The piano song Song Wenting has been practiced to the point of proficiency. Even though Ji Yanzhou's appearance brought her a lot of emotions, she still devoted herself to it.

Five minutes later, the last lingering sound ended at the fingertips.

She was sweating a little, her chest and chest were slightly heaving, and the sound of the empty piano seemed to be endless.

With a polite expression on his face, he stood up and bowed slightly.

Teacher Fang Zhenyun in the middle is wearing a pair of glasses with a gold chain, and his eyes meet her briefly, and Song Wenting smiles even deeper.

This time she saw everyone in the team, including Mu Yunyan who sat on the far left.

His gaze fell on her without moving away, met her gaze, and nodded towards her quite gentlemanly.

Pulling back the skirt, Song Wenting turned around and walked out through the side door.

This time, didn't even look at the man in the center from the corner of eye.

Ji Yanzhou tapped the thin paper a few times with his long fingers, then tilted his head slightly, and his eyes caught on the beautiful back of the woman.

Until the light blue color disappeared behind the door, Ji Yanzhou chuckled inexplicably.

Fang Zhenyun next to him handed over a stack of materials, his old face was covered with delicate makeup, and his figure was slim and tall while sitting, full of temperament.

Ji Yanzhou sat up straighter, and saw the woman's head a few inches smaller from the stack of documents.

"Xiao Ji, take a look."

Seeing that there were no documents on his desktop, Xu Shi handed them to him to have a look.

Before Ji Yanzhou could speak, short laughter rang out from behind him.

Then a middle-aged man's voice fell: "Teacher Fang, that's the one just now, you don't need to show him."

Fang Zhenyun's shrewd eyes circled around the man with downcast eyes and chuckling.

"I know you?"

Before he had time to respond, he was directly blocked by Ji Yanzhou. He pressed his soft fingertips against the cheek of the woman in the photo, and said softly and slowly, "Well, it's my wife."

"..."

The old man showed a little surprise on his face, but he didn't say anything.

The tuning of the erhu has already started on the stage.

——

Song Wenting was led out of the hall, and there was another lounge for those who had finished the performance to take a break.

When she went in, there was no one there.

But Song Wenting still had to wait for Yu Qianqian. She took out her phone and planned to send her a message.

On the page, a few messages were sent from familiar notes: [Angry? 〕

[I didn't deliberately not tell you, it was a decision made when woke up this morning. 〕

[Wrong, don't get angry, okay? 〕

Apologizing, but there was no subject, Song Wenting glanced lightly, clicked to exit, and was directly pulled to the chat box with Yu Qianqian: [It's over, call me. 〕

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and then two staff members walked in carrying her piano.

Song Wenting got up quickly, and took the guqin that was already in the bag.

[It's easy to fall here, can you put it on the ground for you? 〕

Their attitude and service are so good, which made Song Wenting's perception of this program group to a new level.

She nodded in response: "Okay, thank you."

After the two left, the huge room became quiet again, so the slight vibration of the phone seemed so abrupt.

Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes and landed on the screen. Seeing that she didn't reply, Xu Shi sent another text: [A temporary decision, I'm here to participate in the selection. 〕

Song Wenting caught a glimpse of this sentence, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and he retorted in his heart: You are here to participate, and you have already sat there, so can it be her eyesight?

But she didn't reply.

He sent the next sentence quickly: [I just want to do one thing. 〕

Song Wenting's brows were lightly furrowed, and the knuckles holding the phone were slightly exerted, before she could figure out why.

The screen flickered, and a new message popped up: [Come here and tell you. 〕

Frowning became tighter and tighter, Song Wenting pressed his index finger to turn off the phone, not wanting to reply or look at his commanding tone.

Just as the phone was put away, the door was opened from the outside again with a sound.

This time it was a girl with a work badge on her chest.

Seeing the light in her eyes, she asked with a smile, "Song Wenting, Teacher Song?"

Reminiscent of Ji Yanzhou's "come here" just now, Song Wenting subconsciously knew what was going on.

Sure enough, just a second after she responded, the girl's smart voice came: "Mr. Ji invites you to come over."

Not knowing what Ji Yanzhou wanted to do, Song Wenting hesitated for a few seconds before following the girl out.

"Please take a look at the piano for me."

After entrusting the Qin to the staff at the door, Song Wenting stepped on the small stilettos and followed the girl back along the original road.

Walking through the corridor, two girls walked towards me holding hands. They all carried small musical instrument cases in their hands, which could be seen as flute instruments.

As they got closer, the two whispered to each other: "Is that the Ji family who sat down just now?"

"Which one?"

"The most handsome one."

"Maybe."

The person who responded was not very interested, and his thoughts were still in the annoyance that she had made a wrong note when she played just now.

The other was faintly excited: "By the way, when I came out, I seemed to hear that no one was asked to go in. It was said that someone came to the stage temporarily."

"Who's on stage?"

"It's just inside. Maybe you're blowing shit. Some masters are going to show it on stage to purify your ears."

"Can you not fall into the trap?!!"

The girl's suppressed angry voice finally dissipated in the wind.

Song Wenting's footsteps stopped, she was led by the girl, and she didn't go in through the door just now.

Instead, he went around to the back door.

It was dark inside, and it was impossible to see clearly.

The heavy door was pulled open by the girl, who motioned her to go in.

There is only one side of the light shining on the stage in front, and a tall and straight figure stands in the warm yellow warmth.

Song Wenting stared at that side without moving for a long time.

The man held that handsome face, as if he had a premonition, his eyes crossed the darkness and wrapped her directly.

Lifting the hanging arm, Song Wenting saw the violin in his hand clearly.

The peach blossom eyes fluttered, the knuckle wearing the wedding ring gripped the strings, and he chuckled lightly.

Attack directly.

Strong and flamboyant emotions rushed to his face, dragging Song Wenting into his first encounter in the first year of high school.

Still stunning and unrestrained, the sound of the piano lingered in the air, causing Song Wenting to stop thinking.

His black hair was dyed blond, and his soft temperament was neutralized in a wanton way. He didn't close his eyes, and even after the sound started, he never took his eyes off Song Wenting.

The heartbeat began to turn slowly and quickly following his mood, thumping, thumping, pounding on her fingertips, numb and itchy.

After many years, she heard the sound of the piano again.

More than three minutes of the song ended in a sharp and bright place, which made Song Wenting's heart tremble.

The dust floated slightly in the air, and no one spoke for a long time.

Until his sloppy voice sounded: "So shameless?"

Everyone returned to their senses, and then sparse applause sounded, and some people began to compliment: "I can't think of Mr. Ji hiding very deeply."

"I looked at it, and the score should be comparable to that of Song Wenting."

"Mr. Ji, you should be in the mentor team."

In the polite and respectful joke, Ji Yanzhou always stared at the woman at the back door.

He interrupted them quickly, tugging at the corners of his lips: "I'm not telling you, but asking her."

"..."

A dozen or so pairs of eyes looked over, and Song Wenting shuddered.

Hearing Ji Yanzhou ask again, he said, "Mr. Song, are you so disrespectful?"

The deep voice penetrated to the eardrum.

Song Wenting was slightly stunned, but after realizing that everyone was looking at her, she subconsciously raised her hand and gave a few symbolic pats.

"..."

A hoarse voice was heard clearly, and Yu Sheng, who was sitting behind the banquet boat in the crowd, asked, "Mr. Ji, the reason you participated as a student is because of Mrs. Ji?"

In Song Wenting's unrecovered mood, the man responded: "Yes."

His eyes were dark, and if he had the substance to grab Song Wenting, he continued: "Because she acted like a baby with me and said she wanted to listen to it again. So, in order to satisfy my family's desire to listen."

He said this to her, "Are you satisfied?"

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