"Where have you been these two years?" Delin's words ignited the fire in Shen Qian's heart. But now that there are so many outsiders, she still suppresses the anger in her heart. The so-called suppression is only on the surface, and the heart has already turned over the river and the sea, since this nameless fire cannot break out at this moment, it is still necessary to come out of the window of the eye, otherwise, it will not be able to hold it back anyway. But this little bit alone was enough to burn Hughes red.

In fact, Hughes's face was already red, and her redness was not burned by Shen Qian, but she turned red after hearing Delin's question.

"Stephen has been with me for both years." Hughes's words almost didn't make Delin stumble, but Delin only stumbled, and Shen Qian almost fainted. In the past two years, she has met Hughes almost every month, and only by listening to Hughes's live concerts can she relieve her depression and anxiety. However, the musician who could relieve his boredom and anxiety was himself the creator of her anguish and uneasiness. She couldn't contain the anger gushing in her heart anymore, took three steps and made two steps, rushed to Hughes, picked up her right hand and slapped Hughes on the left cheek, Hughes subconsciously covered her face with her left hand, lowered her head, her long hair covered her face, and she never raised it, Shen Qian's eyes flashing with tears kept glaring at Hughes, and her hand was still raised high.

After a long time, Shen Qian didn't hit a second time, but turned around, rubbed past Delin, who was standing at the door, and ran out. Stephen looked at Shen Qian's back, his right hand was half-open and hanging in the air, and his mouth seemed to say something, but it was too late to say it.

When Stephen came to his senses, the right hand hanging in mid-air rested on Hughes's left arm, "Are you okay?" "There is a lot of concern in the words.

It's also silence, Stephen may just be waiting for Hughes's "it's okay", or maybe he's waiting more......

"~~", after all, it seemed that the most reasonable situation happened, Hughes just sobbed twice, rubbed past Delin, who was standing at the door, and ran out. This time, Stephen looked at Hughes's back again, his right hand was also half-open and hanging in the air, and his mouth seemed to say something, but it was too late to say it.

It was Delin who spoke, and he took two steps and patted Stephen on the shoulder, "Cherish, brother." "He originally wanted to ask things clearly, but now in such a scene, it is not appropriate to ask anything. So he turned around and walked to the door in two steps, put his right hand in his pocket, raised his left wrist and looked at the table below, at eight fifty, not far from the application time of the original plan to return, he walked out of the door of the ward, and was about to return to the tarmac on the top floor, when he suddenly remembered something, took two steps back, leaned out, and said to Stephen in the ward: "You have a good rest, in two days, I will come to see you." ”

Stephen answered, without too much expression, and waited for Delin's footsteps to go away, and a slight smile hung on the corner of Stephen's mouth, the angle was so subtle, just right between a bitter smile and a smile.

"yes, how the hell did I get here?" The deep confusion put Stephen Lee's pupils to the maximum, those two big cars are real, and they are also real in Quebec. And then what? He leaned deep into the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" The pretty nurse jumped into the ward, and her bright smile instantly decorated the ward with spring. The haze that enveloped Stephen was dispelled quite a bit. "I saw a beautiful sister running out in a huff, I saw my goddess sister running out crying, and I saw Dr. Delin walking out calmly, you are so amazing!" As he spoke, he blinked his right eye.

"Is that amazing?" Stephen was confused, and as he spoke, he glanced at the little girl's name, Ora Graceful. Stephen nodded, "Huh? Euler's curvy? Stephen couldn't help but mutter, interrupting his own question, "Your name is special." ”

"yes, that's special, isn't it? I think it myself. As she spoke, her splendor had subsided a lot, but the sun was still shining in the ward, "But I like the name very much." As soon as the words fell, not only did his own splendor shine brighter, but even Stephen Lee's haze was completely dispelled.

"I'm testing the pH of your skin to see if your pores are intact, that's what Dr. Tony said." As he spoke, he used the test strip to take samples on the back of Stephen Lee's hands, forehead and neck, inner thighs, and soles of his feet, and the reading came out immediately, all of which were greater than 7 and less than 9. "Great, this reading is within the reference range provided by Dr. Tony." Graceful is always so joyful and seems to have a great power to eliminate anything unpleasant.

Stephen was inadvertently dismissed by Grace twice, and the matter of Shen Qian and Hughes was dispersed a lot. "Ah, Sister Hughes's concert in the early hours of the morning, shall we listen together?" Stephen Lee had no reason to refuse, so he naturally agreed.

In the early hours of the morning, Stephen Lee called up the live broadcast platform, and the show was about to start, and the holographic technology had projected Hughes's entire body on his bedside, although the scale was much smaller, but it was the feeling of a real person. Just a minute before the performance began, Graceful knocked on the door and entered Stephen's unrestrained spirit, doing a rest chair on the side of the hospital room, watching this performance of her goddess sister.

As soon as the first chord came out, Stephen on the hospital bed immediately waved his fist, Shanhu on the scene nodded with a consistent smile, Delin on the side opened his eyes wide, completely unexpected, Sancho in the background had a sudden realization, "F sharp minor, oh my God!" In an apartment in Luzhao District, Shen Qian took a flat breath, pursed her lips, and shook her head slightly. And Grace Eva, who was next to Stephen Lee's bedside, was just sitting, without any expression, and her two eyes were completely staring directly at the holographic Hughes, and her pupils had dilated.

The succession of descending double-note chords that follow is full and loud, all indicating that the development of the motive will be very unusual. By the time the first theme unfolds on the G string, the second theme is already surging on the A string. "Oh my God, it's incredible to be able to play a symphony orchestra on a violin." Sancho said in admiration backstage, almost rushing to the stage; Stephen Lee lay in his hospital bed, not so surprised, as if he knew every note that was about to happen; The curvy on the side was still staring and listening expressionlessly, trying to memorize every note that was incredible to her, and the originally dilated pupils began to contract, and they contracted rhythmically; The more Delin listened to it, the more incredible it became, and Shanhu on the side followed the melody on the stage with his left hand, pressing the violin strings in the air and accurately; Shen Qian listened to the development of the melody while writing her comments on the paper.

The motive is constantly developing in the form of fission, constantly forming themes that are interrelated and echo each other on different strings. Although it is now in this age when technology is religious, all the unfolding methods strictly follow the polyphonic form, forming a typical fugue. But Hughes's fugue is very complex, and thirty-two simple minor themes develop from the fission of a chord motive, and these thirty-two themes, each combined in polyphonic form, by clever combination, form four large, ever-changing, complete themes, which in turn form a complete piece of music in polyphonic form. Such a complex structure is actually completed on a violin, and as an individual person, it is actually realized.

When the last chord of the first movement was dispersed into the air, the whole audience was silent, and the concert hall space, which was originally only eight meters high, seemed to suddenly expand to 80,000 meters, and it was not only 80,000 meters, but there were infinite possibilities, so when the warm applause that broke out after a long time had been diluted to almost no applause, so it was still silent.

The so-called low-end live broadcast platforms that only collect information for dissemination completely project the scene to the user's terminal, and those platforms that cooperate with Tri-HiFi are all down. Nearly 200 million high-end audiences will not receive the data transmitted by the platform in the middle of the performance. At this rate, 200 million complaints would be an extremely dangerous situation.

Rogon was anxiously waiting, and now he had nothing to do. "Not enough computing power......" he muttered, slamming his fist on the table.