"If this lady's family has not arrived yet, I will go back first. Thank you for your hard work to help me keep the violin and I will get it tomorrow." Wen Wu and his voice are gentle and elegant.

"Ms. Tang's family has arrived and got the violin. Please wait a moment."

As soon as Dean Zhou finished speaking, a series of notes splashed out from the room.

The dean looked into the room.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Wen held the steering wheel with one hand and pursed his lips.

This is the sound of his violin, and Wen Wu has an absolute sound, so you can't hear it wrong.

Although I was unhappy, someone touched his violin.

However, he even had the idea of ​​listening to this song carefully.

Tang Jingqing pointed down... a natural lyrical melody flowed out.

Wen Wuyu, who was obsessed with music, could not hear what music Tang Jingqing was playing for a while.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the piano on the other end of the phone.

I feel like this music is telling a person's love, from emotion to proud confession, when we are together, the contradictions gradually increase, and emotions move towards painful depression.

Complex emotions progress from layer to layer, from giving people a pleasant and slightly sweet shyness to the emotions that make the audience feel stuffy, which is very infectious.

The sound of the piano stagnates for a moment.

Wen Wu and opened their eyes to guess whether the song was over.

Before Mr. Wen could react, hundreds of notes entered his ears with thunderous force, and the majestic notes of wild indulgence burst out. Mr. Wen had a whistling feeling of war in front of him, which made people excited and nervous.

Tang Qiuwen's room was already full of people.

Through the half-closing of the door, you can see the delicate nose of the girl in the room sweating and a crystal luster. She pursed her lips tightly, and her black and white eyes were as firm as the notes at her fingertips.

The hand speed of pressing the strings... is so fast that people can only see a afterimage, and it is getting faster and faster, so intense that it makes people's eardrums hurt and their hearts tremble!?

The tension and fear brought by the war... swept across the body.

It was as shocked as the body and soul were torn apart!

President Zhou's heart was squeezed into his throat and his eyes were unable to beat. The hairs on his body stood up. He never thought that this song could be played so fiercely, and even allowed people to smell the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield!

Wen Wuyu on the other end of the phone closed his eyes and had goose bumps. He held the steering wheel tightly, almost breaking the steering wheel!

The last note was stopped neatly. Wen Wu and his eyes opened, their blood was boiling, their eyes and cheeks were red. He pushed open the car door and ran upstairs like crazy.

What kind of music is this?! What's the name?! Who is the performer?! Who is the creator?!

The heavy rain could not extinguish the fire in Mr. Wen's mind. The fire cleaned up all his thoughts, leaving only these four questions in his mind, and the music that just hit his soul.

He rushed into the building, grabbed the caregiver passing by, gasping heavily, opened his mouth but couldn't even ask a word.

What is the name of the lady who took his violin, and what is the name of the lady's family!

"Mr. Wen!"

Hearing Dean Zhou's voice, Wen Wu and the nurse let go and turned their heads. Dean Zhou carried his piano case and hurried over.

"Mr. Wen, your violin! Ms. Tang's daughter asked me to apologize to you for her, for her mother's behavior, because she touched your piano without your consent just now." Dean Zhou handed the piano case to Mr. Wen with both hands.

Wen Wuyu, who was covered with rain on his shoulders in the suit, took the violin, and his eyes were warm and anxious: "Can you take me to see Ms. Tang's daughter?!"

President Zhou nodded after being slightly stunned, took Wen Wu and Tang Qiuwen's room and knocked at the door: "Xiao Tang..."

No one responded.

President Zhou looked inside through the glass window on the door. Tang Qiuwen was already asleep on the bed, without Tang Jingqing's figure.

"Xiao Tang's child should have rushed back to school to go to class!" Dean Zhou did not forget that Tang Jingqing was still wearing a school uniform when she came.

Wen Wuyu was a little disappointed, and then asked anxiously: "Then... what is Ms. Tang's daughter's name? Can you tell me which high school you are in?!"

Although Mr. Wen often comes here, he is very gentle.

But suddenly asked someone about Tang Jingqing's information, and President Zhou must not say anything without Tang Jingqing's consent, so he said, "Mr. Wen, Ms. Tang is here. I think Xiao Tang will definitely come over during the holidays, and you will see him at that time."

Mr. Wen nodded and hurriedly took out a famous card from his suit pocket and handed it to Dean Zhou: "Dean, this is my business card. If Ms. Tang's daughter comes again, please call me to notify me. Is it okay?"

The black business card has a golden font, with Mr. Wen’s mobile phone number and name - Wen Wuyu.

Dean Zhou nodded and watched Mr. Wen leave. Looking at Wen Wuyu's name on the business card, he felt a little familiar but couldn't remember where he had heard it.

As soon as Dean Zhou put away his business card, he saw Tang Jingqing coming out of the bathroom with a basin in the room.

"Xiao Tang, you didn't leave!" President Zhou was stunned.

Tang Jingqing turned around and looked questioning.

President Zhou pushed the door and handed the business card he had just put away and said to Tang Jingqing: "Mr. Wen, the owner of the violin, just now, came to you! This is his business card, and he said... Next time you come and ask me to contact you!"

Tang Jingqing glanced at the business card - Wen Wuyu.

The youngest genius violinist in history?!

Tang Jingqing smiled at Dean Zhou with a well-behaved look on her face and said, "I know Dean Zhou, I will contact Mr. Wen, so I won't bother you to notify him."

"Okay!" Dean Zhou had a kind smile between his eyebrows and eyes. "Xiao Tang played the violin so well, and he got goosebumps. It's convenient to tell me what the song was?!"

"That was written by a friend of mine, and it still... has no name." Tang Jingqing's slender fingers unconsciously clenched the edge of the basin.

Dean Zhou nodded, and saw that Tang Jingqing was unwilling to say more and there was no force. He couldn't help but praise Tang Jingqing and suggested that Tang Jingqing could develop in the violin. Tang Jingqing obediently said that he would consider it.

After seeing off Dean Zhou, Tang Jingqing glanced at the business card expressionlessly and threw it into the trash can.

Wen Wu and returned to the car with a heart of disappointment. He leaned in the driver's seat and closed his eyes... When he recalled the sound of the piano just now, his blood was thrilling.

Since Qi Xuyang's death, he has never heard such a good song or such a good piano sound again.

For a moment, Wen Wu and... thought that the person playing the violin was Qi Xuyang.

Wen Wu closed his eyes, leaned his head against the driver's seat, and tears were shining at the corners of his eyes.

Ms. Tang’s...daughter.

Is he actually a girl?!
Chapter completed!