Chapter 104 Liang Zhu Suicide
Mu Wan looked back and saw a man wearing all branded clothes, holding the keys of a luxury car, and acting like a dandy. When
he saw Mu Wan turn around, he still showed his arrogant attitude, "Look at what you are talking about, I am talking about you."
[What a mad dog, biting anyone he catches. ]
[Does he think Wan Wan is one of those Internet celebrities in China? ]
[This man looks familiar, damn, he is the second son of Qiao's Music Shop, their master is an importer of musical instruments, and I heard that he studied at the Juilliard School. ]
[What do you mean? He is Wan Wan's schoolmate. ]
[If you dare to mess with our Wan Wan, be careful to get a beating. ]
Mu Wan glanced at him, turned around, stirred her coffee, and smiled.
"I won't argue with fools. I'm too lazy to speak to uneducated people."
Mu Wan's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the man behind her to hear.
He was obviously not someone who would keep silent. There were
a few sounds of tables and chairs being moved, and the other party walked in front of Mu Wan with great momentum.
A loud bang hit Mu Wan's table.
"Who are you calling a fool?"
The cameraman was startled by the other party's situation and quickly called the director in the headset, but Mu Wan raised his head slowly.
"To act in a flirtatious way originally refers to a woman fiddling with her hair or body, and is often used to describe a woman who acts frivolously."
"I was just drinking coffee, but you used this word to describe me, which is obviously inappropriate."
"As for socialite, it also refers to upper-class women or wealthy women, but you used it as a derogatory term."
"Who do you think is a fool?"
The man sneered, with a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, you are so educated, you just searched on your phone!"
"You said you are from Juilliard School, how come I have never seen you before."
Mu Wan was even more speechless.
"Even the dean of Juilliard School can't guarantee that he knows everyone."
"You are very confident in your own connections,"
the man said with disdain.
"Keep pretending."
"I think you are just using the name of Juilliard School to deceive people."
"Our school cultivates talents in the music industry, not internet celebrities like you. Don't ruin the reputation of our school."
The cameraman said weakly: "We are not internet celebrities. We are a serious TV program and we want to be on TV."
Man: "......?"
His expression froze for a moment.
"Jerry"
Suddenly the door of the coffee shop opened, and a boy with brown hair and freckles on his face walked in with a flute and a trumpet on his back.
He asked the boy in English in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Qin Jie was a little embarrassed. He did mistakenly think that Mu Wan was one of those female internet celebrities in China who dressed brightly and beautifully but actually thanked their big brother in front of the screen. Originally,
this was none of his business.
But who asked his disappointing father to find an internet celebrity as his stepmother?
The family group was in an uproar, and he was just angry...
But even if he knew he had misunderstood, he couldn't bring himself to apologize.
With a cold snort,
he dragged his friend who had just entered and walked out of the cafe.
[He was embarrassed.]
[Does he know this is a live broadcast?]
[He has Facebook, I just recorded the screen, and I sent it to him privately.]
[Oh my God, you are so bad.]
[I'll go too.]
[It's been a long time, Wanwan, aren't you going to do the task?]
"What kind of person is this, inexplicable."
Mu Wan muttered, drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, and stood up.
"Let's go, let's do the task?"
The audience in the live broadcast room followed Mu Wan around and around, and finally came to a shopping mall.
After seeing the shared piano on the first floor, Mu Wan breathed a sigh of relief and murmured that it was fortunately still there.
This shopping mall is different from other shopping malls.
In addition to the usual food and clothing brand stores, the entire third floor is full of shops related to musical instruments.
Piano shops, music customization studios, including tuners and other music-related shops or professions can all be found here.
So this shopping mall is also known as a paradise for musicians.
At this time, outside a piano store on the third floor, the brown-haired and freckled boy from the coffee shop just now pointed to the first floor.
"Jerry, the girl just now."
Qin Jie looked down.
Mu Wan was already sitting in the seat of the shared piano.
After a few simple syllables, a familiar melody rang in the mall.
It was the famous piano piece "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon" from country Z.
Halfway through the piece, many people stood in the corridor on the third floor.
Everyone loves music, so they can naturally judge the quality of piano sound.
As the king of Western musical instruments, even if Mu Wan is not as proficient as the violin to compete for a world championship, she is better than many amateurs.
Then came "Liuyang River", "Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake", "Shepherd's Piccolo"...
More and more people came to the corridor, and many people gathered around Mu Wan on the first floor, and many people took out their mobile phones to record.
The last classic Chinese piano piece "Butterfly Lovers" was full of lingering emotions and brought tears to people's eyes, pushing the atmosphere of the entire shopping mall to a climax.
Mu Wan's eyes were a little red for some reason.
When playing this piece,
she suddenly thought of Kuang Ye.
Zhu Yingtai died by hitting the monument for Liang Shanbo, which was a moving story. But didn't Qingye also die for her in the end?
It's just that they were luckier than Liang and Zhu.
They didn't turn into butterflies, and her rebirth gave them a different ending.
After the song ended, Mu Wan avoided the camera and wiped her eyes, then looked at everyone openly and spoke in English.
"Everyone, what I just played were all famous Chinese piano pieces, and I was wearing a Chinese cheongsam."
"If you think it's good, can you give me some applause?"
In an instant, thunderous applause echoed throughout the live broadcast room.