Three days before the concert, Song Qingge arrived in the capital and stayed in a hotel under Huang Shuhui's arrangement. At that time, Adele was still abroad.

In this recital, Song Qingge, as a guest, will play two pieces, one solo and the other with Adele. In order to ensure the live effect on the day of the performance, Adele's instructor Fei Man deliberately went to the capital in advance to give guidance to Song Qingge.

Because he had spent a lot of time practicing, Song Qingge was quite proficient in playing repertoire, but he was still a little nervous in front of Fei Man. After listening to her play the tune, Feyman raised her eyebrows in admiration, then asked her to tune the scale slightly, corrected the curvature of her hand when she played the piano, and told her what kind of posture she had to take in order to present her posture perfectly in front of the audience.

Before the rehearsal, Song Qingge saw Adele.

Due to the delay of the flight and the traffic jam in the capital, a lot of time was delayed, which made Adele's face ugly, and she scolded the assistant for the slightest mistake, while the economic man Jem was on the side, touching his nose and not speaking.

At that time, Huang Shuhui was about to take Song Qingge to see her, and when she saw this scene through the curtain, she turned around and whispered to Song Qing, "A master-level character, his temper will definitely not be too good." Miss Song, you have to pay special attention and don't mess with her. ”

"Hmm. Song Qingge nodded, feeling faintly furious in his heart.

When Huang Shuhui introduced Song Qingge to Adele, Adele had a calm face, her eyes swept over Song Qingge, and then she said to Jem mockingly, "You just found such a thin guy, looking at her like this, the wind can blow away, can you carry the cello?"

Adele spoke in French, and Song Qingge couldn't understand it, but looking at the way she spoke, it seemed that she was complaining about something.

Jem listened, and his face was sneering, "Adele...... Fiman listened to her play and said it was OK. He added, "She speaks English, and you can communicate with her in English." ”

Adele listened, snorted lightly, raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qingge, with a sneer on her lips, and said unceremoniously in English, "I'll listen to you play in ten minutes, if you can't meet my requirements, I'm sorry......" She shrugged her shoulders and waved her hands.

The meaning she wanted to express couldn't be too clear, and after Song Qingge understood, she said without humility or arrogance, "Then I'll go and prepare first." She didn't argue, she didn't argue, she knew that in front of a master-level figure, if she couldn't speak with strength, then any verbal justification would be useless.

Looking at her departing figure, Adele was slightly stunned, "This, what does she mean by this?"

"Adele," Jem raised his eyebrows, embarrassed, looking at the staff around him, and persuaded in French, "I told you a long time ago that I would ...... her Be gentle...... You admired her and liked her, so you invited her to be a guest, on the surface you should know her very well, but you forgot that you were her judge teacher. ”

"Oh hell!" Adele shook her head and said, "I don't have the slightest impression of her, you wrote it first, and I read it." She was quite impatient, "I'm not interested in accepting students, let alone being a teacher." ”

"Stop!" Jem frowned, but fortunately, they were in French, and the people next to him couldn't understand it, "Have you forgotten, why are we having a concert here......?"

"That's enough!" Adele's face was not very good, and she interrupted him and said angrily, "Jem, do you know what you say? If she plays too badly, she will drag me down to the whole concert." "She's internationally famous, and financial interests are naturally less important to her than her reputation, and she demands perfection in everything, and she doesn't want to mess up her first concert in China. I don't want to, because I was criticized for playing guests.

Song Qingge had already reached the back of the curtain, she took out the case from the corner, unzipped it, and took out the cello. She could vaguely hear their arguments, and although she didn't know what they were talking about, she could vaguely guess that what they were saying should be related to herself.

She was surprised, because the strangeness and disdain in Adele's eyes when she looked at her were completely different from the attitude in that invitation video. She hugged the cello and frowned, thinking that she was specially favored by God and had the opportunity to be a guest, but she never thought about it...... However, she didn't have time to worry at all, she was at ease, she stroked the cello, the sword was on the string, she had no way out, she had to send it.

When Song Qingge came over with a cello, Adele and Jem had already stopped arguing.

"You play solo first. Adele clasped her hands to her chest, a little impatient.

Song Qingge didn't speak, sat down, put the cello on his left shoulder, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes slightly, put the bow he was holding in his right hand on the string, and pulled it, and the music flowed out. For a moment, Adele's gaze moved to her.

This is an elegant and extremely clear Chinese song, Song Qingge's head is slightly off, his expression is focused, and the elegant arc when he pulls the bow with his right hand, the picture, quietly, that tune, makes Adele's frowning brows slowly loosen.

Song Qingge was too focused, and after finishing the song, she found that Adele was already sitting beside her, and she had already turned over the track, holding the piano in her left hand and the bow in her right hand. Next, the two played together, perhaps for the first time, Song Qingge was a little nervous, and there were some small flaws in a few places, but this time, Adele did not have a black face, but patiently helped her correct it. The two of them got together a few more times, but they were almost unusually tacit, and the music they pulled out was almost perfect.

After the ensemble, Adele didn't say anything, didn't even look at Song Qingge, and was busy rehearsing other repertoire.

In the evening, Song Qingge left the theater with her cello on her back, and the theater was only ten minutes away from the hotel where she was staying. After work is the peak time for the flow of people, she follows the flow of people, crosses the zebra crossing, crosses the block, and heads in the direction of the hotel.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, the streets and alleys of the capital, most of the shops are placed in different sizes and shapes of Christmas trees, many shops have people wearing Santa Claus costumes to solicit business, with cheerful Christmas songs, everywhere is filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

The cold wind in the face was slightly cold, Song Qingge put her hand into the pocket of her down jacket, she entered a noodle restaurant, sat in the booth in front of the street, and after gently putting down the piano case, she ordered a bowl of beef noodles. While she was waiting, she rested her hands on her chin and looked out the window boredly, and on the side of the street, there were many things selling for Christmas, such as hats, glow sticks, and apples in small gift boxes. In the flow of people, there are also occasional people dressed as Santa Claus selling things, and there are many young couples wearing Santa hats, holding hands and whispering intimately.

Just as Song Qingge was slightly distracted by the crowd, a Santa Claus walked up to her table and waved at her.

She turned around, and Santa Claus held a small gift box in his hand and handed it to her, and she looked up in surprise, this Santa Claus was very tall, not much like the one on the street outside.

Santa Claus handed it to her again with both hands.

"For me?" she gestured to herself.

Santa nodded.

Song Qingge hesitantly took the gift box, opened it and saw that it was an apple, she received the apple on Christmas Eve, and she was safe, she raised her head and thanked her with a smile, "Thank you." Then he asked, "How much?"

Santa Claus shook his head and waved his hand again, which means, no money.

At this time, the waiter brought beef noodles over, Santa Claus stepped aside, and when the waiter walked away, Song Qingge found that Santa Claus was no longer in the noodle shop. She didn't think much about it, she lowered her head and started to eat noodles, but the noodles were so spicy that she felt burning in her stomach after two bites, and she couldn't eat them anymore.

When Song Qingge left, he put the apple in his bag along with the gift box.

When he returned to the hotel, it was twilight, Song Qingge swiped the room card, entered the room, and just put the piano case down, he found something strange in the room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a small round table, on the table, there is a candlestick, freshly fried medium-rare steak, foie gras, dessert, red wine, wine glasses......

On the table, there is also a large gift box

Uh! She was surprised, and her heart was on guard, and she walked slowly in the house, her feet stepping on the carpet, and there was no sound, and she searched the house, and there was no one but her.

After hesitating, she called the main station and received the answer: "Your friend ordered the meal for you." ”

She was amazed, except for the organizer of the concert and Xu Wan, no one else knew that she was in this hotel, and when she asked who it was, the main lady replied, "Your friend did not leave his name." ”

Song Qingge asked again, "Is it a man or a woman?" ”

"A gentleman. ”

Song Qingge listened, his heart was slightly touched, and he thought of someone, but he immediately dispelled his thoughts. There was a sneer on her lips, and she secretly scolded herself for thinking too much, they were already arguing like that, how could it be him?

Perhaps, it was arranged by the organizers!

Maybe it was Jem, in the afternoon, after she finished playing with Adele, Jem apologized to her for Adele's attitude, perhaps, to express his apology.

Hehe, don't guess, since someone is delivering food, she is hungry again, why not accept it?

She walked to the table and was about to sit down, only to see a card pressed under the cup, on which was written in a pen "MerryChristmasEve!" There was no signature, but the vigorous stroke of the pen made her heart shake slightly, and she thought of someone again.

Her heart fluttered slightly because of this.

But in his heart, another voice retorted, "It can't be, it can't be him!"

Her gaze fell on the gift box.