Paris, 6:20.

It was getting dark outside and the city became lively.

In the Grand Theater, there was no empty seat at this time. Everyone looked at the large table occupying a considerable table in front and waited quietly.

Compared to the bustling outside the theater, it seems to be isolated.

Zhan Le sat in an inconspicuous position, looking forward to the tabletop.

This location is where she asked someone to buy the ticket, and she deliberately asked to buy it here.

When Kelly found out, she asked someone to change it for her, but she refused.

Before the concert ended, she didn't want Zaixing to know that she was coming. She was worried that she would think about her appearance at the Guild.

But as time goes by, the performance is about to begin, and she is a little nervous.

Since Lian Shi left the country last time, he left not long after he left. She has never seen Jae Xing again since then. She really wants to see Jae Xing and see how he has happened with her own eyes.

Lin Qinru sat in the front position, and he looked directly at the stage like everyone here.

Although there was nothing on the stage at this time.

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Lin Qinru looked at the darkness at the end of the stage and counted in his heart, "One, two, three...twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine..."                                        �

The theater is dark and all the light sources disappear.

There was a commotion around, not much, but it was enough to lift the quiet veil.

As this veil was unveiled, Kong Yue's piano sounded.

The commotion disappeared, and all the sounds disappeared.

No one makes a sound or moves. There is darkness and light here.

There is nothing here except desolation.

However, the sound of the piano sounded in this desolation, as if it came from a distant place, with loneliness and vastness.

It stood in the loneliest corner, curled up with its wounded body, it trembled, it was uneasy, it was afraid, it was nervous.

It is looking forward, it longs, it struggles, it hopes.

The sound of the piano is slow and winding. It flows through the flowing water, climbs up mountains, crosses hills, and floats up to the sea.

It starts from the quiet and slow at the beginning to the rush and anger at the back, it begins to accuse, starts to shout, and starts to roar.

It hates, it is angry, it resents, thousands of horses galloping, the surging rivers, the waves surging, dark clouds, and storms.

The sky has changed, the thunder is rolling, the rain is crackling, how desperate it is.

How sad it is, how painful it is.

Love, hate, hurt, hurt.

In the end, what is left is nothing more than ruins and scattered mud.

It is tired, it is tired, it is mourning.

The piano sound is low, low, and low. It is telling, begging, and making the last humble prayer.

Give it, give it, give it...                                                          �

Zhan Le's tears fell, and she looked ahead, where the piano sound came out, her eyes were moist.

Son, mom knows, mom understands, mom understands.

Lin Qinru's heart was shocked, and even trembled because of the shock.

He looked at the center of the darkness, there was a man there, he couldn't see what he looked like, but he knew who he was.

He is using his piano to express his love and his love.

He is Han Zaixing, a genius violinist.
Chapter completed!