Fang Yi and Anders just went out and saw the car parked steadily in front of their house, and couldn't help but stop.
"Yi! Anders, it's getting late, let's go quickly." Artur stuck his head out of the window and waved to Fang Yi.
Nodding slightly at this man, Fang Yi thought to himself as he walked towards his car: You know it's getting late? Is this how you can come earlier? He got into the car and looked at Anders sitting in the passenger seat.
Okay, Fang Yi started the car and drove behind Altur's car towards the concert hall.
In the parking lot of the concert hall, Fang Yi found a seat and parked the car. He opened the door and got out of the car. While buttoning his suit, he turned his head to look for his two friends and their daughters.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Artur standing not far away waving to him, while Rude was chatting with a woman in her early thirties wearing a white outfit next to her.
Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this woman, because this woman and Rude's artistic aesthetics can be said to be completely opposite to each other. She is not tall, and compared with Rude next to her, she is only less than 1.7 meters tall, and her figure is relatively small.
She is also slim and has a long face. She definitely doesn't have the candied haws figure like Rude's usual models.
"Yi, Anders! This is Angela, my friend I just met, a female photographer." Rude watched Fang Yi walk over and introduced the only one among the four of them that Fang Yi and Anders didn't know.
.
They shook hands with Angela one by one, and the group of people walked towards the entrance of the concert hall.
Since it was a surprise, Fang Yi did not choose a private room in the concert hall. Who knew when Zheng Yuan would find him sitting in that private room that seemed to be hanging in mid-air? He sat down directly in the middle of the first row, just to
Let Zheng Yuan see herself. As for the concert without Zheng Yuan Fang Yi, how could there be such leisurely elegance?
Fang Yi didn't know that there was no priority in the rows of seats during symphony performances, but Zheng Yuan was very easy to find among these people. She was only four or five meters away from Fang Yi's seat.
Zheng Yuan, who was sitting on a folding chair, sat quietly according to his usual habit. He flipped through the music score in front of him and then scanned the audience in the concert hall. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Anders smiling at him.
He raised his hand and glanced briefly, and found that not only Anders, but also the Kesima family and Altur's family were here, and Fang Yi was sitting among these people and raised his head happily to himself.
Put your right hand in front of your chest, put the four fingers together and quickly bend to wave.
She didn't expect that Fang Yi would come to listen to her concert. Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi's smiling face and was stunned for a second or two before coming back to her senses. She also raised her hand towards Fang Yi. She put it on her lap and waved slightly covertly.
wave.
A violinist next to him saw Zheng Yuan's movements and followed his line of sight to see Fang Yi sitting under the stage with a smile on his face.
"Zheng! Is this your boyfriend, that painter?" The woman's gossip arose. When she saw Fang Yi, she tilted her head in the direction of Zheng Yuan and asked softly.
"Yeah! And his friends," Zheng Yuan said sweetly in her heart.
"You're really handsome!" The violinist praised Fang Yi and then saw Anders, who was sitting next to Fang Yi and looked up at the surroundings in boredom.
He looked at it twice and asked: "The one sitting on the left is also his friend?" He looked at Zheng Yuan and nodded and asked: "He is also very handsome, what does he do and does he have a girlfriend? Where will you go after the performance?
Play?".
Zheng Yuan took a look and said to her colleague: "His name is Anders. He already has a girlfriend, a French actor! After the performance, he will go home and where else can he go."
After saying this, the conductor turned his head and bowed slightly to the audience, and the audience in the concert hall immediately applauded.
Fang Yi, who was sitting in the audience, also knew that the concert was about to begin. He clapped his hands along with everyone, but his eyes were still on Zheng Yuan.
After listening to it for a while, Fang Yi understood why many people like to go to the concert hall to listen to the symphony live. The effect and atmosphere of the scene are not comparable to his own set of high-end speakers.
After watching it for about ten minutes, Fang Yi felt that the whole band looked a little funny with just this conductor, standing alone on the small stage of the stage, holding a small stick in his hand and waving it around. And at a certain point, it would shut down.
He raised his eyes and looked intoxicated. As a layman, Fang Yi certainly couldn't understand the important position of a conductor in an orchestra. He just found this conductor who kept shaking his head and waving his hands like cramps very interesting.
After listening to a concert, Fang Yi spent more than half of the time looking at Zheng Yuan, and the other half at the conductor who looked a bit like he had been electrocuted from time to time. Finally, he found something different from the concert.
fun.
After waiting for the performance to end, Zheng Yuan packed up his things and quickly walked out of the concert hall with his big finger piano. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Fang Yi waiting for him.
"Why did you come to listen to the symphony today?" Zheng Yuan walked to Fang Yi's side and directly put her arm around Fang Yi and asked.
Fang Yi kissed Zheng Yuan lightly on the cheek: "You used to accompany me in the studio, today I just want to give you a surprise!" After saying that, he took out the car key from his pocket and waved it to Zheng Yuan.
: "Let's go home!".
Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yishou's key and asked, "Where's Beavis? Where's Anders and the others?".
"They left first. Beavis drove back with Anders in the car I drove. Why are we still hanging around after these sets have been used up?" Fang Yi threw away the keys in his hand and led Zheng Yuan towards the parking lot.
He said as he walked.
"One of my colleagues wants to get to know Anders?" Zheng Yuan asked Fang Yi while walking, dragging her colleague who played the violin.
"Anders?" Fang Yi turned to look at Zheng Yuan: "If you had told me earlier, I would have called him back." After speaking, he took out the phone in his pocket, took it out and put it back: "This
What he did made me feel like he was a pimp!".
Zheng Yuan happily took Fang Yi's arm and the two got into the car while chatting.
As soon as Fang Yi's car drove out of the parking lot, Zheng Yuan, who was sitting next to him, asked: "How was it? What do you think of listening to the concert live?".
"It's very good! It sounds much better than what I heard in the studio. But your conductor is very interesting." Fang Yi said, holding the steering wheel and shaking: "It's like an electric shock. I was stunned."
More than an hour is really rare."
Zheng Yuan couldn't help laughing when she saw Fang Yi holding the steering wheel and twisting his body: "That's what you said." Zheng Yuan didn't give a detailed explanation to Fang Yi, the outsider, and just watched Fang Yixue commanding him.
Laughing non-stop.
"What's wrong?" After laughing for a while, he saw Fang Yi parked the car on the side of the road, and then looked out the window. Following Fang Yi's line of sight, he saw a girl coming from the front. A girl is nothing, and there are also black girls here.
It's common, but this person is only wearing a windbreaker, and when the breeze blows when the windbreaker is open, the whole windbreaker floats behind him, but the inside is naked.
Fang Yi stopped the car not to look at the naked black girl, but was attracted by the confidence on the girl's face and body. With her gray windbreaker and slightly darker skin, she could easily tell that she was walking on the sidewalk.
He is a mixed-race black man, the proportions of the girl's body are just average, and the feet are ugly
The sky is quite high, a full dozen centimeters. "Chiluo"'s body was just exposed to the night. She raised her head and looked straight at the road ahead. The eyes around her looking at her didn't put any pressure on her.
, it seems that at this moment the only people around who are wearing clothes are naked.
After waiting for the naked black girl to pass by the car, Fang Yicai started the car again.
"What's so good about this?" Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi and asked, with no sign of anger on his face. How many people had Fang Yi seen naked? It made Fang Yi stop the car and look at it twice.
The three minutes itself made Zheng Yuan feel a little curious.
"Confidence!" Fang Yi restarted the car and drove into the driveway. Before he could finish his words, he heard the siren behind him and remembered, and after saying "Damn it," he stopped the car on the side of the road again.
He rolled down the window and waited for the police behind him to come over.
"Driver's license!" A white policeman looked at Fang Yi and said to Fang Yi. He took the driver's license from Fang Yi's hand and turned it over: "Did you know you can't park here?".
"I'm sorry!" Fang Yi apologized quickly, because this matter was really his fault. But when he looked up at the police officer, Fang Yi felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood, but Fang Yi didn't think much about it.
, sitting in the car looking at the white police officer with a smile on his face.
The white police officer looked at Fang Yi for less than two seconds, took out a notebook from his pocket, and issued a ticket to Fang Yi. After issuing the ticket, the police officer turned around and left Fang Yi's car.
Fang Yi threw the penalty in front of the car and turned the car into the lane again.
The white policeman watched Fang Yi's car enter the driveway, patted the steering wheel, and then drove the car into the driveway.
Fang Yi, who is used to living in a capitalist society, is not afraid of the police, because his lawyer is not hired for nothing, and paying so much lawyer fees every year is equivalent to raising a vicious dog.
I don’t know that if I drove a Toyota or something like that today, I would definitely be taken out of the car by this policeman who was in a bad mood, and then he would put his hands on the roof of the car and do some fiddling with it, posing in a few shapes and so on.
Of course, Fang Yi was at fault in the first place, and it was the police's right to take Fang Yi out. But when facing a person driving a Bentley Continental, when the police use this power,
You need to weigh some of the criteria. Don't talk about equality and inequality at this time. People who drive Toyota generally don't have the money to torment you, the police officer, but people who can afford a Continental definitely have the strength to hire a good lawyer to find fault.
From the moment the police officer gets out of the police car, he will look at all his actions carefully with a magnifying glass. If anything goes wrong, these lawyers will make you feel good for a while.
Of course, Fang Yi was not thinking about the policeman's displeasure. Instead, he was thinking about the streaking girl who made his eyes light up just now. Her confidence or defiance touched Fang Yi very much and made Fang Yi feel like her first
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