Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

The only surname Wei can associate is Master Wei.

Qin Yu was shocked by Lin Wan's reminder.

Wei Zihang is indeed Wei, just--

"That man is a famous little bastard around our school," Qin Yu glanced back and looked at Lin Wan. "Fighting and fighting, everyone around the school is afraid of him."

How could such a person be related to Master Wei?

"Really?" Lin Wan's movements paused. This temperament didn't look like a fool.

Qin Yu didn't want Lin Wan to pay too much attention to Qin Ran. "As far as the school's school tyrants were concerned, they were next to the vocational high school. The group of students worked together and did everything. Now they are in a sports class.

Lin Wan nodded and finally withdrew his gaze.

"But mom, shouldn't my sister be at school now?" Qin Yu sorted out the two tickets and turned his head, incomprehensible, "Why are you here with Wei Zihang?"

Lin Wan sneered again.

Ning Qing pursed her lips, but she wanted to go to Qin Ran to ask her what was going on. Hearing this sentence, she stopped again.

The two checked in.

Qin Yu looked at Qin Ran, frowning slightly.

Before long, Xu Yaoguang arrived.

"Something," Xu Yaoguang wore a black mask with a black baseball jacket on the outside, only showing a pair of cold eyes. "Wait."

Qin Yu said, holding the violin, it was all right.

The two checked in.

Qin Yu glanced at the direction of the small door again, where Qin Ran and Wei Zihang were both missing, a bit strange.

Xu Yaoguang's ticket was at the edge of Ning Qingqing, and he wore a mask again, looking like a stranger.

Ning Qing knew him and nodded at him.

When seeing her, Xu Yaoguang paused, then called out "Aunt Ning".

There was rare respect in the tone.

Ning Qing was a little stunned. Qin Yu told her more than once that Xu Yaoguang was the first in the school's immovable grade. She remembered Xu Yaoguang deeply.

The other party was a little arrogant and didn't talk much on weekdays. Didn't expect that his attitude was good today?

Xu Yaoguang was respectful to Ning Qing, but was more casual with Lin Wan and called out casually.

Lin Wan only glanced at him lightly, without answering or answering.

After a while, the phone in Xu Yaoguang's pocket rang, and he stretched out his hand and pulled the mask: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Qin Yu stood up and wanted to tell him that the bathroom was outside. The bathroom in the background could not go, but he saw Xu Yaoguang walked away.

Qin Yu didn't think much about him, and he sat back without thinking.

Here, Qin Ran and Wei Zihang went directly to the backstage, and the small door here is a dedicated passage for staff.

Wei Zihang is familiar with this side.

When the two went in, several music masters in the background were trying to feel.

"Listening to the organizers said that after the performance of the personal performance, there is a newcomer." It is a middle-aged man speaking. He is second only to Wei Lin this time, Dai Ran.

In this position, people who can climb up are not easy.

Especially this large-scale high-end streaming concert.

Others nodded, "It's a girl, and the qualifications can be spiritual, but it's for Master Wei."

"Who didn't come to Master Wei?" Someone laughed.

Dai Ran stood aside, his expression cold and cold, and said nothing.

He is not as old as Master Wei, and his family achievements are not bad. Only in this industry, he is always forced by Wei Lin.

Realizing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, everyone else closed their mouths and dared not say anything.

"Zi Hang, are you here to find your grandfather?" When the atmosphere was silent, Wei Zihang brought Qin Ran in, and several teachers pointed in the direction in front of him, "He is tuning in."

"Thank you." Wei Zihang smiled a little grumpy.

The others waved their hands and looked at the girl beside him.

The girl has some face-to-face appearances, and seeing her dress up casually doesn't look like it's an individual match tonight.

Is it Wei Zihang's girlfriend?

Everyone in the circle knows that Master Wei's grandson was kidnapped and walked around when he was a child. He is said to have been staying in the country, and he is not willing to go back to Beijing to go to school.

Hearing the sound, Master Wei in the room came out with the violin.

"Ran Ran, you are here," Master Wei glowed with red, and he seemed very happy, "Come in first."

He turned sideways, allowing the two to advance into his lounge.

Seeing his attitude, he was much better than Wei Zihang for that girl.

"Master Wei, this is..." A man looked at Qin Ran with a smile.

There have been rumors in the circle that Master Wei has a favorite disciple and is still a girl.

But people who understand the situation don't believe it.

Because it hasn’t been a long time since I discovered which female apprentice was around Master Wei. If you really have a favorite disciple, this status is not comparable to that of a common violinist.

"Junior at home, come and see my performance." Master Wei's voice was gentle, his tone was not slow or slow, and he could not hear any emotion.

Others have no doubt.

Inside the house.

Master Wei opened the monitoring station inside and could see the stage and the auditorium.

"How about this performance hall?" Master Wei stood in the middle of the room, pointing at the glorious performance hall on TV. "Anyone who can board this performance stage is considered recognized by the industry."

This performance hall used to be a royal residence, and the requirements for opening were extremely strict.

The goal of every musician is to have a personal concert here.

Qin Ran dragged a chair, supported the back of the chair with one hand, and held a cup in the other. His eyes were narrowed, his eyelashes were long, and he hung down slightly, unruly and casual.

Some lazily looked at the pages on TV.

It didn't seem to be ignited by the surging blood of Master Wei.

Wei Zihang sat half on the table and looked down at the phone, as if sending a message to someone.

Master Wei's tone was stagnant, and then he extended his right hand and slapped Wei Zihang's head fiercely: "What the hell are you doing here? Did you come to see me perform?"

Wei Zihang: "..."

"Yes," Wei Zihang raised his head. He put away his mobile phone and sighed with some tiredness. "I'm wrong. I should watch your performance seriously and religiously."

Take it thoroughly.

"Ah, Sister Ran," Wei Zihang put his phone back in his pocket, leaned his head to look at Qin Ran's expression, then stood up and threw Master Wei's violin to Qin Ran, squinting a pair of phoenix eyes, "Try? "

Qin Ran looked at the violin in his hand for a moment, and still looked like a pair of hangers.

For a long while, she raised her hand and placed the cup in the table.

Take the violin.

Qin Ran lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly.

Xu Yaoguang came to the background with some skill.

He pulled down his mask.

Dai Ran justified his clothes and came out of it. When he saw him, he was shocked: "Little Xu Shao?"

The Xu family is the surname, and the old man Xu is well-known in the capital. This circle has a door mirror in his heart, and anyone who can provoke or not can clearly remember.

"Teacher Dai." Xu Yaoguang likes to play the violin. Every time there is a large-scale performance, the people here will reserve a ticket for him.

The Dai family also had some interactions with the Xu family.

I wanted to tell Xu Yaoguang more that Dai Ran didn't stay much and went to the waiting area in advance.

Xu Yaoguang didn't enter the bathroom, but just made a phone call in the backstage corridor.

After the phone call, when I was leaving, there was a faint sound of violin in the lounge.

The outer chord is clanging, the inner chord is gentle and low, the layers are undulating, and the heart is almost cut open to hit the soul.

Such music is a hearty event.

I don't know how long it has passed, but it is enough to immerse people.

Xu Yaoguang's hand was still holding a mask, and his gaze wandered in the lounge.

Not long afterwards, the door at the end of the hallway was opened, and people from the music group rushed in, "Hurry up, Teacher Dai is waiting!"

"Don't forget the instrument in everyone's hands."

The opening is a whole ensemble.

Plus there are almost a hundred people in the music group.

The noisy footsteps interrupted Xu Yaoguang's thinking.

He stood there looking at a lounge for a long while and recognized that it was Master Wei's. After thinking about it, he decided to leave first.

If you remember correctly, there is monitoring in the background.

Xu Yaoguang returned to his seat, Qin language was a little surprised.

The bathroom is still outside. It takes at least 15 minutes to come back and forth, and Xu Yaoguang came back in less than ten minutes.

But Qin Yu didn't say much.

Their position is in the middle, and there are four separate positions in the front, which are reserved for some nobles and masters who want to catch up.

The lights above the head went out instantly, and the opening began.

Those who came to see the concert, except for some vassals, were all people who knew the industry.

This time the solos are all master-level characters, and even some vassal people can hear goose bumps all over, either happy or sad, experiencing the five flavors of life.

Especially in the end, Master Wei's finale performance.

He almost came up with the pinnacle of his life.

Whether it is changing handles, double strings, overtone striking, or splitting and jumping, etc., these are all handy, and they can be used to make them fascinating.

These skills are not only described by talents, but the most important thing is to practice perseverance skills.

Wei Lin is known as everyone in the history of the violin, and it is not groundless. His rigor and awe of the violin are beyond everyone's imagination. Over the years, he has performed almost a thousand times, and he has made zero mistakes.

His greatness can only be understood by those real violin masters.

The difference between the master of the temple level and the mentor of the ordinary level is not a little bit.

Twenty minutes after Wei Lin pulled, the audience was silent for a minute until the applause like tide could be seen.

Qin Ran sat on the far left of the first row. After listening, she rubbed her face and took a deep breath.

The two teachers around are still discussing.

"Master Wei this time is comparable to the peak moment of the last y country. After listening to Master Wei, I think I might as well go home and farm."

After the show, everyone left.

Qin Ran pulled the hat on the sweater above his head.

Part ways from another.

"There are two new students, this time the organizer pushed," Wei Zihang followed Qin Ran and whispered, "We will wait."

"En." Qin Ran lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and the reaction was slow.

The two still went out from the wicket.

In the performance hall, almost everyone left.

Ning Qing and Lin Wan stayed alone. In addition to them, there was another boy's family.

"Look, I'm going to play on it later." Ning Qing directly sent the video to Ning Wei, his voice was depressed and excited.

Hearing the sound, Mu Ying, who had been writing her homework, could not help but look over here.

She has been angry for a few days, and Ning Wei and Mu Nan have not taken the initiative to talk to her, but at this time she took the initiative to lean over.

The video is not the last dress rehearsal, but the concert site. Whether from the perspective of lighting or special effects, it is incomparable from the last scene.

"The stage is so beautiful," Mu Ying couldn't help opening, paused, and asked, "Auntie, is the second cousin going on stage?"

"It's about to come. When the guy finishes pulling first, you will come to your second cousin." Ning Qing has always been proud of Qin Yu, and now she finally has hope, she can't restrain it.

Lin Wan next to him came out holding a mirror, repainted herself lipstick, and squinted, her eyes were totally despised.

It seems to have never seen the world.

The first one to come on stage is a boy.

Qualified by the organizers, the qualifications are obviously good.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was not very young. He played violin with a little skill, and his spirit was not as good as his skill.

But obviously also a top-notch seedling.

A group of teachers praised it all. Only Master Wei was sitting on his own stool and holding a cup. After seeing the world, he said slowly, "Alright."

We can get Wei Lin a word of appreciation, indicating that the boy is really good.

Several teachers have already thought about it.

"The next one is a girl, called Qin Yu," the teacher who spoke clearly did his homework, "a girl recommended by the organizer, said Master Wei, you must like it."

Also surnamed Qin?

Still feel like it?

Master Wei raised his eyebrows, a little more curious.

Qin Yu came on stage and picked up the violin in his hand.

In less than ten seconds, Master Wei seemed to hear something. He dropped the cup in his hand on the table, squinted slightly, and looked at Qin Yu very coldly.

Digression

See you at night~