In the backstage powder room of the top international concert hall.

Both cell phones rang at the same time.

After answering the call, the two people hung up the phone, looked at each other in a daze.

The boy in his early twenties looked pretty and said to the girl who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and fashionable clothes, "Sister Xiang Qing, Mr. Big..."

The girl named Xiang Qing nodded and said calmly: "I'm the phone number that my aunt hung up."

"What should I do? The young man is still on stage." The boy was anxious.

"Chang Su, let's go ahead and wait." Xiang Qing said as he walked out of the dressing room first, and his high heels hit the marble floor with a crisp sound.

Chang Su hurriedly followed.

The two walked to the stage curtain, and the staff came over to signal to the two not to make any sound.

Nodding to the count, turning his eyes to the stage—

On the dazzling stage, the concert has come to an end, and the performer in Baixiao is playing the last song.

It seemed as if to filter out all the noises, the concerto's symphony orchestra stopped, leaving only the performer's zither sound.

The prose made of tortoiseshell wrapped around the player's fingertips, touching the slender strings lightly and quickly. Every time they touched, flowers-like ripples appeared on the strings.

The ripples gradually dissipated, as if drizzle fell in the mountain stream and resonated with the clear spring, and as if the lonely geese were passing through the sky and echoing the flat ground.

The drizzle drizzle keeps clear, the lonely geese disappear deep in the blue clouds, and the ringing rings go away... until they are silent, but it is a dreamy and wonderful place.

The aftertaste is endless, and the sound of the lingering sound is lingering. After a long time, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Amid the applause, the performer stood up gently and bowed deeply to the audience.

He raised his body, his eyes quietly falling down the stage, his gentle face exuded dazzling brilliance, and the smile at the corners of his lips was like ripples on the strings, intense and invisible.

Standing on the magnificent stage, he was covered with a layer of sorrow like a thin smoke, making him look like a sense of nobility from the outside world.

The young and handsome performers came from China and brought oriental instruments, which made this music hall that witnessed the journey of Chinese folk music to the world continue to boil. Until the young performers walked off the stage, applause from audiences of different skin colors continued.

Qin Xiaojin walked to the side of the platform and saw his agent Xiang Qing and his assistant Chang Su were already waiting there. Both of them looked worried.

"Ozu, something happened." Xiang Qing's face, which had bright eyes, white teeth, had always loved to smile, and was so sad that she could do her best.

Chang Suze cried and said, "Mr., the old man has passed away."

Qin Xiaojin's body trembled, and the thin smoke-like sorrow instantly turned into thick fog, wrapping him from head to feet.

"I just called in China ten minutes ago, and Chang Su and I both received it."

"The aunt hung up the phone number for Sister Xiang Qing. Here is the phone number... the eldest gentleman hung up the phone number."

Chang Su's voice was obviously weaker when he talked about "Mr. Big".

Qin Shanhai, the son of the old man of the Qin family, is the "big gentleman" mentioned by Chang Su, and the "aunt" mentioned by Chang Su is the old man's daughter Qin Hu.

As for Changsun Qin Xiaojin, everyone calls him "Mr. Little Mr.".

The Qin family is a Guzheng family and the best among the top ten zither schools; the old man Qin Chuan is a giant in the zither world and is known as the number one guzheng person in China. He is not only the leader of the Yunzheng revival, but also plays a major role in promoting the Chinese Guzheng to the world. [Note]

Now, the old man is gone.

The zheng class lost a superstar, and he lost his only grandfather.

"Ozu," Xiang Qing held Qin Xiaojin's hand, and the delicate jade hand playing the zither was cold as water at the moment, "I have already booked the fastest flight."

The tears in his eyes were like a tide coastline rising higher and higher in his eyes, and his bright and charming face became blurred in his wet vision.

In her warm and concerned gaze, he couldn't even nod.

Late at night, the flight that lasted more than ten hours finally arrived at Yuncheng Airport.

In the underground parking lot, Qin Xiaojin got into the small car that Qin's family came to pick him up.

Xiang Qing stood outside the car and looked at Qin Xiaojin worriedly: "Ozu, let me accompany you back."

Ozu hasn't been back to that home for ten years, so she is worried.

"No, you are tired too, go home and rest early." Qin Xiaojin said, with his eyes retracted from Xiang Qing and looked at Chang Su.

Chang Su stood beside Xiang Qing, and compared with Xiang Qing, he was much calmer.

After taking care of the young man's diet and daily life for many years, he had already figured out the young man's temper.

The young man seems to be gentle, but he is the most stubborn person. He cannot force himself to do anything he doesn't want to.

He wanted to go back to the Qin family alone, but if he didn't want them to follow him, Chang Su would never follow him.

"Don't worry, little sir, I will escort your luggage to the hotel safely." Chang Su said neatly without waiting for Qin Xiaojin to speak.

The young gentleman's performance costumes are very expensive, and the performance of zither is even more valuable. When he was with the young gentleman, he was a little assistant. When the young gentleman was not there, he was a bodyguard to ensure the safety of those belongings.

So don’t look at his thin body, he is good at kung fu.

Xiang Qing tilted his head to look at Chang Su, staring at Xing Feng and said unhappy: "Chang Su, did you help Ozu book a hotel without hiding it?"

Even if you don’t go back for ten years, it’s still home. How can you stay in a hotel when you get home?

Qin Family Villa is located in the most expensive villa area in Yuncheng. It is the largest and most luxurious villa in the villa area. The garden alone occupies an area of ​​a small botanical garden. Can't you have a room to accommodate the most precious grandson?

"Qing girl, don't worry, I will take Ozu home safely." The driver Lao Zhang poked his head out of the driver's window.

The Xiang family and the Qin family are family friends. Xiang Qing’s parents are both Qin Shanhai’s childhood friends. As Lao Zhang, who has been a driver in the Qin family for the rest of his life, grew up watching Xiang Qing grow up.

Xiang Qing wanted to say something, but the window in the back seat of the car had already rolled up, and she could only watch the car take Qin Xiaojin away.

The temperature in Yuncheng was a little low late at night, and it was raining in the sky, and the neon lights all over the city lost their color in the rain.

The car was driving on a secluded avenue, and the neon lights were getting farther and the sycamore trees on both sides gently waved their branches and leaves in the wind and rain.

The sound of the car window rolling down suddenly came from the back seat. Lao Zhang glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Qin Xiaojin quietly looking out the window. In the dim light, he was wearing white clothes and a cold face, like a jade sculpture.

The young man inherited the good looks of the eldest man.

Lao Zhang sighed in his heart and advised: "Sir, it's raining outside. It will be cold when you open the window..."

An autumn rain and a cold, the cold wind on a late autumn rainy night poured into the car window, and in just a moment, Lao Zhang felt a chill on his back.

"Brother Zhang, stop." Qin Xiaojin said.

Lao Zhang parked the car in confusion, and turned around and saw Qin Xiaojin taking an umbrella and opening the car door.

Qin Xiaojin held an umbrella and walked forward. The corner of his white windbreaker rolled up beautiful arcs in the wind, and his long and handsome back was a beautiful painting on a rainy night.

After not seeing each other for ten years, the young man's personality became more and more withdrawn.

Lao Zhang looked at Qin Xiaojin's back through the windshield in front of the car, muttering in his heart.

Lao Zhang thought that the artist liked to stroll on rainy nights, so he got on the bus when he was tired, but he found that Qin Xiaojin didn't seem to be taking a walk.

Qin Xiaojin was talking to a little boy not far ahead. The boy was only eight or nine years old. Because he didn't bring an umbrella, his hair and clothes were soaked. Qin Xiaojin was bent over and supported the umbrella on the boy.

It turned out that the young man got off the bus and went to do good deeds.

Lao Zhang felt a little guilty for his misunderstanding of Qin Xiaojin.

He got out of the car and prepared to pick up Qin Xiaojin, but when he held up the umbrella and looked up, the road was empty, and Qin Xiaojin and the little boy were gone.

Lao Zhang hurried over and shouted: "Little Mr.! Little Mr.!"

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Chapter completed!