In the backstage dressing room of the world's top concert hall.

Both phones rang at the same time.

After the two people who answered the phone hung up, they looked at each other and lost their minds.

The boy in his early twenties looked delicate, and said to the brightly dressed and fashionably dressed girl in a trembling voice: "Sister Xiangqing, Mr. Big said ......"

The girl named Xiang Qing nodded and said calmly: "My side is the phone from my aunt." ”

"What then? The little gentleman is still on stage. "The boy is in a hurry.

"Chang Su, let's go ahead and wait." Xiang Qing said and walked out of the dressing room first, and the high heels made a crisp sound when they hit the marble floor.

Chang Su hurriedly followed.

The two walked to the side of the stage curtain, and the staff came over and motioned to the two to stop making noise.

Xiang Qing nodded and set his eyes on the stage-

On the dazzling stage, the concert has come to an end, and the performer in white Katsuyuki is playing the last piece.

As if to filter out all the noise, the concerto orchestra all stopped, leaving only the sound of the virtuoso.

The tortoiseshell prosthetic is wrapped around the player's fingertips, touching the slender strings lightly and briskly, rippling like flowers on the strings with each touch.

The ripples gradually dissipated, as if a drizzle fell on the mountain stream and resonated with the clear spring, and like a lonely hung sweeping across the sky, echoing the rattle of the horses on the flat ground.

The drizzle stopped, the sky cleared, Gu Hong disappeared into the depths of the blue clouds, and the rattle continued to sound far away...... Until it is silent, but it is a dreamy victory.

The aftertaste is endless, and the aftermath lingers, and after a long time, the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

In the applause, the performer stood up gently and bowed deeply to the audience.

He raised his body, his gaze quietly fell to the audience, his gentle face actually exuded dazzling brilliance, and the smile on the corner of his lips was like ripples on the strings, fierce and invisible.

He stood on the golden stage, and there was a thin layer of sorrow on his body, which made his whole person look with a nobility from the world.

Young and handsome performers from China brought oriental instruments, so that this concert hall, which has witnessed the journey of Chinese folk music to the world, continued to boil, until the young performers walked off the stage, and the applause from the audience of different colors was still endless.

Qin Xiaojin walked to the side of the stage and saw that his agent Xiang Qing and his assistant Chang Su were already waiting there, and both of them looked worried.

"Ozu, something happened." Xiang Qing's bright-eyed and white-toothed face, which has always loved to smile, is now retracted and colored, trying his best to carry sadness.

Chang Su cried: "Little sir, the old gentleman has passed away." ”

Qin Xiaojin's body trembled, and the thin smoke-like sorrow instantly turned into a thick fog, wrapping him from head to toe.

"I just called ten minutes ago in China, and Chang Su and I both received it."

"My aunt hung up the phone to Sister Xiang Qing, and I am here...... Mr. Big hung up the phone. ”

Chang Su's voice was noticeably quieter when he said "Mr. Big".

Qin Shanhai, the son of Qin Chuan, the old gentleman of the Qin family, is the "big man" in Chang Su's mouth, and the "aunt" in Chang Su's mouth is Qin Hu, the daughter of the old man.

And the eldest grandson Qin Xiaojin, everyone calls him "Little Mister".

The Qin family is a family of guzheng and the leader of the ten major genres of zheng; Mr. Qin Chuan is a giant in the zither industry, known as the first person of Chinese zither, he is not only the leader of the revival of cloud zither, but also plays a major role in promoting the Chinese zither to the world. [Note]

Now, the old gentleman is gone.

He lost a superstar, he lost his only grandfather.

"Ozu," Xiang Qing held Qin Xiaojin's hand, the slender jade hand that played the kite was as cold as water at the moment, "I have already booked the fastest flight." ”

The tear stains under his eyes rose higher and higher in his sockets like the coastline of the rising tide, and the beautiful and moving face of Xiang Qing became blurred in his damp vision.

Under her warm and concerned gaze, he couldn't even nod his head.

Late at night, the flight that had flown for more than ten hours finally arrived at Yuncheng Airport.

In the underground parking lot, Qin Xiaojin got into the car that the Qin family came to pick up the airport.

Xiang Qing stood outside the car and looked at Qin Xiaojin worriedly: "Xiaojin, let me accompany you back." ”

That home, Ozu hasn't been back to for ten years, and she doesn't feel at ease.

"No, you're tired too, go home early and rest." Qin Xiaojin said, his gaze retracted from Xiang Qing's body and looked at Chang Su.

Chang Su stood beside Xiang Qing, and compared to Xiang Qing, he was much calmer.

has taken care of Mr. Xiao's diet and daily life for many years, and he has already figured out Mr. Xiao's temper.

Mr. Xiao seems to be supple, but he is the most stubborn person, and he can't help what he doesn't want to do.

He wanted to go back to Qin's house alone, and if he didn't want them to follow, Chang Su would definitely not follow.

"Little sir, don't worry, I will escort your luggage to the hotel safely." Without waiting for Qin Xiaojin to speak, Chang Su said neatly.

Mr. Xiao's performance clothes are very expensive, and the performance Zheng is even more valuable, and when he is with Mr. Xiao, he is a little assistant, and when Mr. Xiao is not there, he is the dart master to ensure the safety of those belongings.

So don't look at his thin body, he knows kung fu.

Xiang Qing tilted his head to look at Chang Su, and his apricot eyes were round and displeased: "Chang Su, are you hiding from me to help Ozu book a hotel?" ”

Even if you don't go back for ten years, it's still home, how can there be a reason to stay in a hotel when you get home?

The Qin family villa is located in the most expensive villa area in Cloud City, it is the largest and most luxurious villa in the villa area, and the garden alone covers an area equivalent to a small botanical garden scenic spot, is there not a room to accommodate the most precious eldest grandson?

"Qing girl, don't worry, I'll bring Ozu home safely." The driver, Lao Zhang, poked his head out of the driver's seat window.

The Xiang family and the Qin family are world friends, Xiang Qing's parents are Qin Shanhai's hair young, as Lao Zhang, who has been a driver in the Qin family all his life, grew up watching Xiang Qing.

Xiang Qing wanted to say something, but the window in the back seat of the car had already been rolled up, and she could only watch the car leave with Qin Xiaojin in tow.

The temperature in Cloud City was a little low in the middle of the night, and it was raining in the sky, and the neon lights all over the city lost their color in the rain.

The car drove on a secluded avenue, the neon fading away, and the sycamores on both sides of the road gently swayed their branches and leaves in the wind and rain.

There was a sudden sound of the car window rolling down in the back seat, Lao Zhang glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw Qin Xiaojin quietly looking out of the window, in the dim light, he was dressed in white, and his face was cold, like a jade statue.

Mr. Little has inherited Mr. Big's good looks.

Lao Zhang sighed in his heart and persuaded: "Little sir, it's raining outside, and it will be cold if you open the window......"

An autumn rain and a cold, the cold wind of the late autumn rainy night poured into the car window, and after only a moment, Lao Zhang felt a chill in his back.

"Uncle Zhang, stop." Qin Xiaozu said.

Lao Zhang stopped the car in confusion, and when he turned around, he saw Qin Xiaojin taking an umbrella and opening the car door.

Qin Xiaojin held up an umbrella and walked forward, the corners of his white trench coat rolled up a beautiful arc in the wind, and the long jade back was a beautiful painting on a rainy night.

I haven't seen him for ten years, and Mr. Xiao's personality is becoming more and more withdrawn.

Lao Zhang looked at Qin Xiaojin's back through the front windshield of the car, muttering in his heart.

Lao Zhang thought that the artist liked to stroll on a rainy night, and when he was tired, he would get in the car, but he found that Qin Xiaojin didn't seem to go for a walk.

Qin Xiaojin was talking to a little boy not far ahead, the boy was only eight or nine years old, because he didn't have an umbrella, his hair and clothes were soaked, Qin Xiaojin was bending over to prop the umbrella on the boy.

It turned out that Mr. Xiao got out of the car to do a good deed.

Lao Zhang felt a sense of guilt for misunderstanding Qin Xiaojin.

He took an umbrella and got out of the car to pick up Qin Xiaojin, but as soon as he raised his head, the road was already empty, and Qin Xiaojin and the little boy were gone.

Lao Zhang hurriedly ran over and shouted, "Little sir! Little sir! ”

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Friendly reminder: The surname Qin is pronounced Qin.