Turning to the last page, Lan Zihan had a habit of always liking to read everything from the back to the front. What surprised her was that there were words written on the last page!

"When your heart is restless, pick up a pencil, open this book, and create a secret garden of your own."

These were Lie Yan's handwriting. Although there was no signature, Lan Zihan could tell at a glance. Looking at the pencil and then at the book, Lan Zihan began to paint.

She almost forgot everything around her, with only patterns and colors in her eyes. She was born with a bold style, but she actually fell in love with painting. She patiently painted a picture. She picked it up, took a look, and was quite satisfied.

Lan Zihan is a Weibo expert who is used to posting everything on Weibo. She uploaded the painting she had painted to Weibo and attached the words written by Lie Yan on the last page.

After taking a deep breath, Lan Zihan felt that she was in much better condition, so she started practicing the guzheng. Since she was a child, Lan Zihan felt that the guzheng was not an instrument suitable for her. It was a far cry from her temperament, but Lie Yan insisted that she learn it, and she had no choice but to learn it.

As she played, she found the feeling. She didn't know if she had played for an hour, two hours, or maybe three hours. Lan Zihan accidentally broke a string on her finger, "hiss..." She looked at her fingers, which had become red and swollen.

Then, a pair of fair and delicate hands held her hands in their palms. Lan Zihan raised her head and saw Xi Yang's smiling face, which was as clean as the sky after a clear sky.

"Does it hurt?" Xi Yang blew gently on Lan Zihan's hand.

"Are you okay? When did you come in?" Lan Zihan didn't even notice someone coming in.

"You've been here for half an hour. Your hands are swollen." Xi Yang frowned and rubbed Lan Zihan's hands gently.

"It's okay. I haven't played for a long time. It won't hurt when the coil comes out. I haven't played for a long time, so this is the case." Lan Zihan said lightly.

Outside the door, Chu Tiance had been watching the movements in the room. Through the slender glass window, he could see Xi Yang holding Lan Zihan's hand gently in his hand and blowing air for her non-stop.

Once upon a time, he had always been the person in that position. He had always been the one rubbing her fingers and blowing air for her. He wanted to rush over, hug her, and kiss her fingers, but he couldn't.

When she was eight years old, she started playing the guzheng. She was very dissatisfied with the instrument that Lie Yan had just added to her. After practicing for an hour, she pouted her lips, raised her hand, and wanted to cry aggrievedly.

"Does it hurt?" He held her hand in his hand with heartache, rubbing it, kneading it, and blowing it for her.

"Nonsense, of course it hurts! Why don't you try it!" Lan Zihan said unhappily. "Be gentle."

He didn't dare to neglect her at all and gently rubbed her.

"Tian Ce, if you can help me steal an ice cream from the refrigerator, my hand will definitely not hurt." Lan Zihan began to pretend to cry.

"Does it matter?"

"I said it matters, it does matter!"

"Okay, don't cry, I'll get it for you." After saying that, Chu Tiance ran away.

Now that her piano-playing hands have someone else to soothe them, he should feel relieved. Although he has tried very hard to hand Lan Zihan over to Xiyang, he still wants to look at her more and listen to her words more.

Chu Tiance's cell phone rang. He quickly left the rehearsal room and walked to the corner of the stairs before answering the phone.

"Mr. Chu, Miss Zi Han's concert ticket sales are not very good."

"How many have been sold now?"

"Less than one percent."

"Pay close attention to ticket sales. There is still a week left. If it is still not good, buy all the tickets." Chu Tiance hung up the phone. He knew that she was a person who cared a lot about face. If the concert tickets could not be sold, she would be very embarrassed. No matter what, he had to protect her.

Darcy Group

Da Xiye, who was extremely bored in the president's office, turned on his computer, clicked on a ticket sales website, searched Lan Zi Han's name, and found that almost no tickets were sold. "So miserable." Da Xiye muttered.

He called his secretary, "Is there no welfare in the company recently?"

"Yes, President, the administration department is planning it. I don't know if you have any instructions." The secretary replied.

"I saw on the Internet that Miss Zi Han is going to have a concert. Let's buy a batch of tickets a few days before the concert as welfare for the company's employees. If the administration department has any opinions, I will issue them in my personal name." After saying that, Da Xiye hung up the phone.

Lan Group

As the executive chairman, Lan Chen is not often in the company. He has already asked the secretary to investigate the sales of Lan Zi Han's concert tickets, and the sales are very poor.

"If there are still few people buying tickets in the last few days, then you buy all the remaining tickets." Lan Chen instructed the secretary.

Lan Lingshan happened to come to the company. When she heard this, she pushed the door open and walked in, "Dad!"

"Okay, you go out." Lan Chen said to the secretary, then turned to Lan Lingshan with a smile, "How come my baby daughter has time to come to the company?"

"I'm not a child anymore. I should also be familiar with the company's business and see if there is anything I can do to help Dad." Lan Lingshan stood behind Lan Chen obediently and began to rub his shoulders. "

Haha, my daughter is still sensible. Unlike your brother, he didn't know how to come back in these years. He only knew how to work hard in the entertainment industry. You, come to the company to learn more when you have time. When Dad can't do it anymore, I still hope that you can take over." Lan Chen patted Lan Lingshan's little hand.

"I know, Dad. I have started to reduce my work now. Being a star is just a temporary career. I will definitely return to the family business in the end."

Lan Chen kept smiling. He was very satisfied with Lan Lingshan's words.

Charity Gala

How could Hu Zhengping let Lan Zihan go so easily? She now has a fixed salary every month. Of course, the more money he can get from her, the better. When Lan Zihan received the notice to participate in the charity gala, ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through her heart, but she had no choice but to come. In the past few

days, Lan Zihan's fingers bled several times because she was in a hurry to play with those musical instruments. After all, she hadn't practiced for a long time. How could her fingers bear the long training?

Lan Zihan had already put on her makeup and was waiting to go on stage. Xiao Keke was squatting on the ground, helping her apply disinfectant. Some other artists were busy with their own things.

Thanks to the nursery rhymes from the west for the reward again, and thanks to the sunnier for the reward, throw flowers... Dear friends who have already collected it, please don't abandon the article. I always think that the heroine needs to grow up. It is impossible to become invincible in an instant. Reflecting on ourselves, we also need a growth process. The heroine is growing up, and I hope she can bring positive energy to everyone.