Fu Diao looked at the people who had just entered in the distance and couldn't help but laugh.

These people are his acquaintances. Although they don't know each other at all, they don't even know each other's names, and they have never talked to each other, but they are indeed acquaintances.

They had just met less than an hour ago.

In front of Fu Tiao, he discussed the issue of buying tickets for Fu Tiao's concert, and then said that he would go to Fu Tiao to get his autograph.

The bass among them also sang in front of me. If I remember correctly, the name of the piece should be...

"Do you want to dance? My little earl"

This is a very famous aria in The Marriage of Figaro. It is often used in artistic examinations. Not only that, it is also often sung.

So Fu Tiao still has some impression of this group of people.

Especially when they said they wanted to find me, I stood behind them, and they ran away without even looking at me.

Fu Diao feels a little funny now that he thinks about it.

He looked at the group of people and couldn't help but smile and nodded, and said with a smile: "Good afternoon, we meet again."

"ah?"

The excited crowd couldn't help but be stunned when they heard Fu Diao's voice, and even stuttered a lot when speaking.

They looked at each other in disbelief, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

What was Fu Diao just saying?

What does it mean to meet again?

Have they met somewhere before?

The leader seemed to be the more outgoing group. Seeing the confused expressions on his companions' faces, he couldn't help but clear his throat, looked at Fu Diao tentatively, and asked him.

"Um, Teacher Fu Tiao, have we... seen you somewhere before? I'm sorry, I don't seem to have any impression."

"It's normal to have no impression, but in terms of time, it was just an hour ago. We just met."

"Ah? An hour ago?"

The man was also dumbfounded. They had just met an hour ago.

But why don't they have any impression at all?

Seeing the confused and overwhelmed expressions on everyone's faces, Fu Diao couldn't help but laugh easily and added once again to everyone.

"As for the location, it's at the station. It should be King's Cross Station. To be more precise, it's under my poster. You were looking at my poster in that place and asked me to sign it."

"King's Cross..." The man muttered a few words silently, and then his pupils couldn't help but dilate, and he said in disbelief: "King's Cross? Did we meet at King's Cross?"

"Yes, I was standing over there before you came, standing behind a few of you, and I didn't come here until I heard you leave."

After hearing Fu Tiao's words, all those people were stunned and froze on the spot, not knowing what they should do.

When they were discussing Fu Diao an hour ago, Fu Diao was actually standing behind them?

Then didn't everything they said about Fu Diao reach Fu Diao's ears?

One of the girls' face instantly turned red, then turned white, and then turned a little darker.

The changes in his face are extremely obvious and interesting.

She was the one who said that Fu Tiao was not qualified to go to the Royal Albert Hall. When she heard that Fu Tiao was standing behind them, she immediately realized that Fu Tiao had heard her saying bad things about him at that time.

this matter?

What would Fu Tiao think of her?

Will he hold a grudge against her?

Not just her, but others too.

They looked at each other with confusion and uneasiness in their eyes, and began to think crazily about what they had said before.

Did you ever scold Fu Tiao at that time? Or say something like Fu Tiao was not good?

Don't let Fu Diao hear these words when the time comes, it will be a disaster.

After all, we are all human, and it is easy to speak without thinking.

Not everyone is a saint and can be liked by everyone.

Just like if you were criticizing Lang Langyue behind his back, it was entirely possible that you would scold him a few times inadvertently.

For example, he is really bad at playing Chopin, but his Liszt is still good.

Who knows whether Lang Liangyue will keep this Chopin playing badly in mind and tell you something when we meet again.

"Don't you think I suck? Then you come?"

They didn't know if they had ever said anything bad about Fu Tiao.

The person in charge next to him watched Fu adjust the group of people with great interest.

Although I couldn't understand what they were talking about, from the looks of it, those people came here to chase stars.

I just don't know why they are so nervous.

The person in charge thought for a while and felt that it would be better not to get involved in the matter between the two of them, so he smiled and waved the document in his hand at Fu Tiao.

"Fu, I'm leaving first. You can take a look at the schedule at the door. There are specific concert times there. If you have any questions, you can ask the man at the door. If he can't solve it, you can come back to me. I look forward to it.

Your concert.”

"Okay, have a nice day."

"Also, I wish you a wonderful day."

The man waved and left.

After Fu Diao watched him leave with a smile, he turned to look at those people who were racking their brains to think about whether they had offended him, and couldn't help but spread his hands.

"Don't be too nervous. I can't remember exactly what you said. I just feel that fate is a bit clever."

"Um, the ingenuity of fate?"

The leader was puzzled and didn't quite understand why Fu Tiao said fate was clever.

Is there anything clever about this?

Fu Tiao explained to everyone: "I just saw my poster, and when I was about to leave, I heard you guys coming over to discuss my concert, and then asked if you could find me to ask for my autograph. You didn't realize that I was with you at all.

Behind you."

"As a result, when I arrived at Cadogan Hall, I was about to leave when you came."

"You say...isn't fate a bit strange?"

Everyone looked at each other, they didn't expect such a coincidence at all.

Fu Diao looked at everyone and couldn't help but ask.

"Speaking of which, how did you come to find me in this place?"

"It's nothing. We just asked people in our student group if anyone had seen you, but no one responded. We happened to be walking nearby and thought we couldn't attend your concert anyway, so we might as well come

Take a look at the concert hall, just... I didn’t expect to encounter it."

"That's right, then it's indeed a coincidence."

Fu Diao looked at everyone and smiled easily. He didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and asked.

"Aren't you guys here to come to me for autographs? Do you still want to sign now? If not, I'm going to leave."

"Sign! Sign, sign, sign!"

Hearing Fu Diao's voice, everyone finally got over their previous self-doubts and ran forward extremely excitedly. They took out the things they wanted Fu Diao to sign from their schoolbags and handed them to Fu Diao.

Almost without exception, everything is music score.

Except for one person who took a piece of music by Rachmaninov, the others all gave him works by Chopin.

When Fu Diao was signing his autograph, he took an extra look at the burly man, the one who sang the bass before, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Huh? I remember you don't sing bass? Why do you also have Chopin's music scores?"

"Hey, hey hey, I just went to the music store next door to buy sheet music. Because I don't know much about Chopin, I can only find a random copy. After you sign it, Mr. Fu Diao, I will take it home for my collection."

The bass man smiled innocently, touched his head, and said to Fu Tiao.

He also didn't expect that the bass voice he sang could be remembered by Fu Diao.

But precisely because of this, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"By the way... Mr. Fu Diao, you actually remember that I sang? Can I ask you what you think of the excerpt I just sang? What do you think of my singing? I'm more curious about this."

"The excerpt you sang?"

After Fu Diao signed everyone's names, he looked at the bass and couldn't help but raise his head and think about it, then shook his head slightly.

"Not as good as my college classmates, but not bad."
To be continued...