At this time, when Eco and his party looked up, they saw a woman with long black hair tied into a ponytail was sitting on the piano chair in the performance hall, gently stroking the keys with both hands, smiling, immersed in the world of music, but when Eco and Nora's family heard the woman's piano sound, they were quickly brought into the world of music by the woman's piano, because the woman's piano sound was so beautiful.

"The sound of the piano repeatedly, melodious, a kind of rhyme, relaxed and happy, in the middle of the earth, I am really lucky to be lucky to hear such a beautiful sound of the piano. After listening quietly to the performer's performance, Terry praised the woman who played the piano.

"This gentleman has won the prize, and it is also my honor that the sound of the piano of a man of poor skill can make you like, my name is Lancôme Connie, may I ask the honorific names of the gentleman and this lady?" The person who played the harp, a woman named Lancôme, replied modestly.

"I'm Terry Harrison from Taiping Province, and this is Celine Harrison, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lancôme, a well-known new generation musician and pianist." Terry smiled kindly and held out his right hand to Miss Lancôme, as did Celine on the side.

......

After the Nora family and Eco and Lancôme introduced each other to the people on their side, the two parties found a private room under the guidance of the staff and began to have a deeper level of communication.

This Miss Lancôme has beautiful black hair, although her face is not stunning, but it is also quite cute, but compared to these, the temperament as a musician makes this Miss Lancôme look charming. It's just a third-order middle level.But when she was in the performance hall, she had been quietly by her side and didn't speak at all, and the older woman, who seemed to be about thirty years old, seemed to be a bodyguard, but her cultivation had reached the late fourth-order stage.

However, just as a few people were chatting, the door of the private room where they were was was pushed open, and following the prestige, they saw that the person who came was eight feet long, and he was the current owner of this concert hall, Andrew Cliff. Her perception was always fully open, and she could clearly feel that from Miss Lancôme and her bodyguards, Baird's body actually exuded a flash of murderous aura.

(This murderous aura is obviously aimed at Andrew, but from Andrew's appearance, it doesn't seem to be the same as Lancôme......'s. What's so funny about this?)

But before Acco could observe something, he heard a few people in the conversation talk about something quite interesting: "Well, it's a pity to say, there are more than 20 groups of performers in this concert, including Miss Lancôme, and the performance time of the whole audience is very limited, so even if you want to listen to Miss Lancôme's piano more, you can only enjoy it in a short performance time." The person who made this exclamation was Terry, and he could clearly see that his daughter admired Miss Lancôme's piano sound and musical knowledge, so he had been wondering how to make her communicate more with Miss Lancôme because he was a daughter, probably understandable, right?

However, to his surprise and Nora's words, Mr. Andrew said, "Haha, sure enough, every year the concert encounters such a thing, because it basically happens every year, the audience is dissatisfied with the lack of time for a certain artist's performance, and wants to hear more performances happen. We are very fortunate to have Miss Lancôme here the night after tomorrow to have a small recital of our own, which means that if you can get Miss Lancôme to invite you to her performance, you will be able to hear her play, and by the way, I am very honored to accept Miss Lancôme's invitation." Andrew joked complacently after introducing the recital the night after tomorrow.

"Oh, is there such a convention? So Miss Lancôme, do my family and I have the privilege of attending your recital?" Terry smiled politely.

"Well, I'm glad you and your family joined me for a concert." Miss Lancôme smiled as well.

"Ahh After hearing that Lancôme agreed to Terry's request, Andrew made the request to Lancôme.

"Hmm...... Okay, so we'll go now, shall we?" Lancôme in. After a little hesitation, he readily agreed to Andrew's request.Then the group was led by Lancôme to the small performance hall where Miss Lancôme was about to hold a solo recital.This performance hall is still quite simple, only the audience and the stage.But it is obvious that there are already some lights and props on the stage.Obviously, this Miss Lancôme also seems to have the idea of pursuing a good stage effect.

But just as Lancôme was introducing them to Mr. and Mrs. Terry, who barely understood the facilities on stage, Nora suddenly asked, "By the way, Miss Lancôme, I have here a score from our school's club's own latest original song, I want you to see how this piece should be changed, can you?"

"Oh, do you mean that the students at your school wrote it themselves? Can you do it now? Does Miss Nora have a score now?" Lancôme did not refuse Nora's request, but was interested, and even asked to see the score now.

"Well, yes, here it is." Hearing Lancôme's unexpected answer, Nora was stunned for a moment, and then quickly came to her senses, and pulled out a sheet of music from her handbag, and Miss Lancôme took the sheet music, and after only a brief glance, she showed a surprised look, and then immediately walked to the piano placed on the stage.

However, when Lancôme played the first note of the piece, Eco unconsciously felt a sense of disobedience in his heart.

"...... this?"