Because of his presence, Fang Jiayin's performance requires the cooperation of the theater leaders and staff, and the work is particularly efficient.

He sat in the first row, and there were several well-known foreign violinists.

On stage, Fang Jiayin mopped the floor in a bright red dress, and the light projected in a straight line from above her, enveloping her, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the work she was playing.

The audience was also intoxicated.

In the whole recital hall, there was only the sound of her beautiful violin.

'Ah Sheng, have I improved this time compared to last time?' ’

'Yes. ’

'Ah Sheng, do I play well?' ’

'Sounds good. ’

Looking back now, it seems that he had never listened to her play the violin.

He just heard that Aiwu is going to be as good as Wu, so what she likes, he should also be interested.

Listening to her play the violin at that time and now he accompany Wen Xuxu to watch boring and childish bubble dramas are also things that he is not interested in, but the mood of being with them is completely different.

If the interest shown in her hobbies is an illusion, then the ...... for her What about love?

They developed such a close relationship that his heart was thrilled by her confession, and they exchanged each other's firsts.

How can these be explained?

His love for Wen Xuxu has reached the level that she must have been, and he shouldn't have been entangled in Fang Jiayin's past.

But he never let go of his and hers' night.

Is this the magic of an unforgettable first time?

"Thank you."

After the performance, Fang Jiayin bowed slightly to the audience.

The headlights on the stage suddenly turned on, and the entire recital hall was much brighter.

Yan Rusheng held back his thoughts, looked at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock, and he quickly took out his mobile phone.

Looking at the clean screen, a touch of disappointment crossed his heart.

This stupid woman, he hasn't been over until now, and he doesn't know how to call him, blaming Wen Xuxu in his heart, holding his mobile phone in his hand, he has quickly edited a text message and sent it.

'Daughter-in-law, it's so late, you should go home first.' ’

"I just found out that the organizer of the event invited the children from the elementary school I went to support a few days ago, and I am very happy and excited to hear the news."

Fang Jiayin's excited voice came from the stage again.

Yan Rusheng raised his eyes and saw that a group of plainly dressed children slowly walked from the backstage to the stage under the leadership of a similarly plainly dressed woman.

He only glanced at it, and it was clear that there were twelve children, different ages, with the same dark skin, and a pair of black eyes looking timidly at the audience.

It's very distressing to watch.

Seeing Fang Jiayin, those children happily hugged one by one.

"Teacher Fang."

Fang Jiayin also squatted down and hugged them with open arms.

Seeing that scene, the corners of Yan Rusheng's mouth couldn't help but curl up, because he thought of lifelike, and she was the same for those children in the orphanage.

Even if she feels more sincere to him, it is not that Fang Jiayin is insincere, but that those children give him more maternal love than Fang Jiayin.

Thinking of Wen Xuxu, he looked down at the phone screen, but Xuxu didn't reply to him.

It must have been crazy playing outside with that dirty little thing, and he couldn't sit still.

The children on the stage sang a song of 'Grateful Heart' in unison and gave it to Fang Jiayin.

Fang Jiayin's eyes were moist.

The concert came to an end, and Yan Rusheng went backstage to say hello to Fang Jiayin.

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