It was a midsummer night, and the lights were waning.
The outside of the concert hall was packed with reporters and media. In order to ensure that the concert would be held smoothly, more than two hundred police officers were stationed outside the hall to maintain order. This was the most sensational concert in City A in recent years. Even when the chief pianist of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra came to City A for a concert, it wasn't as lively as this.
Zhou Manchun was sitting backstage, being tossed around by the makeup artist. Beside her sat a handsome, cultured, and refined man in a navy blue suit. His smile was as warm as the sun in winter, and he was carefully scrutinizing the woman beside him.
All these years, Yu Chen had been by Zhou Manchun's side. YC Group was also founded by him. He and Zhou Manchun got married in the United States and had a lovely daughter.
"Xiaochun, you're so beautiful." Yu Chen's dark eyes carried a smile. There were so many beautiful women in this world, but Zhou Manchun was always the only one in his heart.
"Thank you for the compliment." Zhou Manchun pursed her lips. The makeup artist had just applied lipstick for her. After three years, Zhou Manchun's appearance hadn't changed at all, but her temperament was more mature than before. Her eyes were as clear as ever, making it hard for people to look away.
Zhou Manchun stood up, walked to the fitting mirror, and spun around. Her graceful figure was as light as a lively elf, and the purple strapless gown tightly wrapped around her plump chest, revealing the ravine that was enough to attract people to commit crimes. The entire back was hollowed out, and her smooth and snow-white skin made people involuntarily associate her with elegance. The design of the waist made her even more charming, and the layered skirt was like a blooming lily of perfume, pure and fragrant.
The designer walked forward, took a bottle of expensive perfume, and sprayed a little onto Zhou Manchun's wrist, neck, and gown. Zhou Manchun rarely wore perfume in the past, but in the past two years, she had attended all kinds of concerts, big and small, and seemed to have gotten used to this kind of fragrant perfume.
Zhou Manchun's originally black straight hair had already become brown and wavy. The designer slightly tidied her hair, took a silver hairpin, and put it on the top of her head. Her hair fell down just right, and was tucked behind her ears. On her small earlobes hung two strings of golden tassel earrings. Her makeup was extremely simple, as if she didn't have any makeup on, but she was already unbelievably beautiful.
Yu Chen hugged Zhou Manchun from behind and held her tightly. He rested his chin on Zhou Manchun's shoulder, and his eyes never left her. The corners of his mouth curled up into a doting smile. "Honey, you're so beautiful."
Zhou Manchun's red lips slightly raised, and she smiled coquettishly.
Qian Moli, who was also in the dressing room, had goosebumps all over her body. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her arms, "Can the two of you not be so disgusting?"
"Moli, hurry up and find a man to marry." Zhou Manchun's voice was very gentle, and there was even a smile on her lips.
Qian Moli lowered her eyes, and her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered twice. She muttered, "I'm not. It's so good to be single. Being single is free."
Zhou Manchun smiled warmly as she looked at Qian Moli, who had the same hairstyle as her three years ago. Qian Moli was a year younger than her, a female lawyer, and also Yu Chen's junior high school sister. Zhou Manchun and Qian Moli met in the United States. Qian Moli was now the legal advisor of YC Group, and also a good friend of Zhou Manchun and Yu Chen.
"Now that we're back in China, don't worship Americans and don't want to get married." Zhou Manchun was just about to bend down and put on high heels, but Yu Chen had already squatted down before her. He held a silver high heel, and with one hand, he gently grabbed Zhou Manchun's beautiful ankle and personally helped her put on the high heel.
On Zhou Manchun's leg hung an extremely exquisite anklet. It was a design personally drawn by Yu Chen, and it was custom-made by a designer. Ever since Zhou Manchun put it on, she had never taken it off.
"It looks so good." Yu Chen looked at Zhou Manchun, who had already dressed up. His obsidian eyes instantly lit up, and he praised her endlessly.
In the concert hall for ten thousand people.
Zhou Manchun's concert today attracted a large number of fans. After leaving City A, she had been confused for a while and didn't know what to do in the future. She even hated playing the piano, but Yu Chen always felt that the most suitable profession for Zhou Manchun was not a doctor, but a pianist. Such an elegant and beautiful woman was indeed beautiful when she held a scalpel, but he wanted her to stand under the spotlight and become an internationally renowned pianist.
After going to the United States, Zhou Manchun rested at home for three months. Yu Chen bought a piano, but she didn't even look at it. That was her saddest memory. As soon as she saw the piano, all the bad memories in her mind emerged, so she didn't want to play the piano anymore.
But one day, Zhou Manchun saw Yu Chen sitting in front of the piano. Yu Chen's mother, Anya Liu, was a piano teacher. Yu Chen had been influenced by music since he was a child and could also play the piano, but he was not as professional as Zhou Manchun. Yu Chen had long forgotten the staff he had learned when he was a child, and even the position of his fingers on the keyboard was wrong. When Zhou Manchun saw it, she thought it was funny, so she walked over and showed him the correct way.
This was how Yu Chen encouraged Zhou Manchun to play the piano again. He felt that the music played by Zhou Manchun was as pure as her heart. He liked listening to her play the piano very much.
In this way, Zhou Manchun slowly played the piano again. Yu Chen helped her sign up for many competitions without her knowing anything. Finally, the girl who stood out in each competition attracted the attention of the outside world. She became popular quickly in a year, and she had a strange habit of never showing her face when playing the piano. The outside world was guessing who she was. When she participated in competitions, she always wore a hat, but her fans thought it was very unique and cool. Some people even guessed that she was a woman with a story.
The same piece of music, played by different people, would have different feelings, because everyone's piano skills were different. Real music, if you want to move people's hearts, you must learn to tell a story.
Every piece of Mackie's music had a story. At her concerts, many people even shed silent tears. No one knew who she was, and no one knew how much effort she had put in to achieve what she had today. Yu Chen was her first supporter and the best one.
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