The only thing that makes people think of the surname Wei is Master Wei.

Qin Yu was stunned when he heard Lin Wan's reminder.

Wei Zihang is indeed surnamed Wei, but—

"That person is a famous gangster around our school," Qin Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Wan, "When fighting, everyone around the school is afraid of him."

How could such a person have something to do with Master Wei?

"Is that true?" Lin Wan paused, her temperament was not very similar to a gangster.

Qin Yu didn't want Lin Wan to pay too much attention to Qin Ran, "Just the school bully, I used to be from a vocational high school next to me, and that group of students were together and did everything. Now I am in the No. 1 Middle School Sports Class."

Lin Wan nodded and finally withdrew her gaze.

"But mom, shouldn't my sister be in school now?" Qin Yu sorted out the two tickets, turned her head, and said in confusion: "Why are you still with someone like Wei Zihang here?"

Lin Wan sneered again.

Ning Qing pursed her lips. She originally wanted to go to Qin Ran to ask her what was going on, but when she heard this, she stopped again.

The two checked the tickets.

Qin Yu looked at Qin Ran and frowned slightly.

Not long after, Xu Yaoguang arrived.

"Something is wrong," Xu Yaoguang wore a black mask, with a black baseball jacket on the outside, only a pair of cold eyes exposed, "Let's wait for a long time."

Qin Yu held the violin and said it was okay.

The two checked the tickets.

Qin Yu looked at the direction of the small door again, where Qin Ran and Wei Zihang disappeared, which was a bit strange.

Xu Yaoguang's ticket is on the edge of the Xin Ning Qing and the others. He is wearing a mask, looking like he is not close to anyone.

Ning Qing knew him and nodded at him.

When he saw her, Xu Yaoguang paused and then called "Auntie Ning".

There is a rare respect in his tone.

Ning Qing was a little stunned. Qin Yu told her more than once that Xu Yaoguang was the first in the grade who was still as moving as a mountain in the school. She had a deep memory of Xu Yaoguang.

The other party is a little arrogant and doesn’t talk much on weekdays. I didn’t expect that his attitude is actually quite good today?

Xu Yaoguang respected Ning Qing, but was much more casual to Lin Wan and shouted casually.

Lin Wan only looked at him lightly, without answering or answering.

Not long after, the cell phone in Xu Yaoguang's pocket rang. He reached out and pulled his mask: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Qin Yu stood up and wanted to tell him that the bathroom was outside and that the bathroom in the backstage could not be accessed, but saw Xu Yaoguang leaving directly.

He didn't care much about him, so Qin Yu sat back without thinking too much.

**

On this side, Qin Ran and Wei Zihang went directly to the backstage, and the small door here was a dedicated passage for staff.

Wei Zihang is very familiar with this place.

When the two of them went in, several music masters in the backstage were trying their hand.

"I heard from the organizer that there was a newcomer in the solo performance after this performance." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, second only to Wei Lin this time, Dai Ran.

In this second seat, it is not easy for those who can climb up.

Especially for this large-scale high-end streaming concert.

The others nodded, "It's a girl, she can be qualified and spiritual, but she came for Master Wei."

"Who didn't come for Master Wei?" Someone laughed.

Dai Ran stood aside, his expression turned cold and he didn't say anything.

He is not as old as Master Wei, and his family background is perfect. He is always suppressed by Wei Lin in this industry.

Realizing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, everyone else closed their mouths and didn't dare to say anything else.

"Zihang, are you here to find your grandpa?" When the atmosphere was silent, Wei Zihang brought Qin Ran in, and several teachers pointed to the direction in front, "He is tuning inside."

"Thank you." Wei Zihang smiled with a good temper.

The others waved their hands and looked at the girl beside him.

The girl was a little embarrassed, and seeing her casual outfit, she didn't look like she was from the solo competition tonight.

Could it be Wei Zihang's girlfriend?

Everyone in the circle knows that Master Wei’s grandson was abducted when he was a child. He was a poor person by nature. He heard that he had been staying in the countryside and was reluctant to go back to the capital to go to school, and became scattered.

Hearing the sound, Master Wei in the room had already come out with a violin.

"Ranran, you are here," Master Wei looked red and looked very happy, "Come in first."

He turned sideways and lets the two of them into his lounge first.

Judging from his attitude, he was much better to that girl than Wei Zihang.

"Master Wei, this one is..." A man looked at Qin Ran with a smile.

There have been rumors in the circle that Master Wei has a favorite disciple and is still a girl.

But those who know the situation do not believe it.

Because I haven't discovered any female disciple around Master Wei for so long. If I really have a disciple I like, my status will be comparable to that of an ordinary violinist, and it will not be publicized to everyone?

"Sister at home, come to see my performance." Master Wei's voice was warm, his tone of speaking was slow, and he could not hear any emotions.

No one else doubted it.

**

Inside the house.

Master Wei opened the surveillance console inside and could see the stage and the audience.

"How is this performance hall?" Master Wei stood in the middle of the room, pointing at the full view of the brilliant performance hall on the TV. "Only those who can step on this performance hall are recognized by the industry."

This performance hall was used to be a royal royal venue, and the requirements for opening are extremely strict.

The goal of every musician is to hold a personal concert here.

Qin Ran came over with a chair, holding a cup in the other hand, with her eyes narrowed, her eyelashes were very long, slightly drooping, unruly and casual.

I was a little lazy to watch the page on TV.

It seems that it has not been ignited by Master Wei's surging blood.

Wei Zihang sat half-relied on the table, looking down at his phone, as if he was sending messages to someone.

Master Wei's tone stopped, then stretched out his right hand and patted Wei Zihang on the head hard: "What are you here to do? Are you here to come to show me?"

Wei Zihang: “…”

"Yes," Wei Zihang raised his head, put away his cell phone, and sighed with some fatigue, "It's me wrong. I should watch your performance seriously and devoutly."

Totally convinced.

"Ah, Sister Ran," Wei Zihang put his cell phone back into his pocket, turned his head to look at Qin Ran's expression, then stood up, threw Master Wei's violin to Qin Ran, squinted his phoenix eyes, "Try it?"

Qin Ran looked at the violin in his hand for a moment, and she still looked very careless.

After a while, she raised her hand and placed the cup in her hand on the table.

Take the violin.

Qin Ran lowered her head and closed her eyes slightly.

**

Xu Yaoguang came to the backstage with some skill.

He pulled down his mask.

Dai Ran came out of the inside with his clothes. When he saw him, he was stunned: "Little Young Master Xu?"

The Xu family is a big family, and Mr. Xu is famous in the capital. There are mirrors in his heart in this circle. Remember who can provoke who cannot provoke.

"Teacher Dai." Xu Yaoguang likes violin. Every time there is a large-scale performance, people here will leave him a ticket.

The Dai family and the Xu family also have some relationships.

I wanted to say more to Xu Yaoguang. The performance was about to be done, so Dai Ran didn't stay much and went to the waiting area in advance.

Xu Yaoguang didn't enter the bathroom, but just made a phone call in the backstage corridor.

After making the phone call, when I was about to leave, a violin sound came from the lounge area.

The outer string is sonorous, the inner string is low and gentle, and the mountains are undulating, almost forcing the heart to penetrate directly into the soul.

Such music is a hearty grand event.
To be continued...