"It's amazing...... Bai Ge looked at Lin Mengze with adoring eyes, and admired sincerely, "What does it feel like to play the violin in the Golden Hall...... If I can hold a concert there, I will have no regrets in my life...... So, senior, have you always been a violinist in the United States? ”

Talking about music, the white dove seemed to abandon all the unpleasantness just now and became full of interest.

"Is this time back to China for a tour?"

"I settled in the U.S. and I just returned to China yesterday. This time it is not only for the concert, but also for the future development in China. ”

"Development in the country?"

"Well, the National Symphony Orchestra invited me back."

The white pigeon blinked his eyes, and the tip of his nose turned red with excitement, "Invite the National Symphony Orchestra...... Could it be ......?"

"It's the chief." Lin Mengze smiled and helped the white pigeon to replenish it. "What about you, are you still playing?"

The white dove's eyes darkened suddenly, "I...... Maybe it's not talented......"

Lin Mengze understood and didn't ask. Back then, Bai Ge was a well-known genius girl in the school, and if she said that she was not talented, I am afraid that the principal would jump out and scold.

Bai Ge was afraid that Lin Mengze would say something like "it's a pity" like everyone else. Lin Mengze didn't get to the bottom of it, which made the white pigeon breathe a sigh of relief.

"Chief Lin, I haven't heard you play the violin for years."

"I still prefer to hear you call me senior, I feel like I'm being called young." Lin Mengze smiled, "Do you have time the day after tomorrow?" As he spoke, he took out a ticket and handed it to Bai Ge: "I have a performance in Jiangcheng tomorrow, I hope you will come and listen." ”

The white pigeon took it carefully, "It must be." I won't miss such a great learning opportunity, so I have to listen to it. ”

chatting about the music, I unconsciously forgot the time, and it wasn't until Lu Yuanhe came downstairs surrounded by a group of people that the white pigeon realized that the banquet was nearing the end.

"Senior, thank you today, thank you for helping me out." As he spoke, he took off his suit and wanted to return it to Lin Mengze: "Then let's play, senior." ”

Lin Mengze followed the white pigeon's gaze just now, and his eyes darkened. But soon, Lin Mengze regained his smile, touched the white pigeon's head with a smile, and said, "Okay." ”

With a flick of his wrist, he put the suit back on the white pigeon. "Wear it, it's cool at night, and you'll give it back to me on the day of the concert."

The white pigeon nodded gratefully at Lin Mengze and ran towards the inner hall.

In the shadow of the balcony, Lin Mengze looked at the back of the white pigeon, and after a long time, he whispered: "Long time no see, little white pigeon." ”

……

Lu Yuanhe saw a white dove in a men's suit, and the smell of red wine lingered on his body. Lu Yuanhe's expression froze, but he quickly took off his suit jacket and replaced the one on the white pigeon. She didn't say anything, so Lu Yuanhe didn't ask much.

Finally, someone with good deeds hesitated to speak: "Lu Shao, is this young lady the ...... a few days ago?"

Lu Yuanhe just smiled faintly, raised his wine glass and took a sip, and did not deny it.

The do-gooder smiled with a bowed brow and bowed his head to the white dove gentlemanly.

The nobles who were talking and laughing around seemed to have the same slander for a while, and it seemed that Cinderella's story was not fake, after all, the prince admitted it.

In the communication since then, Lu Yuanhe has been holding the waist of the white pigeon, and the two seem to be tacitly intimate. Until he left the manor and walked through a lawn, Lu Yuanhe lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the white pigeon:

"You're beautiful today."

Lu Yuanhyuk's voice was low, and for a while it was like a subwoofer stereo surrounding him. The white dove blushed at once, but fortunately it was covered up in the night, and no one knew.

Lu Yuanhe raised his hand and brushed the broken hair in the ears of the white pigeon: "It seems that tonight, my female companion is going home with me." Without waiting for the white pigeon to speak, Lu Yuanhe continued: "When the reporters at your door are withdrawn, you can consider going back to your own home." I'll send someone to keep an eye on you. ”

The white dove thought for a moment and nodded obediently.

……

The land house is very large, and the white pigeon has not had a chance to visit it because he has been sick.

The land house at night, the courtyard is deep.

The two-storey villa, retro style, furnishings and decoration are worth a lot.

But what really kept the white dove out of sight was a Steinway grand piano placed in the center of the hall on the first floor.

The three words Steinway represent the world's top pianos, and pianists and composers all over the world favor it. It is not only the designated piano of the Chopin International Piano Competition and the Tchaikovsky International Piano Competition, but also the preferred piano of famous pianists around the world for a century.

It is also the unattainable dream of the white dove.

While the servants were asleep, the white dove slipped quietly to the first floor and lingered at the piano.

The case is made from several layers of hard maple and mahogany, which, together with Steinway's unique sand-turned cast iron plates, withstand the intense tension of the strings to ensure a full-bodied sound.

More than 12,000 individual parts, ranging in size and intricate size, are intertwined with craftsmanship and technology to form a complete instrument.

And then make the best sound in the world.

Just thinking about it makes it feel like a miracle and it makes people's hearts surge.

By the moonlight, the white dove sat down on the piano bench. Flip open the lid, put your hands on your knees, and close your eyes. Imagine yourself as the 1900 in "The Pianist at Sea", playing as you like on the rough sea, in the bright moonlight.

It was as if he was in the golden hall mentioned by Senior Lin Mengze, and all the audience's eyes were focused on themselves, and they were only focused on the black and white keys in front of them.

Upstairs, Lu Yuanhe was facing the computer in the study, his face ugly. On the screen is the surveillance video of today's dinner that Han Bin just copied. His brow furrowed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the desk. Again, and again.

Until he heard the squirming movement downstairs, Lu Yuanhe turned off the computer and walked downstairs.

Standing on the stairs, I saw the white dove sitting upright in front of the piano, with a fascinated expression, as if entering a no-man's land. This hasn't played the piano yet, and it's been put into this way?

Lu Yuanhe's frowning brows suddenly relaxed.

didn't say anything about being wronged, and looked at a piano affectionately in the middle of the night. What a cute little thing.

Lu Yuanhe coughed lightly, and the white pigeon bounced up from the stool like a frightened rabbit, blushing with shame.

"Love this piano?" President Lu asked knowingly.

"Hmm......" the white dove bowed his head.

"Let's listen to it." Lu Yuanhe didn't turn on the light, walked to the white pigeon with long legs in a few steps, and pulled her to sit on the piano bench again.

"No...... No...... It's late...... Everyone else fell asleep...... "In the eyes of the white pigeon, the piano is a very personal thing, let alone such an expensive piano.

Lu Yuanhe stretched out his slender fingers and pressed two notes, "Only Uncle Zhuang is at home, he hasn't slept at this time," turned his head to look at the white pigeon: "Can I order a tune?" ”

Because of the proximity, the white pigeon could smell the good smell of cologne on Lu Yuanhe's body. He was wearing a gray-and-white striped cotton loungewear, without the sharpness of wearing a suit during the day, and under the gentle moonlight, the president was not so high.

The white pigeon stared at Lu Yuanhe's knuckled fingers, "Hmm." "The voice is inaudible.

Lu Yuanhe squinted his eyes and looked at the side face of the white dove under the moonlight, "Then Debussy's "Moonlight". ”

Take a deep breath and caress the keys.

Although I haven't practiced the piano for a long time, my heart is rusty, but my fingers seem to be carrying a memory, and I am familiar with it.

The sound of the piano poured like water, flowing slowly and filling the room.

Like an overflow of mercury, it walked and stopped on the floor under the shadow of the moon.

Gradually, Lu Yuanhe withdrew the smile from the corner of his mouth. His mood froze with time, with the moonlight, and with the whole world. He had to look at the little thing he was focused on. The energy contained in this little woman surprised him.

But the white dove was completely unaware. With a plain face, the eyelashes move lightly.

Lu Yuanhe has heard "Moonlight" many times, including many world-famous pianists. At their fingertips, it is like telling a story flowing in the moonlight, and the smooth melody tells the story.

And the "Moonlight" played by the white dove is the moonlight itself.

Overnight.