The spacious and majestic performance hall is full.
The concert begins, and the ensemble begins.
The graceful music floats smoothly every corner of the hall, full of all kinds of wonders.
Sometimes it is quiet like morning flowers blooming, sometimes it is smooth like water flowing among mountains, sometimes it is elegant like clouds in the sky, making people fascinated.
Lan Yuchi took Mu Si's photo and looked at the empty seat next to him.
Musi, I hope you can feel it, and I will take you to enjoy the concert in the future.
He just held her photo and listened quietly.
He was really tired because he had sprinkled flowers on the helicopter all day.
When he heard a quiet and soft song, he unknowingly fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, but in a daze, he heard a very familiar piece of music, which was the Chinese song "Book of Liang".
The melodious and low violin sound floats around the audience like a dream, sad and sad.
It seems that people can see a heartbroken tragic scene, and the listener is sad.
The performer interpreted this sad love song to the fullest, and the sorrow that was as good as a song and sorrow made people cry.
The disintegrating melody kept sobbing from the performer's violin, making the audience around him calm in a state of sorrow and unable to come back to their senses for a long time.
After the song was over, the audience applause was thunderous and it was not calmed down for a long time.
Lan Yuchi was awakened and opened his eyes in a daze.
The performers on the stage bowed to the audience and walked to the back of the stage.
Lan Yuchi's eyes flashed across the figure on the stage, and the blood in his heart suddenly seemed to condense, and suddenly lost all his heartbeats.
Why is the figure of the performer on the stage so similar to Mu Si...
He felt that he had just woken up and was a little confused, so he shook his head suddenly.
When his eyes fell on her again, the feeling was as strong as a ray of light.
Unfortunately, because he booked the tickets before the opening, all his positions were not very good, far from the stage, and he could only see the figure of a woman on the stage, and her face was not clear.
But the woman's figure was exactly the same as Mu Si, and her figure was the same regardless of body shape, height, or even her posture when she was walking.
Although she couldn't see her facial features clearly, the outline on her face seemed to be made from the same mold as Mu Si, without any deviation.
His nerves cramped in an instant. Could it be that Mu Si...
He immediately ran towards the backstage quickly.
Because this solo was the last song, the audience had already begun to leave the seat, and the moving crowd hindered Lan Yuchi's speed.
It took him a lot of effort to get to the backstage.
But the day after tomorrow there are more than a dozen rooms, lounges, powder room, and musical instrument room...
He had no idea which room she had entered, and he was immediately confused.