Han Zhan had no idea Song Ci had such a glorious past. Although Han Zhan wasn't familiar with music, he knew how high Du Junfei's status was within the music and art world. "Du Junfei is very famous, I know him. Rongrong's godmother once worked with Teacher Du Junfei, and I was fortunate enough to meet him once."
As a disciple of Du Junfei, I think his Song porcelain must be excellent as well.
Han Zhan had seen Song Ci play the violin at her birthday charity dinner. There was something indescribably charming about the violinist.
Han Zhan had a question in his mind. He asked Song Ci, "You love the violin so much, why did you become a pilot in the end?"
Song Ci felt guilty. She lowered her head, looked at her hands, and said dejectedly, "When I was fourteen, my parents and sister accompanied me to participate in the National Youth Violin Finals. It happened to be summer vacation at that time, and we left a few days early, planning to travel in Bijiang City for a few days."
"Unexpectedly, we encountered an earthquake..."
Song Ci's face paled as she thought of that dark time. "After the earthquake, I developed severe psychological problems. I became afraid to play the violin again. Whenever I touched the bow, I thought of my bloodied parents and my comatose sister. My hands would tremble, non-stop... I couldn't play the violin anymore."
Han Zhan didn't expect that there was such a dark past behind Song Ci's abandonment of the violin.
He held Song Ci's hands. The right hand with broken fingers covered the back of Song Ci's fair hand, which looked a little ugly. But at this moment, no one disliked it. Han Zhan asked Song Ci: "What is it that made you cheer up again?"
Song Ci smiled embarrassedly and said, "After I divorced Cheng Ziang in my previous life, I received psychological treatment for a period of time and gradually got better." It can be said to be a blessing in disguise.
Han Zhan frowned when he heard the name of Cheng Ziang's grandson. He ignored the annoyance in his heart and asked Song Ci, "What makes you want to be a pilot?"
Song Ci's eyes lit up with admiration. She tilted her head slightly and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you before that I have a secret crush on someone?"
Han Zhan nodded silently, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her became a little strange.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan cautiously, and was relieved to see that Han Zhan didn't mind her talking about her secret crush. Song Ci told Han Zhan: "Actually, my secret crush is a PLA soldier."
Han Zhan: "Is that so..."
Song Ci: "He saved me and gave me a second life. He is my hero."
"Hero?" Han Zhan repeated the word, feeling indescribably complicated.
Song Ci nodded vigorously. "Yes, he's my hero, a real hero." Song Ci pressed his chest, breathing slowly. "After the earthquake, I was trapped in the rubble for two days. It was that PLA soldier who found me. But luck wasn't on our side. Before he could rescue me, an aftershock struck, and a dangerous building collapsed next to us, crushing both him and me."
"And in order to protect me, he directly blocked me with his flesh and blood."
"During those days when he was pinned down, he was the one who kept talking to me. He told me about his mother, his grandfather, and his dreams." Song Ci shook her head and smiled. She said, "Actually, I didn't even get a clear look at what he looked like. In that situation, everyone was so dusty and dirty, it would be strange to see his appearance clearly. But I just like him. He is very warm and would sing to me, even though his singing is not very nice."
Han Zhan was strangely silent for a moment. Before Song Ci could speak again, Han Zhan suddenly asked her, "Is his singing terrible?"
"Well, I've never seen someone so tone-deaf. Not a single word of his singing was correct." Although he was the brother she had a crush on, Song Ci was merciless when it came to complaining about him.
Han Zhan's face darkened. "It's impossible that every sentence is wrong."
Song Ci: "Why would I lie to you? I'm really tone-deaf."
Han Zhan simply stopped talking.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and asked him, "Why are you suddenly silent? Are you jealous?"
Han Zhan shook his head with mixed feelings, "No."
"Then why don't you speak?"
Han Zhan skipped the topic and asked her, "What does this have to do with you being a pilot?"
Song Ci pouted and said, "My brother from the People's Liberation Army told me that he thinks female soldiers who fly planes are the most attractive. He said his mother used to be a female pilot, the kind that flew fighter jets. So if I like him, shouldn't I be the most attractive woman?"
Han Zhan was a little surprised, "Just for this?"
"Yeah." Song Ci was actually a simple, thick-skinned person. After discovering she could no longer play the violin, she set her sights on becoming a female pilot.
Unfortunately, due to an injury in the earthquake, I had a long scar on my waist and was ultimately rejected during the interview. As a second choice, I could only fly a civil aircraft.
Han Zhan touched her hair and told her: "If that PLA brother knew that there was a little girl working so hard for his words, he would be very pleased."
Song Ci's eyes lit up, "Really?"
"real."
Song Ci was satisfied. She fell on the pillow and said, "Let's go to Austria for our honeymoon. Brother Han, can you accompany me to the Golden Hall to watch the show?"
"good."
That night, a newlywed couple discussed their honeymoon plans. A dying girl was torn between guilt towards her father and a desire to live. A man, terrified of the dark and unable to sleep, was still working through the night on a film set.
In a corner of the city, on a spacious bed, a sleeping woman slowly opened her eyes that had been closed for eight years!
The dim light penetrated into Song Fei's eyes.
She gradually opened her eyes, and after completely adapting to the brightness of the light, she began to look around at the illusion she was in.
It was dark all around, but the vague outlines of some furniture could be seen in the darkness.
Song Fei was confused. Where was this?
But soon Song Fei calmed down. She tried to get up, but her body, which had not been active for many years, had no strength and was limp. She couldn't even push herself up.
After lying quietly for a while, Song Fei propped herself up with her hands again and gritted her teeth to sit up. She slowly moved her legs to the edge of the bed and stepped on the wooden floor. She tried to stand up, but failed the first time, and the second time as well. The third time she stood up, she fell to the ground with a plop.
After struggling on the ground for a long time, Song Fei finally stood up with the help of the bedside table. Her malnourished body made her legs tremble as she stood up. She took her first step shakily, stood there for a while, and then took the second step.
Bang!
She turned on the light.
The glaring light penetrated into Song Fei's eyes, and she suddenly closed them. After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, and with a pair of eyes that looked very similar to Song Ci's but with an indifferent expression, she observed the room she was in.
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