Someone curious asked.
"It's not the cello, it's the guqin. My mother prefers traditional Chinese instruments."
"Then we'd better broaden our horizons. But your family's feng shui is too good. It only produces artists."
Everyone was very happy with just a simple compliment, but Xia Yu still needed to improve his artistic accomplishment, as he had not forgotten his promise.
There were more than twenty guests today. Excluding those who left earlier, the remaining guests plus Xia Yu's family of three were almost seated in the two restaurants. The kitchen also started serving dishes. Feng Manxue led the maids to bring out delicious dishes one after another.
Fine wine goes well with delicious food. In addition to delicious food, there is plenty of Wuliangye and Moutai. There are also many good brands for those who want to drink red wine. Xia Yu has not had time to take these people to the wine cellar to take a look!
His last trip to Hong Kong filled up most of his wine cellar, which included both staple wine and many valuable collections. The quantity was enough for Xia Yu's son's wedding.
As for whether the baby is a girl, then the man will prepare the wine and food.
Everyone enjoyed the meal and many people sighed that they were worthy of being in the catering industry, as their home-cooked meals were better than those of ordinary people.
No, just for this meal, I have to move around more in the future so that it will be more convenient to eat for free.
Friendships are built through hard work, and Ji Yang has a deep understanding of this. When he first met Xia Yu, he went to Xia Ji to eat every day. After a while, they became familiar with each other!
You don’t need to help clean up after eating. The smart little maids are very quick and efficient and can clean up the place in two or three trips.
If you want to drink coffee after dinner, there is coffee; if you want to drink tea, there is tea; there is also Assam milk tea. Everyone can't help but sigh that Xia Yu knows how to enjoy life.
In fact, they are not bad either. Those present are all upper-class people in Shanghai. A net worth of over 100 million is the most basic requirement. It’s just that they don’t pay much attention to this aspect. Those who know how to drink tea are all older, but this group of people are all young people in their twenties and thirties, and the oldest is no more than 40.
"Let's live life seriously. Shall we go to the piano room now?"
Xia Yu finished a cup of tea and took the initiative to suggest.
"Well, since you became famous, Mr. Xia, we haven't heard you play the violin for a while."
"Yes, yes, yes. The last time Wenwen and I went to the concert hall, we were disappointed. There were also quite a few reporters there."
He Jiawen recalled and said.
During that time, he wanted to match Xia Yu with his sister-in-law, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she learned to play the cello and was able to perform on stage.
"Stop talking about it. I was really hurt by those paparazzi during that time. I almost became a homebody. But my violin playing did improve. Listen to it."
After Xia Yu finished speaking, he had already arrived at the door of the piano room, where his Italian cannon was set up.
"Let my mom do it first!"
No matter how talented Lin Shuqin is at playing the guqin, she is not as talented as Xia Yu, so it is better for her to go first.
"Okay, then I'll play a piece of 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' for everyone."
Everyone present had heard the story of Boya and Zhong Ziqi. The song "High Mountains and Flowing Water" explained what it meant to be a soulmate. Everyone looked at Lin Shuqin with anticipation.
She had not practiced this piece of music a hundred or a thousand times, but she felt deeply moved every time she played it. She didn't know how many of these people were Xia Yu's true friends and soulmates.
If there is, this song will be dedicated to Xia Yu and him; if not, then I wish my son can be found soon.
As the piano sounded, Xia Yu heard his mother's wishes for him.
Soulmate?
It's hard to find a soulmate. In this time, he could have found several close female friends, but thanks to mom anyway.
Everyone was also attracted by Lin Shuqin's piano playing, and a thoughtful expression appeared on their faces, as they were touched by this melody that has been passed down through the ages.
When the song ended, everyone came to their senses and gave their applause.
"Auntie, you play the piano well. I wish you were my mother."
"Hey, hey, hey, Mom can't just recognize me. Don't let Mom find out later and get mad. No one will keep it a secret for you right now."
Seeing someone trying to snatch his mother, Xia Yu quickly stepped forward and said something, and everyone laughed.
Lin Shuqin is no exception. She finds it quite fulfilling to play the piano for others. After all, this thing is meant to be appreciated.
"Does everyone think my mom plays the piano well?"
"Good!"
Xia Yu's question received unanimous answers from everyone.
"If there's a chance in the future and my mom performs on a big stage, everyone should support her!"
"Of course, we will definitely support Auntie's performance."
He Jiawen spoke first, and everyone agreed with him. If their own people don’t support it, then who else can they support?
"Okay, next I'll perform a piece of Vivaldi's 'Winter' for everyone. This is not only my best piece, but also the most appropriate for the occasion."
Xia Yu said as he picked up the Italian cannon.
In this weather, even though it is warm as spring at home, it is still freezing cold outside.
The bowstring rubbed against the strings rapidly, and a rapid melody sounded instantly. The scene of heavy snow falling appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
This is almost impossible to see in the south, but music can bring people appreciation. Xia Yu, who has better piano skills, is more contagious than Lin Shuqin. Coupled with the effect of the unity of man and piano, everyone is enjoying a world-class musical experience.
It's not expensive to spend a thousand yuan to listen to a song, but Xia Yu was so generous that he let his girlfriend pay for it directly.
The bowstring turned, transitioning from the first movement to the second. The snow fell so deeply and so seriously that everyone seemed to see the scars on Xia Yu lying in the snow.
No, he was probably skating on the ice and then fell on his butt.
Snowflakes turn into ice, describing the cold and bleak winter. "Winter" has also come to the last movement, and everyone can hear the longing for spring from it.
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