Chengxiang's VIP room is divided into two rooms.

In the outer hall sat a few tables of tonight's stage performers, orchestra members, and staff.

The young smiles all reveal all kinds of joy, and today is a day worth celebrating.

At least judging by the reaction from the scene, TheFourSeasons' domestic debut was a success.

They celebrate for music.

...

In the inner hall of the palatial VIP hall, the crowd dressed in Lido is also pushing glasses and changing lamps.

"Congratulations to Cai Zhi. ”

A well-dressed middle-aged man held a goblet and said kindly: "Very wonderful performance." ”

With the speech of the Asian marketing director of EMI Records, everyone present stood up and raised their glasses.

"Conductor Cai is young and promising, and the future of the domestic classical music market can count on you, haha. ”

"Cai Song, this cup brother respects you, if you have time to take your troupe to our theater to perform, the price is yours." ”

“cheers。 ”

“cheers。 ”

Although he knew that these were all polite words on the scene, Cai Song still smiled and picked up a glass again: "Thank you for your love, this cup is for you." ”

Anyway, look up and do it all.

"Good!"

One person applauded.

Then another person stood up, "I salute Cai's command for this cup." ”

One cup after another, after a while, Cai Song had already drunk no less than five cups.

However, the toasters continued to walk.

Jiang Yuzhen couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly got up to block the wine.

I didn't know that she stood up again.

"Big star, I salute you for this cup. ”

"Thank you Mr. Li for your sponsorship, I should respect you for this cup. ”

In the laughter of everyone, Cai Song leaned sideways into the other party's ear: "Just this cup, don't drink it anymore, be obedient." ”

After that, he continued to smile and drank the toasted wine one by one.

The art exhibition has become a wine hall in the blink of an eye.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone's attention was no longer on Cai Song, and they started talking.

"Director Chen, what do you think about the contract?"

Cai Song's voice was not loud, just enough for the two people on his side to hear.

Jiang Yuzhen blushed and pricked up her ears.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the wine table for a moment, "Everyone is happy today, don't talk about business." ”

Cai Song's heart sank, "Then you see?"

"Wait until this contest is over. ”

The middle-aged man raised his glass again as he spoke, "I wish the Gu Orchestra a good ranking first." ”

Long.

"Thank you. ”

Cai Song gently picked up the wine glass, couldn't see the look on his face, simply touched the other party's wine glass, and drank it again.

The middle-aged man smiled and gently leaned into Cai Song's ear: "The whole company is watching." ”

"Do your own thing first, young man. ”

"Don't be in a hurry. ”

"At least personally, I appreciate your talent, you just need to adjust yourself a little bit more. ”

"There are some things that shouldn't be too mouthful. ”

Full of wine, with inexplicable depression.

Cai Song felt a little tired, he understood this set in Vanity Fair, but he didn't like it.

Didn't like it at all.

He just wanted to make his own music.

Sometimes he envies the person who can take the initiative to refuse DG's olive branch twice.

DG, that's the dream of all classical musicians.

He too, he also tried, but the other party's philosophy was completely contrary to his own.

The result was naturally a split between the two sides, and the other party could not accept their own neoclassical concept.

I don't want to let go of the persistence in my heart.

Until a person who seems to be willing to pay for his dream appears, but unfortunately the other party is a complete businessman.

"Talent, should it be realized?"

At this moment, Cai Song couldn't help but ask himself again.

Suddenly, a small cold hand grabbed his large hand from under the table.

...

A drinking party to find a venue ended in everyone's greetings.

...

It's still across the street.

"Xiao Yue, you heard the key words. "The fat man was already a little incoherent.

Qin Jian snatched the fat man's wine glass and scolded with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't drink it." ”

As he spoke, he turned his face to look at Ma Yue beside the fat man: "However, you can seriously consider my words, as long as you are willing to join at that time, the position of the chief clarinet of the orchestra will definitely be reserved for you." ”

Ma Yue nodded, "Okay brother key, thank you, I will think about it seriously." As he spoke, he wiped the corners of the fat man's mouth with a wet wipe.

Her answer was not casual, but everyone present could see that her mind was snuggling up to her chubby figure at the moment.

Qin Jian didn't know why, looking at this scene, he was a little moved in his heart.

He hopes to see it again years from now.

"Alright, that's all for today. ”

Dispelling the idea of chatting with the fat man at night, Qin Jian said, "Ma Yue, where is the house you rented? I'll send you back." ”

"Don't bother, Brother Jian, we live not far behind. ”

Qin Jian shook his head, "You don't understand. ”

As he spoke, he got up and grabbed the fat man's arm, and said with some difficulty: "Have you ever seen him drunk?"

Ma Yue shook his head: "Today is the first time I know that Zhao Yu can still drink." ”

"Hahaha, let's go, you can't clean it up yourself. ”

The two of them carried the fat man and left the food stall.

When I went out, in front of the glorious hall across the road, a group of people had just walked out.

Qin Jian's gaze immediately caught the figure in the crowd.

In the same way, the other party also noticed him.

Just across the street, the two men stared at each other for a moment.

Suddenly, the arm on his shoulder suddenly moved, "Brother Jian, where is Ma Yue?"

Qin Jian retracted his gaze: "She's here, let's go." ”

With a strain on their shoulders, the three of them walked towards the intersection.

When Cai Song was about to withdraw his gaze, he saw a surprised scene.

The figure in the white shirt slowly raised his left arm and gave a thumbs up in his direction under the night sky.

Yes, he read that right.

A thumbs up.

Cai Song suddenly felt relieved

"What's wrong?"

There was a soft voice of concern beside him.

"It's fine. ”

Looking at the three figures who disappeared at the intersection, Cai Song turned his head and said with a smile: "You go first, see you later." ”

Looking at the man who was smiling again, Jiang Yuzhen's heart was also relieved.

Whispered.

"See you later~"

...

After settling the fat man, Qin Jian left the fat man's house.

This is an old-fashioned community, with many small advertisements for renting houses on the dilapidated walls.

"3400 a month. ”

"No wonder. ”

Qin Jian sighed lightly.

Head to the path under the streetlights.

He needed to think quietly about something.

...

"Is this still an opera?"

The question had been haunting him all night.

...

The café on the corner is still open, the night movie theater is filled with waves of people coming in and out, and the group building in the distance is brightly lit.

Bustling metropolis, noisy nights.

A street that is not long, Qin Jian walks back and forth, walking with time.

Suddenly, he stopped at the pre-dawn dawn.

"If the purpose of a work is to tell a good story, and you listen to it, you are shocked, or it makes you think, then he succeeds. ”

Qin Jian seemed to have found the answer.

"So, it's a good story. ”

"But it's not opera. ”

"Whew. ”

Looking at the white belly of the fish on the horizon, a familiar scene.

Qin Jian couldn't help but take out his phone and look at the date again.

"Today is the 6th of December. ”

"Album release. ”

"It seems like a memorable day. ”

Qin Jian hesitated, and couldn't help but glance at the date on his phone.

"It's December 6th. ”

Long.

...

"It's been a year. ”

"Chris. ”