At seven o'clock, the white dove arrived at the concert hall at six o'clock.

Looking at the repertoire, in addition to the solo, there are also violin concertos and quartets.

Looking around the concert hall, the people who sat down earlier were just like the white dove, reading the program list carefully. The audience who entered the venue one after another were all dressed formally, which was a sign of respect for the music.

On the other hand, he was wearing an ordinary white shirt, and the canvas shoes on his feet were still the same for several years.

Of course, Bai Ge knows that she can't dress casually when she goes to a concert, but she doesn't have any other clothes in Lu Zhai. The outfit that Lu Yuanhe bought yesterday didn't dare to wear.

Although Lu Yuanhe bought it for himself, counting the few zeros on the price tag, there were still a few big words "Lu Yuanhe's private property" written on it. Before the white pigeon went out, he folded the long skirt neatly, and put it on the bed in the room with jewelry, and tidied up the room when he left, and thanked the housekeeper Uncle Zhuang for taking care of him.

I don't have any luggage anyway.

When Bai Ge was a child, she used to come here with her mother on weekend nights to listen to concerts, which was her festival and a secret garden for her and her mother.

Mother and daughter were silent the whole time, but on the way home, they talked about Chopin, Tchaikovsky, the fingering of the performer, and where he incorporated his personal characteristics.

It was also in such an indulgent evening, that the little girl's white dove took her mother's hand, walked in the night breeze, and said with a serious look that the timbre of the clarinet was like a girl, and that the harp was like in a fairy tale, standing quietly on the stage, waiting for the little mermaid to pluck the first syllable.

This concert hall is full of cherished memories of her and her mother. It wasn't until Lin Mengze entered the venue that the warm applause brought the white dove back to reality.

The applause was followed by an expected whisper. The appearance of learning music is generally high, but those who are as tall as Lin Mengze can only be rare.

He stood there as if he were shrouded in the sun, and it only made people feel that the temperature was pleasant and the breeze was warm. Not to mention that he set up his violin, raised his chin slightly, raised his hand holding the bow, and stood straight, like a small aspen.

It makes you want to scream.

Lin Mengze nodded to the symphony orchestra behind him, then put the bow on the strings and pulled out the first syllable. It is Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major.

This piece fully exerts the splendid performance skills of Lin Mengze's main violin, with bright and rich colors, which has a fresher charm than the previous violin concertos, as well as the local color of Lao Chai's unique Russian folk songs.

Although he knew that in the past few years abroad, Lin Mengze's piano skills must have been very exquisite, but Bai Ge still didn't expect it to be so amazing. Three curtain calls, the audience was still full of thunderous applause. The little girl who gave Lin Mengze flowers blushed excitedly.

Generally speaking, musicians perform with the fear that the live effect will not be good, or the audience will not respond enthusiastically. Bai Ge suspects that the only thing to worry about in Lin Mengze's performance is that the female audience pays too much attention to his face and has no time to enjoy the music.

The next few concertos are passionate and gorgeous, and they have great appeal. The symphony came like a tidal wave, and the white dove closed its eyes, deeply enchanted by the melody.

Gradually, her thoughts merged with the sound of the piano.

"The heart is condensed and released, and it is in harmony with all things", this is what I am talking about.

For the last curtain call, Lin Mengze generously accepted the flowers and presented them to the orchestra conductor, and the curtain call together with the conductor.

It's been a long time since I've heard such a hearty concert, and the white pigeon hasn't come back to his senses for a long time, and he didn't get up satisfied.

Lin Mengze's blazer is still here with her, but Senior Mengze must be very busy now, and he can't bother himself.

In Jiangcheng, such a successful concert was held, and the backstage must now be crowded with insiders who congratulated the success of the performance, as well as the media who interviewed them.

So he walked out of the concert hall silently, moving his fingers lightly all the way, still reminiscing about a certain piece in his heart.

The night is pleasant and the breeze is refreshing.

A Jaguar quietly pulled up beside the white dove.

The window of the cab slid down: "Little white dove!" Get in the car. ”

The white pigeon's eyes widened: "Senior? Aren't you supposed to be interviewed backstage right now? ”

"Come on, I'll sneak out." Waiting for the white pigeon to sit in the co-pilot, Lin Mengze couldn't help but complain: "I can't listen to the questions asked by the reporters. I suspect they don't understand classical music. ”

The white pigeon couldn't help laughing, "If you can get into your eyes, I guess you will become a musician." You can't hold outsiders to such high standards. ”

"So now I want to ask the insiders' opinions, how was today's performance?"

Bai Ge said sincerely: "It's really great, especially Lao Chai's grievances are beautiful, and the cooperation with the orchestra is also great." After thinking about it, the white pigeon said, "Thank you." ”

Lin Mengze smiled and reached out and rubbed the white pigeon's head, "Thank me for what?" ”

"Thank you, of course, for giving me tickets to the show. Thank you for such a wonderful performance. What to do, I want to welcome you on behalf of the music industry, thank you for bringing back such good music. ”

Lin Mengze couldn't help laughing: "Thank me? Can I ask for my thank-you gift? ”

Seeing the white pigeon nodding sincerely, Lin Mengze lowered his head and met the white pigeon's eyes: "Then, lend me your weekend." ”

Because Lin Mengze's voice was so good, the white pigeon was distracted for a while. Seeing that the white pigeon was still stunned, he added, "I just returned to China, and Jiangcheng has changed so much that I can't recognize it." I want to go back to school and leave some photos for information. Can you take me back for a walk? Think of it as my guide. I just got a domestic calling card, let's exchange numbers. Where you live, I'll send you back. ”

It wasn't until the last sentence that the white dove came to his senses. Where does she live? You don't know if you can go back now, and you don't plan to disturb Lu Mansion anymore. Think about what happened to you recently...... Really...... It's hard to explain.

"Just put me at the bus stop in front of you. Senior, I'm very tired today, you just slipped out and wanted to go back early to rest. ”

Lin Mengze pondered for a moment and nodded. It wasn't until the white pigeon got off the station and waved to him that he reluctantly started the car and left.

Wanting to see her and send her home was the real reason why he avoided the interview.

Time has changed a lot, and the little girl six years ago is now slim.

And there are some things that have not been changed by time. For example, she is still quiet and beautiful, and he seems to have changed back to the teenager who detours to her house downstairs after school every day.

She returned the suit with a wisp of incense. Is she doing well? Why doesn't she stop playing the piano when she loves the piano so much? Is the man next to her at the dinner party the man she likes?

A few days ago, when he was browsing the news, he saw the rumored girlfriend of the president of Huanyu, he recognized the white dove in the photo at a glance, spilled the coffee in shock, and then quickly booked the ticket back to China.

The invitation of the domestic orchestra, which has been delayed for a long time, has finally been finalized.

Lin Mengze drove onto the viaduct by the river, rolled down the car window, and the gentle evening breeze blew in his face, and the nostalgic folk songs of his student days on the radio:

I'm you, the oak tree sitting in front of the window

I'm you, the book at hand when I first cried

I'm you, the candle you're watching on a spring night

I'm you, the clothes you put on in the fall

I want you, open the window you hung in the summer

I want you, holding my hand and wandering in the afternoon

I want you, look at my gaze on you

Then silently told me how sad my first love was......

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