In the blink of an eye, a week passed quietly.

When I sent the finished piece to Irene, I was suddenly a little anxious and at the same time vaguely uneasy.

There has never been a moment of gratuitous urgency, desperate to know if his music will be recognized, and even worried that the style will not match Rosemary's perfect and elegant style.

Only when they attach importance to it can they show uneasiness.

I pursed the corners of my lips, and it would be a pleasure if my own music could flow through every corner of Rosemary.

With a long sigh of relief, I got up and greeted the sunlight outside.

In the afternoon, Irene's phone called.

"What's wrong, is there something wrong with the tune that needs to be changed?" I asked apprehensively.

"Of course not," Irene smiled lightly, "to be exact, the music is very good, it complements Rosemary's heritage, and I admire Miss Fu's creative talent." ”

Hearing this, I relaxed a little and unconsciously bent the corners of my mouth.

Irene's determined voice was a little lighter than usual, "The song has been submitted to our president, and it has been approved by him, it seems that the cooperation with Miss Fu this time is going well." ”

I bowed my head, "I'm also happy to work with Miss Irene. ”

She smiled, "Well, I'll transfer the balance to your account later." In addition, our president has decided that Rosemary will be officially open to the public the day after tomorrow. ”

"Oh, really?" I couldn't help but smile, "That's good, I think with Rosemary's charm, I will definitely win the favor of many people." ”

"Thank you. In addition, after the opening ceremony the day after tomorrow, there will be a cocktail party at Rosemary in the evening, and I sincerely invite Miss Fu to attend. ”

Irene's voice on the phone sounded very sincere, but I subconsciously refused, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not used to such occasions, so I'm sorry ......"

"Miss Fu, you misunderstood," Irene said, "The reception the night after tomorrow is different from the ceremony during the day, our president invited all his friends for many years, there are not many people, and there are no media reporters, besides, Miss Fu doesn't want to feel the scene of her music being played in Rosemary?" ”

When she said this, it really struck my heart, and there is not a composer who does not want to hear his music played, or even to receive applause, applause, and to see people intoxicated by it, especially in such a place of exquisite quality and high taste.

I hesitated, but Irene seemed to sense my embarrassment, and didn't say much, just quietly waiting for my reply.

"That'...... All right. "I'll finally answer," thanks again for the invitation. ”

"Miss Fu doesn't have to be polite, then, at seven o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow, I will wait for Miss Fu's arrival." After a pause, Irene said slowly, "I think it's going to be a wonderful night. Miss Fu, goodbye. ”

Faintly surprised, she had already hung up the phone, I shrugged, and occasionally looked back, and a yellow leaf quietly fell on the sheet music by the window.

The scorching summer has passed, and even the sun is a little far away.

I once pursued a warm and wanton bloom, but now I prefer such a still posture like a fallen leaf. How much of life will quietly change with the years, including the state of mind.

The night after tomorrow, I arrived in Rosemary, but I was intentionally an hour late. If you don't want to be noticed, it's best to quietly blend in at a time when the atmosphere is warm and no one notices.

At night, Rosemary is different from the day, and the lights in the hall are flickering and the lights are enchanting.

As Irene said, there weren't many attendees tonight, but the atmosphere was very congenial.

The melodious sound of the music was so melodious that I could recognize that it was composed by me, played by the violin, supplemented by the clear piano, quietly infiltrating the elegant artistic heritage of Rosemary, as if it had a different charm.

His footsteps froze, and before he could step into the hall, someone had already greeted him. A girl who looked like a waiter smiled gently at me and said politely, "It's Miss Fu, our manager has been waiting for a long time, please come with me." ”

Irene is looking for me? But why is it so mysterious?

Rao was puzzled, I still followed the girl's lead, stepped on the elevator, she pressed the button, it was the top floor of the clubhouse.

When the elevator door opened, you could see a wide hall with gorgeous lights, and there was no shortage of furnishings, but there was no one in this spaciousness, and it seemed a little quiet because of the isolation of the drinking party.

"This is ......," I asked.

"Miss Fu, please wait here for a while, our manager will be here soon." The girl nodded respectfully and turned to step into the elevator.

There was something vaguely strange about the atmosphere, and I looked around, my eyes fixed on the noble grand piano on one side.

The appearance of the piano is a light starlight blue, which is not unusual, but on the black and white keys, there is clearly a light bouquet of rosemary.

I couldn't help but get closer, they seemed to have just been broken off, and among the luxuriant stems and leaves, there were a few light blue flowers, and the end of the long stem was gently bundled, looking like a small light bouquet, lying quietly in the starlight blue style.

Rosemary.

It must have been a term for a long time, and my heart slammed, and a premonition came over me.

At this moment, as if there was a faint sound of the piano, my heart skipped a beat, panicked, but in an instant I recognized that this was definitely not from the drinking party downstairs.

-- It's like a guide.

I pinched my fingertips that were numb under my sleeves, and the sound of the piano was deep and confusing.

There are some things that I could have avoided without confronting them, but when the moment comes when I have to face them head-on, I don't want to wait passively.

――No matter who you're about to face.

I made up my mind and caught a glimpse of a corridor at the end of the hall, where the sound of the piano came faintly.

The hallway wasn't too long, and as I walked past, there were walls on both sides, except for the room at the end.

Then there is no misidentification.

I slowed my footsteps, and as I approached, the sound of the piano became more and more distinct, but as if to match my mood, the melody suddenly quickened in an instant.

The pace is still steady, but the uneasiness in my heart cannot be said to increase or decrease.

I stopped in front of the heavy wooden door with its rustic metal accents, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Now that I didn't have to think about the ridiculous question of whether I needed to knock on the door, I held my breath, put my fingertips on the solid wooden door, and slowly pushed it open.