Genius Remembers Love in One Second/Small? This is a wonderful novel for you to read.
In the lobby on the 13th floor of the hotel, the specially hired orchestra was rehearsing for the performance a few days later.
As the person in charge of the banquet, Miss Zhang Qingrui of the Zhang Family was meticulously looking at the layout of the venue.
Zhang Qingrui didn't want to make any mistakes on Old Lady Zhang's 80th birthday.
However, even though it was her 80th birthday, her grandmother, who didn't like this kind of extravagance, suddenly held such a banquet and invited many celebrities, which made Zhang Qingrui confused.
But this confusion didn't dilute the joy in Miss Zhang's heart — How many people could live to 80 years old? Her grandmother was still healthy at 80 years old, wasn't it something to be happy about?
The orchestra stopped at this moment. The conductor put down the baton, walking to Zhang Qingrui with a smile.
The conductor in a tuxedo was in his early fifties. In fact, he was also a guest of Gu Yue Zhai. Obviously, it was because of her grandmother that they could invite this conductor.
"Thank you, Uncle Fang." Zhang Qingrui smiled, "That day, it must be a wonderful banquet."
Fang Ruchang also smiled, "Well, it's my honor to perform for Old Lady Zhang's banquet tomorrow … Well, Jiping, come here."
At this moment, Fang Ruchang was looking for a violinist in the band — this was a handsome young man, walking slowly like a gentleman.
Fang Ruchang said, "Let me introduce, this is Fang Jiping, my son … and this is Miss Zhang Qingrui of the Zhang Family."
Fang Jiping played the violin since he was a child, and now he was a violinist in his father's band. The band had participated in many performances these years, so it had a good reputation. Fang Jiping had been in touch with the upper class since he was a child, so his speech and manners were natural and elegant.
"Hello, Miss Zhang." Fang Jiping smiled slightly, and even his sincere hello was much better than any compliment. He slowly reached out his hand.
Zhang Qingrui reached out and shook Fang Jiping's fingers, "Hello."
After a brief handshake, Zhang Qingrui said softly, "It's true that a good teacher produces a good student."
Fang Jiping said indifferently, "You flatter me … Well, dad, I'll continue to pack, you and Miss Zhang continue to chat."
In fact, Fang Jiping left after saying goodbye. Fang Ruchang smilingly looked at his son's departure, saying slowly, "Oh, this son is good at everything, but he's too dull. Don't be offended."
She was probably trying to introduce someone to him.
Zhang Qingrui keeps her composure. She is clear about Fang Ruchang's plan … as long as she doesn't show her interest in him. She cleverly changed the topic and said, "I heard that Uncle Fang is going to Belgium in a while?"
"Hehe, I do have such a plan." Fang Ruchang said proudly, "This time I plan to take Jiping to attend the Queen Elizabeth International Violin Competition in Brussels, hoping he can get a good result. Well, Qing Rui also knows something about this. It seems that she also likes this kind of thing. "
'I really can't be careless … I can't believe he managed to come back like this.' And she changed from Miss Zhang to Qingrui …
Zhang Qingrui had some complaints in her heart, but she couldn't say anything. The upper class also had their own troubles. Her fingers, which had been holding the phone, slid imperceptibly.
She knew how to set an alarm, and the sound of the alarm was exactly the same as the sound of an incoming call … Well, it was used at this time.
The phone rang at this time.
"Sorry, I have to answer the phone." Zhang Qingrui said apologetically.
Fang Ruchang said, "It doesn't matter. It's Old Lady Zhang's birthday, you are busy. After a few days of performance, I'll toast to Old Lady Zhang in person. "
Zhang Qingrui smiled, pretending to answer the phone, nodding and walking away from Fang Ruchang.
After a while, Fang Ruchang walked to Fang Jiping's side, but his expression was not so kind. He looked at his son, "Zhang Qingrui is pretty and generous. I heard that she doesn't have a boyfriend. "
"Dad, I just want to practice the violin." Fang Jiping shook his head.
Fang Ruchang said indifferently, "Zhang family's financial resources are beyond your imagination. Though the competition is important, if you have the support of Zhang family, you can have a real chance to be successful in the world. You have a bright future, so you have to grasp it well. "
Fang Jiping suddenly felt agitated, "I have someone I like."
Fang Ruchang gave a start, then smiled, "Is it that Miss Wang from last time? Or Miss Li? I saw you chatting well. "
"No, dad, don't make a wild guess." Fang Jiping said, "I'll introduce her when the time comes."
Fang Ruchang nodded, "OK. But remember, those women who are useless to you, forget about them. For you now, nothing is more important than the next competition. "
"I know." Fang Jiping murmured.
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In the commercial street.
In front of the cold drink shop, the boss was impatiently looking at an old woman with a dirty face, "Go away, don't block my business! You stink, how can I do business with you here? "
There were traces of mending all over her clothes, and she was a little hunchbacked. The old woman was carrying a big gray cloth bag. Although she was called an old woman, she seemed to be more than 60 years old.
The old woman's eyes seemed to have some problems, her eyes were white and cloudy. She reached out to touch the front, and then approached the direction where the boss was talking. But she drew out a pile of crumpled white paper from the bag skillfully.
It was black and white, with a half-body photo of a four or five-year-old child printed on it. The old woman drew out a piece of paper with trembling hands, asking hopefully, "Boss, have you seen this child?"
"Go away, go away! If you want to find a lost child, go to the police station! This is a place for business, go away, go away! "
"Boss, boss! Look, please take some time to have a look, I beg you … "
"Go away, go away!"
She could only touch the wall and leave. She quietly and carefully put away the flyer and put it back into her bag.
The old woman then took out a bamboo pole tied to her body, and started to tap the ground while walking slowly to the next shop.
She suffered from cataracts these years, and her eyesight had deteriorated to the extent that everything she saw was just a lump of things mixed together … Perhaps she would be completely blind soon.
She went from one shop to another. Some kindly asked her to go to the police station, some gave her some change, and some scolded her.
But these were not what she wanted.
She just wanted to hear that someone could know the news of the child on the leaflet.
Even if it was just 'I seem to have some impression', it would be good.
Suddenly, she seemed to have touched a door. Perhaps it was a wooden door. A cool and refreshing aura came out, making her feel comfortable in this hot summer.
Then there was a clear and melodious bell sound.
"Welcome, customer. Excuse me, what can I do for you? "
It was the first time that the old woman heard such a polite and honorific voice … Unexpectedly, someone didn't dislike her for being dirty.
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