"I was so scared that I never dared to wear fur again." The only few furs in Songci's cloakroom are all imitation furs.
When Mu Qiu's name was mentioned again, Song Ci was in a trance. She raised her head and asked Han Zhan, "How is Mu Qiu now?" Song Ci knew that Han Zhan had always sent people to monitor Mu Qiu to prevent him from causing trouble.
Han Zhan told her, "She is living well in Yuezhao Temple now and can already preside over small rituals."
Song Cipo was a little surprised, "Is she really devoted to Buddhism?"
Han Zhan: "It looks real."
Speaking of Mu Qiu, Song Ci inevitably thought of Cheng Yanmo. "So, did Mr. Cheng and her really lose contact after that?"
"No." Han Zhan thought of something and asked Song Ci, "Do you know that Cheng Yanmo is in love?"
"Cheng Yanmo is in love?" Song Ci didn't know about this. "Who?"
"His assistant, Vivien."
Song Ci had some impression of Fei Wen; Cheng Yanmo had brought her to their house for dinner last year. "He's finally in a relationship, and I'm worried he can't let go of Mu Qiu and plans to remain single forever."
"Not really."
Han Miao and Han Jun knew that their mother was leaving this time to participate in a violin competition, so they didn't ask Song Ci to take them with her.
After lunch, the two sisters brought Song Ci to the room.
Han Miao and Han Jun slept in the same bed. Han Miao said to Song Ci, "Mom, wait until we fall asleep before you leave, okay?"
How could Song Ci be willing to reject the little cutie's proposal?
"good."
"Then can you play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for us?"
"OK."
Listening to Song Ci playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Han Miao and Han Jun rolled around on the bed for a while before falling asleep. Song Ci put away the piano, kissed the children on the cheek, and then quietly left their room.
Han Zhan was waiting for her in the living room downstairs. When he saw her coming down, he took the piano case from her. "Let's go. We've loaded everything into the car. It's time to go to the airport."
"good."
Originally, Song Ci only planned to bring two bodyguards, a Chinese chef, her stylist friend Allen, and Allen's assistant to participate in the competition.
Because of Han Zhan's sudden decision, a gynecological team was added. The team consists of three people: an obstetrician and two assistants.
The original group of six people turned into a group of nine people.
Han Zhan asked Long Yu to apply for a flight to Belgium early on, so that Song Ci could go directly to Belgium on his family's private jet.
When Song Ci arrived at the airport, she found that Song Fei and Shen Yubei had already arrived. Seeing that everyone was there, she, who had originally felt no pressure, suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Song Ci tucked her windblown hair behind her ears and said with a smile, "You all came to see me off. If I hadn't won the championship, I would have been embarrassed to come back and see you."
Hearing Song Ci say this, Song Fei immediately said, "Then I'll leave now." She really wanted to leave and wanted to relieve Song Ci's pressure.
Song Ci quickly grabbed Song Fei's hand. "Don't go, Song Fei!"
Song Fei stopped and looked at her without saying a word. Song Ci squeezed Song Fei's hand and said, "You must come to the championship night."
A faint smile appeared on Song Fei's cold face, "Well, I will definitely come."
Song Ci looked at Shen Yubei again, “Teacher, wait for my good news.”
Seeing Song Ci under great pressure, Shen Yubei said earnestly, "Song Ci, someone who truly loves music never cares about winning or losing. No matter whether the world recognizes her ability or her status, as long as she loves music and doesn't give up on it, she is the king of music."
Shen Yubei hugged Song Ci and said to her with great pride: "It doesn't matter whether you win the championship or not. In my heart, from the moment you knelt in front of my house for a long time three years ago, you have been the champion."
From the moment he defeated his inner demons, Song porcelain became the uncrowned king.
"...Teacher." Hearing this, Song Ci almost burst into tears. "I understand what you mean." The teacher was worried that she had too high expectations for this competition, and that if she didn't win the championship, she would be devastated.
But she will never be discouraged.
There's never a win or a loss in music, only love or hate. If you create music with a mindset of winning or losing, you'll never be able to create truly successful music.
"Teacher, don't worry. I will give it my all. I don't care whether I win or lose."
When Shen Yubei heard her answer, he knew that Song Ci really understood his intention. "Okay, good kid!" Knowing that Han Zhan and Song Ci still had something to say, Shen Yubei tactfully left first.
After Shen Yubei left, Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's shoulder and said, "Teacher Shen hugged you just now. If it were another man, I would beat him to death."
Song Ci smiled, bright and beautiful, as charming as a rose.
Song Ci opened her arms towards Han Zhan and asked him, "Do you want to hug me?"
Han Zhan shook his head and said, "No, wait until you win the championship, and I will give you a champion's hug."
"Do you have that much confidence in me?"
Han Zhan has always been full of confidence in her.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci deeply, then took off the violin case from his back, took a step back, and presented the violin case with both hands. He said to Song Ci, "Han Zhan is here to wish you an unbeatable victory in the competition and a glorious return!"
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan in amazement. At this moment, time traveled back to the Luo Dynasty more than 600 years ago.
That year in the maple forest, the young prince held the Sun-Chasing Arrow in his hand, carefully concealing his deep and unrepentant love. He said in a clear and proud voice, "Young General Nangong, may this Sun-Chasing Arrow accompany you into battle and slay the enemies, galloping across the battlefield! I am alone in the capital, and I wish you to conquer all lands and be invincible, and return as a young man!"
Song Ci's eyes were blurred as the scenes of her past and present lives overlapped. She took the zither case with both hands and looked at Han Zhan, with a thousand words in her heart, but she didn't know where to start.
The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened and distanced the figures of the two people, like two parallel lines that would not collide, just as they had been more than six hundred years ago.
But this time, Song Ci took the initiative to step forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Han Zhan's forehead.
The two lines that shouldn't have intersected finally met.
She said, "I love you."
I love you. I loved you six hundred years ago, and I still love you six hundred years later.
Han Zhan looked up at the woman in front of him, clenched his fists, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time..." He still vividly remembered how desperate he felt when he personally handed the Sun-Chasing Arrow to Nangong Xian six hundred years ago.
At that time, he was thinking, if there is an afterlife...
If there is an afterlife, he will never let her bear the fate of the country again!
He wanted her to wear fine clothes and eat delicious food, live in luxury, play the piano and write poetry, and enjoy all the glory and wealth!
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