funbook-pk Chapter 121 The top of the head seems to be struck by lightning
Chapter 121 The top of the head seems to be struck by lightning
Those who come here to participate in the competition have already gone through layers of selection, and the judges' judging criteria are very strict.
Now that this young man has won first place, everyone feels that he deserves it.
As the conductor of the Royal Orchestra, Carls and Lu Wenyin, the principal cellist of the North City Orchestra, went on stage to present awards to the teenagers.
The program team produced a huge invitation letter for the royal band.
When the boy received the trophy and invitation, his inner excitement was aroused once again.
That bright and slightly wild girl was actually like a god, making his wish come true.
Xie Jinghong was worried that Carls would talk a lot of nonsense next, so he found it boring and pulled Nini away early.
Carls picked up the microphone, and sure enough, the first thing he mentioned was the Master of Strings.
He searched for the person the entire game but couldn't find him.
The young man stood on the stage, his eyes searching the audience, thinking that Master Tingxian must still be there.
Sure enough, just as Carls was speaking, he saw the familiar figure in the back row.
Carls continued to talk incessantly, mostly expressing his admiration for the Master of Listening to Strings and his strong desire to invite her to appear.
His blue eyes seemed to be equipped with lasers, scanning everyone present.
Suddenly, he saw two young girls leaving in the back row.
The top of his head seemed to be struck by lightning.
His intuition told him that the man in black clothes and a baseball cap was the master of listening to strings.
But she looked so young.
Carls stared at Xie Jinghong's departing back in a daze.
"Master Tingxian, thank you for coming here. I will always love you. Your music is the force that gives the Royal Orchestra new life. Thank you."
As if shouting, Carls looked at the direction of departure with a clear goal.
This made the audience curious. Is the string master behind them?
Everyone turned to look, but only saw a corner of black clothes disappearing at the door.
The whole place was silent.
The boy stood under the spotlight, his emotions spreading.
This kind of joy, as if he had a little secret with the master of string music, was a hundred times happier than winning the award and joining the Royal Orchestra.
After the award ceremony, Carls excitedly pulled Lu Wenyin and said:
"I saw the Master of Strings. I'm sure she is the Master of Strings."
Lu Wenyin glanced at the audience leaving the venue and was also excited: "Where is she? Where is she?"
Carls shook his head regretfully. "She left during the awards ceremony just now. I only saw her back. She... in your words, she was so young, so beautiful, and so elegant."
Lu Wenyin:???
"Mr. Carls, didn't you just see a back?"
Carls puffed out his chest in dissatisfaction when he heard this.
"What's wrong with her back? She looks young, beautiful, and elegant from behind. If I saw her from the front, I think she would be even younger, more beautiful, and more elegant!"
Lu Wenyin: ...
Lu Wenyin was almost confused by him.
"Okay, okay, I believe Master Tingxian must be a man of extraordinary bearing."
Lu Wenyin was afraid that Carls would go around in circles again, so she quickly told the truth.
This is actually what she really thinks. Anyone who can write so many beautiful songs must have an extraordinary temperament.
As the saying goes, listening to the music is like seeing the person. The only thing that surprised her was that the master of listening to strings was actually a young girl.
What kind of life experience allowed her to write so many magnificent, yet sad and compassionate songs?
Carls was a stickler for details, and he pestered Lu Wenyin to explain:
"Not only is she extraordinary in bearing, she is also very young, very beautiful, and very elegant..."
Lu Wenyin: ...
She really wanted to escape from this chatty old man.
As soon as Xie Jinghong and Nini came out, they saw pink ribbons scattered all over the roadside, swirling in the cold wind and swirling into the air.
"Thank you for the hard work of the sanitation workers."
Nini complained casually and turned to look at Xie Jinghong: "Your adopted daughter is quite weird, huh?"
Xie Jinghong curled his lips slightly.
"It's okay if she doesn't understand, but if she wants to steal my things, that's not okay."
Nini felt as if she had a hidden meaning in her words. She stared at those amber eyes that shimmered with light for a long time and asked curiously:
"What do you mean? Did she steal your things?"
The momentum was so strong that it seemed as if if Xie Chenghuan dared to snatch something from the girl in front of her, Nini would find someone to fight him.
Xie Jinghong patted her shoulder, still smiling faintly.
"Don't worry, I won't give her this chance."
"That's good. If she really dares to snatch it, tell me and I'll help you beat her up!"
The two chatted and laughed as they walked towards the parking lot together.
Huo Jingyang’s luxury car was still in the parking lot.
Xie Chenghuan was crying breathlessly while holding the violin, and Huo Jingyang was wiping her tears and comforting her.
"It's just a competition, it's okay, Cheng Huan, but..."
He wanted to ask, "Didn't you say you composed that piece yourself? How did it become the work of Master Tingxian?"
But seeing Xie Chenghuan crying like this, he felt a little bit reluctant.
"Jingyang, do you think that piece of music belongs to Master Tingxian? I spent many late nights writing it. I can't claim credit for it just because he's more famous than me and became famous earlier than me, right?"
Xie Chenghuan probably heard that Huo Jingyang was hesitant to speak, so he asked him back.
Huo Jingyang was slightly stunned.
"You mean, that's your piece? Master Tingxian simply arranged the ending on the spot, is that what you mean?"
Xie Chenghuan's tears started to flow again, and he nodded with a very aggrieved look.
"Yeah, but as soon as Master Tingxian came out, everyone thought I was the one who plagiarized, especially..."
She choked up and could barely speak. "Especially my mother's attitude towards me. She doesn't trust me at all. She's raised me for twenty years. Doesn't she know what kind of person I am?"
"When I saw that my mother didn't believe me, I simply didn't want to explain anymore. Master Tingxian and Carls were here, so it was useless for me to say anything."
Huo Jingyang exploded when he heard her say that.
"How can you say that? That's the fruit of your hard work. You stole the fruits of others and then turned the tables on them. This Tingxian is really despicable!"
"You sit in the car and wait for me. I'll go find the organizing committee and give you an explanation."
Huo Jingyang said this and was about to get off the car.
Xie Chenghuan grabbed her and pleaded, "Forget it, forget it, Jingyang. What hurts me most is not this, but that mom doesn't believe me at all."
"Gossip can melt gold. What can you do if you go?"
Xie Chenghuan's remarks were just to maintain his image in Huo Jingyang's heart. How could he really let him go to the organizing committee?
If the matter gets out of hand, she will only be embarrassed for the second time.
"But what are you going to do? Are you going to just bear the stigma of plagiarism?"
"I'll be heartbroken, Cheng Huan."
Huo Jingyang felt heartbroken as he watched the goddess he held in his hands being cursed because of the immorality of those people.
He couldn't convince himself to just let it go.
Xie Chenghuan threw herself into his arms, her shoulders shaking with tears.
"Jingyang, even if the whole world doubts me and insults me, as long as you believe in me, that's enough."
Such complete trust and entrustment made Huo Jingyang feel that he had a greater responsibility.
But after what he had just experienced, he really couldn't bear to let Xie Chenghuan continue to be immersed in such a bad mood.
"Be good, don't cry, I believe in you, I will always believe in you."
With Huo Jingyang's response and promise, Xie Chenghuan finally felt relieved.
She couldn't let this incident damage her image in Huo Jingyang's heart. She had to stabilize him first so that she could continue to be the proud and elegant first lady of North City.
Only then can you find an opportunity to get close to the Xie family and integrate into the Xie family.
She knew clearly in her heart that without Huo Jingyang, she would be nothing.
"Well, Jingyang, I know you love me the most."
With tears in her eyes, she gently kissed Huo Yangyang on the side of his face.
The moment she looked up, she saw a familiar figure through the car window.
Thank you Jinghong!
Why is she here?
Could it be that she was also at the competition just now?
She watched Xie Jinghong get into the sports car. This was the theater's exclusive parking lot. Xie Jinghong parked the car here, which meant that she had really watched the game just now.
Countless possibilities emerged in Xie Chenghuan's mind.
Why is it that wherever Xie Jinghong appears, everything she plans cannot go according to her wishes?
Could it be that the so-called master of listening to strings just now was Xie Jinghong playing tricks?
Thinking of this, she immediately let go of Huo Jingyang and started searching for the video of the game on the Internet.
She had to listen to the voice of the so-called master of string music again.
Her thoughts were so confused at the time, and she was so frightened and ashamed that she didn't distinguish the voice carefully.
On the Internet, the news that Master Tingxian slapped the face of a contestant who was accused of plagiarism during the competition has spread widely.
Her video "Looking at the Moon" has taken the entire Internet by storm.
Xie Chenghuan's hands were shaking, she urgently needed to confirm whether that person was Xie Jinghong.
Finally I found a video without background music, where I could listen to the string master speaking.
She held the phone to her ear and listened carefully.
"Cheng Huan, what's wrong?"
Huo Jingyang was startled by her behavior, thinking that she remembered the humiliating moment just now and was going crazy again.
Xie Chenghuan didn't have time to pay attention to him. He just made a shushing gesture to tell him not to make any sound.
A deep and magnetic female voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone, and it could be heard that the tone was deliberately suppressed.
Xie Chenghuan listened to that passage several times, comparing it with the voice of Xie Jinghong in his memory, and felt more and more that the person was Xie Jinghong.
Seeing Xie Chenghuan's face getting paler and paler, Huo Jingyang held her hand worriedly.
"Jingyang, do you think Xie Jinghong can play the flute?"
She felt extremely helpless and jealous.
If Master Tingxian is really Xie Jinghong, wouldn't Lu Wenyin love her even more after knowing that?
Then what’s the point of Xie Chenghuan’s efforts to get closer to the Xie family?
Huo Jingyang laughed when he heard that, a laugh of arrogance and disdain.
"How is that possible? She's just a lowly creature from the mountains. If she didn't have Xie family blood flowing in her veins, who would treat her as a normal person? She can whistle to drive away wild boars, which is pretty good."
"Really? You feel the same way?"
Xie Chenghuan's mind is very divided right now.
On the one hand, she felt that Xie Jinghong's disguise as a string-listening master embarrassed her in the competition, and on the other hand, she disdainfully thought that Xie Jinghong had no chance of playing the flute.
It would be even more impossible to write such a shocking second half of the song on the spot.
So she needed someone to help her make a decision so that she could have a reason to reshape her logic.
"Of course, Cheng Huan, you've only acquired this talent after twenty years of meticulous training by the Xie family. She grew up in a wilderness gym and probably doesn't even know how to play the flute or compose music, let alone a person like her who grew up in a wilderness gym.
Huo Jingyang held her in his arms like a domineering president. In his eyes, Xie Chenghuan in front of him was like a delicate little white flower.
The little white flower was almost withered by the worldly winds and rains.
His manly ambition was completely aroused, and he wanted to protect her well.