July 25th, Friday, 4pm.

Chen Wen walked out of a piano factory in the suburbs of Shanghai and exhaled.

The young supervisor next to him followed politely, "If you just want to make that kind of mini piano, our group also has a subsidiary that specializes in producing children's pianos. I can take you to learn about it when you have time."

"Are you free tonight? I'll treat you to a meal and help you get in touch. Maybe we can go shopping there in the evening."

Chen Wen shook his head: "Sorry, I have something to do later. I have to go to the children's piano. I'll trouble you next time."

"Okay." The young supervisor smiled nonchalantly, "Then I'll give it to you. Just let me know in advance if you want to come next time."

Chen Wen was sent to the parking lot, got into a temporarily rented car, and headed to the music school where Jiang Qiuyi was.

Originally, he planned to visit the piano factory on the 28th, but it turned out that that day happened to be the time when Jiang Qiuyi was going to the piano exhibition.

At first, Chen Wen thought he didn't have to go. After all, he didn't know much about piano, but Jiang Qiuyi obviously insisted on dragging him along.

In addition, he had been working around the clock to make Zangetsu for the past few days, and the progress was much faster than he originally thought, so he simply decided to visit here this afternoon to learn the principles of piano production and the materials needed.

This time we are all preparing for Jiang Qiuyi’s birthday in October.

Of course, with his pure manual ability and energy, it is impossible to make a normal piano in two or three months.

So his goal is just a handmade mini piano that can be played.

If everything goes well, judging from the production process we learned today, the time should be enough.

If you can go to a factory that specializes in the production of children's pianos and learn from it next time, it might be helpful to shorten your own production time.

But tonight, he obviously had more important things to do.

On July 25th, the Shanghai Conservatory of Music’s summer piano performance will be held in the auditorium in the east of the college.

Jiang Qiuyi asked him for a general-seat ticket and ordered him to come tonight to admire her outstanding performance on the stage.

If possible, Chen Wen prefers to sit on the sofa in the rented piano room and enjoy the piano music played by Jiang Qiuyi alone.

However, sitting among a large audience and enjoying your girlfriend's performance is another kind of experience.

Once in a while is not bad.

After driving to the vicinity of the Conservatory of Music, Chen Wen found a small restaurant to deal with the couple, and then received a WeChat message from Jiang Qiuyi.

My dear little girlfriend: Where is she? Have you come here?

Chen Wen: I’m eating. I’ll come over after eating.

My dear little girlfriend: I went backstage to get ready, and I still had to change clothes and put on makeup.

My dear little girlfriend: Your seat is in area B3. You can find it by going straight through the door on the east side of the auditorium.

My dear little girlfriend: My seat is right next to you, and my bag is right there.

My dear little girlfriend: From that position, you should be able to see the front of the piano player on stage. Remember to help record it when I come on stage~

Chen Wen: Well, go ahead and prepare.

After finishing the braised chicken and rice on the table, Chen Wen paid and walked into the music conservatory not far away.

Because of the piano performance, there were many more people in the school today than in the past few days.

Chen Wen walked among the crowd and immediately attracted the attention of many girls.

When he was queuing up to check in at the door, a blushing girl came to him and asked for his WeChat ID.

So complicated.

Chen Wen missed Jiang Qiuyi a little. If she were around, there wouldn't be so many things.

Why not just customize a piece of clothing? Print "Have a Girlfriend" on the front and "No WeChat" on the back.

It feels like it will be much more convenient.

After following the queue to check in, Chen Wen walked into the slightly dim auditorium.

The space inside is very large, divided into upper and lower floors? It is said that it can seat about 5,000 people at the same time.

Following the signs on the road? Chen Wen found his seat smoothly. On the seat on the right was the brown bag Jiang Qiuyi had carried out in the morning.

It was almost half past five at this time, and spectators were arriving from outside one after another.

There were students and teachers from our school, as well as parents who came in to visit after receiving delivery tickets.

If there were no event credit awards for this kind of performance, probably only people I knew would come and take a look.

But even so? It is very difficult to fill the entire auditorium.

These days? There are fewer and fewer people who are willing to calm down and enjoy a piece of music quietly.

Not to mention that tonight's piano performance, which lasted at least four hours, was just a carnival for a small group of people.

If it weren't for Jiang Qiuyi? Chen Wen probably wouldn't have the idea to come here.

Isn’t it nice to do crafts at home?

"Eh? Are you Qiuqiu's boyfriend?" A gentle voice came from the side.

Chen Wen turned around and looked around, and saw an ordinary girl leaning over the seat one space away on the right, searching for something.

Because the light was a bit dark, Chen Wen didn't recognize who she was: "Who are you?"

"I'm Qiuqiu's violin partner, whom I just met a few days ago." An ordinary girl found what she wanted from her bag, straightened up and rolled her hair, looked at Chen Wen and said with a smile.

"Oh." Chen Wen nodded and signaled to the senior sister, "Hello."

"It's only half past five. Do you want to go backstage to see Qiuqiu? She should be putting on makeup now." The ordinary girl asked.

Chen Wen thought for a moment, stood up and said, "I'll trouble you then."

Following ordinary girls through the auditorium, Chen Wen walked into the backstage.

Because the weather was very hot, and the boys on stage had to wear suits and leather shoes, the air conditioning was fully turned on backstage.

Chen Wen, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, subconsciously touched his arm, and it took him a while to get used to it.

The backstage hall is very spacious, and people who have already packed up are sitting together in twos and threes, either chatting or adjusting silently.

Chen Wen was led to the dressing room by ordinary girls. After pushing the door open, he saw Jiang Qiuyi sitting in front of the floor-length mirror being served by a female makeup artist.

Jiang Qiuyi was wearing a white coat and a thin blanket on his legs. It was hard to tell what he was wearing.

Jiang Qiuyi's eyes lit up when she saw Chen Wen in the mirror, but the makeup artist sister was working on her face, so she didn't dare to move and could only stretch out a white arm to wave to him.

When Chen Wen walked to the side, Jiang Qiuyi took his right hand and pulled it onto his lap to knead it carefully.

"Why are you in?" Jiang Qiuyi asked happily, winking at Chen Wen with a sullen face because he was putting on makeup.

"Your senior sister helped bring it in." Chen Wen said, and the ordinary girl next to him brought a stool to him. After he took it, he thanked the ordinary girl.

"You guys talk slowly, I won't get involved." Ordinary girls saw the two of them looking disgusted and immediately exited the dressing room.
Chapter completed!