"Happy birthday, Hani!"

A voice came from the side and made Ahn Hee-yeon turn her head.

"Heeche, oppa, you're here too?" Ahn Hee-yeon seemed to be a little surprised.

"On your birthday, if I don't come, won't you grab the pigtails? You won't be able to let me go next time we meet, right? Jin Xiche joked with a smile, intentionally or unintentionally showing off his relationship with An Xiyan, he subconsciously glanced at the man sitting in front of the piano.

"If you know, it's good." An Xiyan squinted her eyes and smiled, completely ignoring Jin Xiche's careful thoughts, stretched out her hand, and said unceremoniously: "It's all here, aren't you going to take out the gifts?" ”

Jin Xiche had been prepared for this for a long time, handed a rectangular gift box to An Xiyan's hand, and said, "I already knew that you would be like this, how could I not prepare." I specially asked someone to bring it back from abroad to see if I like it or not. As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Cui Yue again. Seeing Cui Yue Bafeng still sitting there, Jin Xiche was a little puzzled, would a man let other men touch his girlfriend without saying anything?

This rare creature is either single or dead, right?

It made Jin Xiche a little uncertain for a while, it stands to reason that he made a move, but Cui Yue didn't accept it, what kind of thing is this?

Koreans have absorbed a certain tradition of foreigners very well, unlike Huaxia, who have to open gifts after the fact, but in person. It's just that Koreans also claim to integrate Western culture to take its essence and remove its dross, and do not absorb the characteristics of foreigners who don't like to open gifts in person, but retain the typical subtlety of the East.

Of course, Ahn Hee-yeon is no exception.

Quickly opening the gift box, she held a 75-centimeter-long glass bottle, looking at the rows of colors inside, with a strong Arabic pattern, her expression was a little surprised and a little surprised.

Dubai, the world-famous desert capital, absorbs cultural information from around the world while still retaining its own cultural identity. In addition to gold spices, the locals have also absorbed a highly ornamental craft from Jordan: sand bottle paintings. Colorful sand is poured into a long bottle in turn with a special tool to form the desired pattern for display on the bottle.

At this time, the pattern of the sand bottle in An Xiyan's hand is naturally her stage name and a happy birthday in English. Kim Hee-cheol originally wanted to use Korean, but the makers there didn't want to do it because they thought other languages were complicated, so they had to settle for English.

There is no flower sea of silver stars to come gorgeous, but you can hold it in the palm of your hand, I have to say that Jin Xiche's gift is really appropriate.

Cui Yue's ignorance made Jin Xiche feel that she was not taken seriously, and what made Jin Xicheol feel a little better was An Xiyan's attitude, she seemed to like this gift very much.

It's just that he didn't know the scene that Cui Yue had arranged before, otherwise he probably wouldn't be so pleased.

When An Xiyan was regretting that the sea of flowers could not be preserved forever, she came to such a colorful sand bottle painting, which at first glance seemed to be quite a bit of a reduction in the color and shape of the sea of flowers, which filled her only regret today.

If Kim Hee-cheol knew that his gift would become the memory of the girl in front of him to others, he would probably be very depressed, the kind of depression that can't be washed away even if he pours out the water of the Han River.

However, Cui Yue's surprise seemed to be far more than that, he sat in front of the piano as if the eight winds were not moving, but his thoughts had flown back to thirteen years ago.

When he touched the white Steinway piano, he remembered a black man with a big temper and stinking fingers: O'Neill.

In the field of music in this world, the black race has always been underground music in the eyes of the world, and the kind of rap singers who swear and talk loudly represent 85% of black musicians, maybe in the eyes of those so-called orthodox, they do not make music at all, but it cannot be denied that they have achieved the status with their unique rap.

Of course, there are some black people who do not take the route that most people take, O'Neill is one of them, unlike the optimistic wildness of other black children, his naturally introverted personality and low self-esteem caused by family factors have led him to a completely different path.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Cui Yue would never have been able to imagine the scene of a black man more than 1.9 meters tall sitting solemnly in front of a white piano in a tuxedo, and the strong contrast between black and white would definitely make those who saw it unforgettable.

However, O'Neill is not only memorable for his appearance, but also for his clever fingering, and in stark contrast to his character, his musical style does not carry his seemingly innate silence and melancholy.

It was a black pianist with strong contrasts all over his body.

Even so, O'Neill has never been recognized by the music industry, because they cannot understand that a person who is very good at the piano would like to arrange and play Chinese guqin music, and put Beethoven and Mozart into their hands with almost canonized scores!

And most importantly, O'Neill has not published a single self-composed song so far!

In the eyes of others, this is not qualified to become a generation, and this has even become a big reason for others to attack O'Neill.

However, even so, Cui Yue only admitted that O'Neill was his only teacher.

Cui Yue has always thought that O'Neill is Ye Qingyao in the piano world, because he is very similar to Ye Qingyao in some ways. In fact, Ye Qingyao also met with O'Neill, he said that if O'Neill was Chinese, born in Sichuan, and entered the Tang Gate, he would definitely be one of the top three on the black list now. As talent, his hand has already met, and perseverance? A person who practices the piano for nearly 12 hours a day and plays a score continuously for a month just to grasp the most perfect point, is there any doubt about perseverance?

Being a disciple of O'Neill is quite a difficult thing for someone like Cui Yue, let alone others. Rao is Cui Yue's stable heart, and he almost gave up halfway, but at some point, Cui Yue's stubborn personality came out, but it was more in line with O'Neill's appetite.

So there is Cui Yue's piano skills today.

Hands.

Tapping the black and white keys maintains O'Neill's finger-like style.

There were nearly 100 people in the field, and Cui Yue turned a blind eye to it, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

It's not that O'Neill didn't compose his own music, but he didn't publish it, and Cui Yue, as his student, naturally knew what the music he composed was, and he had already engraved the melody in his mind after playing it thousands of times in the past ten years.

The sound of the piano is like a storm invading the sea, and the sea surface is undulating with microwaves, and the undercurrent below is turbulent.

The whole song has been maintained with such a strange rhythm and continued, as if there is no **, and it seems to have passed.

Just a few minutes of performance passed, and when Cui Yue stopped jumping his fingertips, most of the people in the audience maintained a quiet listening posture, and a small number of sensitive people unconsciously reached out to cover the position of their chests and hearts, and the posture was like a pilgrimage to Islan.

"What's the name of this piece?" An Xiyan is also a member of the group that holds her chest, and the depression contained in the song seems to make her see the powerlessness and resentment that filled her heart when her parents were "dispatched" to China for exchange a few years ago, and she was left behind to watch her parents enter the airport and prepare to leave the country.

“Nuvem。” Cui Yue smiled, a little apologetic.

"Dark clouds?" Ahn Hee-yeon blinked, translated into Korean and repeated.

Cui Yue nodded.

"Isn't it nice for you to play a tune like this on my birthday?"

Cui Yue looked at An Xiyan's delicate face, and felt some emotion in his heart, his apology came from this, this was a pleasant occasion, but the audience was silent by his piano song.

And she knew that she was not in a good mood right now, and she was trying to ease his mood in her unique way. Stretched out his hand, held her soft plain white palm, and smiled: "It's my fault." ”

Seeing Cui Yue smile, An Xiyan nodded with satisfaction, but did not abandon the previous topic, "Then how are you going to compensate me?" "It's a virtue to chase after the victory and climb the pole, how can An Xiyan, who is beautiful, smart, cute, high-end and high-grade, not understand~

Cui Yue looked at this little girl, squinted her eyes, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said without the slightest evasion in her unhurried voice: "Inch in so much... I'm kissing you. ”

Who is Ahn Hee-yeon?

How could she give up the opportunity to knock Cui Yue, a local tyrant, because she was afraid of the threat in front of her, which was not a threat, this kind of good thing is not every day!

Kim Hee-cheol on the side had already tried very hard to restrain his feelings, but his city government was obviously not enough to support him to do that. When he saw An Xiyan getting closer and closer to Cui Yue, the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere made him unable to suppress his jealousy directly, and he could only use reason to control his facial expression without showing too much hostility, but his body was controlled by his heart and walked towards the two.

But when he walked in front of the two, Jin Xiche didn't know what to say, and in An Xiyan's strange eyes, Jin Xiche could only say one sentence in a hurry: "Hello Cui Yuexi, we meet again." ”

Cui Yue narrowed her eyes and looked at Kim Hee-cheol's handsome face, as if she was looking at him.

The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, even though the smile on Jin Xiche's face is a little stiff and even hypocritical, but ninety percent of the smiles Cui Yue has seen over the years are of this type, so it is naturally not strange.

"Kim Hee-cheol... Hello. ”

Cui Yue's eyes gave Jin Xiche an illusion of being scrutinized, and this feeling generally only appeared when he faced Director Li Xiuman, and appeared face to face with Cui Yue, which really made Jin Xiche a little uncomfortable. However, what made him even more uncomfortable was Cui Yue's unceremonious words, although it was not the first time, Jin Xiche was still quite uncomfortable, he and Cui Yue were not familiar enough to chat so casually.

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