There is no one in seat ten, only a name tag: Anonymous.
Shen Xiansong looked away.
The principal sat on the other side of Shen Xiansong, always accompanying the old man.
At this time, Shen Ruojing just went to get a glass of warm water.
She never buys mineral water to drink when she is out.
She carries a thermos cup with wolfberry soaked in it and strictly abides by the old-age care regimen.
After receiving the water, she returned to the scene. When she walked towards the VIP area, she found that there were more people in the VIP area.
She didn't care. She glanced across the first row and saw the old man in Mao suit.
Shen Ruojing raised his eyebrows, not expecting to meet him again here.
When she was about to walk over, two staff members suddenly passed by and chatted as they walked:
"Yun Yiheng is so pitiful. All the people in his band have been robbed."
"I just came from the dressing room backstage. I heard that he was afraid that someone would tamper with his piano, so he even carried it to the toilet..."
Shen Ruojing paused in his steps.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then turned and walked backstage.
In the dressing room backstage.
Yun Yiheng held the guqin and sat coldly on the sofa.
Wen Yuyi brought her own band and occupied a large area. Many bands from the competition came to get close to her, which was very lively.
The two sides are clearly distinct and the contrast is obvious.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Qian Nanyin strode in.
Behind him were several waiters, pushing a dining cart with milk tea and cakes on it.
As soon as he entered the door, he immediately said: "Thank you everyone for your hard work. I will give you some food. Take whatever flavor you like."
Everyone looked at the dining car one after another, and then went to get drinks and cakes one by one.
There will be a banquet at six o'clock, and we just went on stage to rehearse. Everyone hasn't had dinner, and they are really hungry now.
After taking the food, they all looked at Qian Nanyin and said:
"Thank you Mr. Qian!"
"Mr. Qian is so generous!"
"We took advantage of classmate Wen Yuyi today!"
Qian Nanyin took out a black forest cake and a cup of milk tea and handed them to Wen Yuyi, and said with a smile: "Everyone takes care of Yuyi a lot, so today I thank you all, feel free to eat!"
"Yu Yi, your fiancé is so kind to you!"
"He is rich and handsome. Where can I find such a fiancé?"
But some people hesitated: "How do I remember that Mr. Qian seems to be Yun Yiheng's brother-in-law?"
As soon as these words came out, the scene was quiet for a moment.
Qian Nanyin sighed, "Miss Yun has climbed to a high branch, how can she still like me? She is now engaged to the Bai family in Kyoto."
Someone next to me immediately said: "Isn't that too much?"
Qian Nanyin lowered his eyes: "If you go to higher places, you can understand what is too much. But I still want to thank Yuyi for not giving up on me when I was at my lowest."
In one sentence, Wen Yuyi and he occupied the highest moral point.
Everyone in the room was immediately moved by their beautiful love.
Everyone congratulated them one after another, and some people said: "After tonight, Mr. Shen will definitely like Mr. Wen Yuyi. The Bai family in Kyoto cannot compare with the Shen family. If you lose sesame seeds, you will gain watermelons!"
Wen Yuyi had a smile on her face.
She suddenly looked at Yun Yiheng, walked over and said, "Yun Yiheng, you haven't had dinner either, go get something to eat."
Yun Yiheng hugged his Qin and refused coldly: "No need."
Wen Yuyi sighed: "Actually, you don't have to hold your guqin. No one will destroy your qin. And there are many guqins here. We can't destroy them all, right? You really don't need to be so cautious."
Yun Yiheng sneered: "Can those things compare to the guqin in my hand?"
This one was made by Qing Dai herself!
But as soon as the words came out, someone immediately said in a strange tone: "I don't understand that some people have paranoia about being persecuted, have no strength, and are worried that others will damage their piano... We are in school, but no one
Use such despicable means!"
"Even if you give him a Fuxi Qin, if he can't win first place, he still can't win. I really don't understand what he is thinking. Isn't it too bad to think too badly of people?"
Yun Yiheng raised his eyes and scanned the people who were talking, and sneered: "I am guarding against villains, not gentlemen. What are you excited about? Is it possible that someone really wants to destroy my piano?"
The speaker choked.
The rest of the band couldn't help but say:
"Yun Yiheng just likes his piano, why should he be more careful?"
"That's right..."
Qian Nanyin sneered: "Yun Yiheng, what kind of piano can make you so precious? The Yun family left all the money to your sister as a dowry, so you have no money? Tell me, and I will buy ten for you.
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Yun Yiheng narrowed his eyes: "Tsk, it's a blind thing, no wonder my sister doesn't want it."
Qian Nanyin's face suddenly darkened: "Yun Yiheng, your sister is a bastard. You don't know what means you used to force the Bai family to marry her. What are you proud of here?"
Yun Yiheng's face turned dark immediately. The young and energetic boy stood up suddenly, rushed to Qian Nanyin, and punched him on the nose: "Keep your mouth clean!"
"Fuck!" Qian Nanyin was angry after being beaten in front of so many people, "How dare you hit me?!"
Yun Yiheng sneered: "Let's fight. What can you do? One-on-one?"
Although Yun Yiheng is thin, he is tall and has been exercising. Qian Nanyin has been pampered since childhood. Who is his opponent?
He choked for a moment.
At this moment, Wen Yuyi suddenly shouted: "Stop fighting, there are all pianos here, what should I do if I accidentally touch them?"
Qian Nanyin suddenly thought of something. He suddenly picked up a chair from the side and smashed it at Yun Yiheng's guqin: "I will smash your guqin today!"
When Yun Yiheng stood up to hit someone, he carefully placed his guqin on the sofa.
Now, Qian Nanyin rushed over and smashed the piano. Even if he stopped him, Qian Nanyin's chair could still hit the piano.
In the flash of lightning, Yun Yiheng stretched out his arm to stop the piano almost instinctively.
"Bang!"
The wooden chair hit his arm and hand, causing him to feel a sharp pain shooting through his fingers. He endured the pain and pushed the person away, protecting the guqin.
But the next moment, I heard someone next to me exclaim: "Yun Yiheng, your hand!"
hand……
Yun Yiheng lowered his head and saw blood sliding down his fingers.
"Tick."
Red blood fell to the ground, making his brain explode.
A staff member subconsciously shouted: "Yun Yiheng, your hands...how can you play the piano?! How can you compete!"
This is what Shen Ruojing saw when he walked in.
...too late!
She rushed to Yun Yiheng's side and checked his injuries...