Hearing this, Song Ci felt funny and distressed, "Then I'll give you some of mine later."

"good."

Han Zhan had no interest in alcohol, but he opened a bottle of red wine. He liked to see Song Ci taste the wine elegantly. In the end, the bottle of wine was not finished and was taken back to the hotel by Song Ci.

After returning to the hotel and changing into their dresses, the two set off to the Golden Hall to watch the performance.

A world-renowned pianist is coming to perform tonight. Han Zhan bought tickets in advance, took Song Ci's hand, walked into the hall, and found his seat.

The venue was packed and the atmosphere was great.

After taking her seat, Song Ci straightened the hem of her skirt that had fallen to her legs. She raised her head, looked at the front row, and whispered in Han Zhan's ear, "The last time I came here, I sat in the front row. My teacher was standing on the stage."

That was ten years ago, and Song Ci still remembers it vividly. She says, "My teacher was the most dazzling man in the audience that day. The audience was completely captivated by his piano skills. My teacher was the most wonderful musician I've ever met."

Speaking of Shen Yubei, Song Ci's expression was a little lonely. She missed her teacher a little, but she was too embarrassed to see him.

Han Zhan tucked a strand of hair that had fallen behind Song Ci's eyes behind her ear. Before the performance even began, he couldn't help but kiss the side of her face. Their noses touched, and she heard him say, "Next time I come, I'll be sitting in the front row, looking up at you, the star-studded you, on the stage."

Song Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She couldn't help but lick her lips, her heart beating wildly. "Do you really think that day will come?"

"Of course." Han Zhan's determined look made Song Ci feel a sense of strength.

She clutched her handbag tightly, lowered her eyes, and didn't know what she was thinking about writing.

The performance began, and everyone quieted down, concentrating on enjoying the music. After the performance, the audience left one after another. Song Ci had just stood up when she heard Han Zhan say, "I'm going to the bathroom. Wait for me."

"...good."

Song Ci waited for a while, until all the listeners left, but Han Zhan still hadn't returned.

Standing alone in a concert hall in a foreign country, Song Ci looks small and lonely.

Why hasn't Han Zhan come yet?

Song Ci felt a little uneasy.

She found her cell phone and was about to call Han Zhan when all the lights on the stage suddenly lit up.

A male voice, transmitted through the microphone throughout the entire Golden Hall—

"Next, we would like to invite the young violinist Song Ci to bring us the finale performance!"

This is Han Zhan's voice.

Hearing the voice, Song Ci turned around in surprise and saw Han Zhan walking out from the backstage.

Han Zhan held a violin in his left hand and the bow in his right. He walked over to Song Ci and solemnly put the violin into her hands. "I brought your violin here from China without permission."

This was not the violin Yan Jiang had given Song Ci before, but the one Han Zhan had engraved with the words "Porcelain Treasure." Song Ci felt that this scene was a bit absurd, but her heart was filled with waves of emotion.

She lifted her hair helplessly and said with a blushing face: "Brother Han, please stop making trouble. Not everyone can step onto this stage. I..."

An index finger was suddenly raised in front of Song Ci's mouth, blocking her chattering.

Song Ci pursed her lips and looked up at Han Zhan. She heard Han Zhan say, "What does it matter? No matter what, I will always be your loyal listener."

Song Ci laughed.

Han Zhan urged her: "Go up, I spent money to buy you an opportunity to perform on stage, you can't waste it." It's precious.

Song Ci stopped being pretentious and walked to the stage with her violin.

Han Zhan was the only one in the huge auditorium, but Song Ci felt as if the whole world was listening to her. She closed her eyes slightly, picked up the bow, and played a violin piece that Han Zhan had never heard before.

The sound of the violin spread throughout the entire Golden Hall. Hearing the plaintive sound, the staff behind the scenes of the Golden Hall stopped what they were doing and walked to the front of the stage at the same time.

They were either leaning against their seats or standing with their arms around each other, all listening quietly to Song Ci's performance.

After years of working in the Golden Hall, even the illiterate have developed a good taste for music through their listening and visual experience. They had never heard the piece played by Song Ci, but they were all amazed.

Music has soul.

They heard a soul wailing in Song Ci's sorrowful melody. A bearded man suddenly rubbed his eyes, moved by Song Ci's melody.

Song Ci kept his eyes closed throughout the performance and was unaware of the audience's reactions.

Her pretty face was originally sad and quiet, but the next second, her beautiful red lips suddenly curled up into a romantic smile. And the sound from her bow began to become like a spring breeze.

Like a ray of light coming into the darkness, hope is born in the desperate soul.

The sound of the piano became more and more diligent, more and more lively and full. At a certain moment, Song Ci suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, and she spun around with the violin in her arms, her long wavy hair swinging in the air in a seductive manner.

She was completely immersed in her performance, entering into another mysterious independent world.

Han Zhan stared at the Song Dynasty porcelain that was glowing all over, and he suddenly understood the essence of the saying "God gives you food to eat".

His porcelain treasure is the person who is blessed by God.

After playing the last melody, Song Ci's body faltered and she stood still. She closed her eyes again, slowly calming her surging heartbeat. When her excited heart finally calmed down, Song Ci put down the bow and opened her eyes.

Song Ci was a little surprised when he saw more than twenty strange foreigners emerging from behind Han Zhan.

She blushed silently, feeling a little helpless.

"Girl, you are a genius!" Someone whistled at her and gave her a thumbs up.

Applause erupted from the audience, and Song Ci lost her focus for a moment before she cracked a bright and innocent smile. She bowed and said thank you in German.

Someone asked her, "Is this your own work? What is it called?"

Song Ci didn't understand German and looked to Han Zhan for help. Han Zhan translated the man's question into Chinese and told Song Ci, "He asked you if this was your own work and what it was called."

Song Ci answered the man in Chinese: "This is a work I just improvised. I named it... Zhan."

Han Zhan was stunned.

Someone nudged Han Zhan and asked, "Sir, what did she say just now?" Since they couldn't understand Chinese, they had to ask Han Zhan to translate.

Han Zhan came back to his senses, and he couldn't control the corners of his lips that wanted to rise, and replied to the other party: "This is an impromptu work created by my wife. She said the name of the work is "Zhan." Zhan is the Chinese pronunciation.

The other person's eyes became extremely puzzled. "Jian?" The man tried to say the name of the song, but he pronounced the word "Zhan" as "Jian".

Han Zhan shook his head slightly, pointed at himself, and explained: "Zhan, my name."

"Cool!" Now everyone understood.