song Wenting nodded lightly, his eyes flickered from below, and he saw Teacher Fang Zhenyun, sitting in the middle.

Looking away, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the teacher's left hand.

The man's face was cold and handsome, half of his body was hidden in the light of the stage, and he was cold and alienated.

Aware of his gaze, Peach Blossom Eyes lifted up and looked at each other.

That skin-skinned face was more exposed. Song Wenting's naked eyes could see the indifferent brows and eyes, like a broken lake, with rippling starting points.

He put down the phone, leaned back on the soft chair, and stared at her with all his time.

He even smirked at her proudly.

Song Wenting was stunned until a faint voice sounded: "Mr. Song, let's start."

A whole two rows of industry leaders and the show team members were startled, and looked at the two of them one after another.

Song Wenting sorted out his thoughts and scolded in his heart: Liar!