Uncle Yu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, it was originally a gathering for you young people. Yu Jie is so nice to you, you must know what she likes."

Shi Sangluo bid farewell to Uncle Yu and walked towards the main stage.

In the hall, the staff were busy working back and forth, and they could not hear their conversations when they were far away. Only after walking in some of them could they slowly hear them clearly.

“…I have already invited the band, I just need to leave a venue.”

"Sir, it's not that we don't want to leave it for you. The area you mentioned was specially explained by our Mr. Fu. We are not allowed to use it without any use. We really have no choice..."

"Manager Fan."

The two were arguing, but when they heard the familiar voice, Manager Fan immediately seemed to see the savior: "Secretary Shi! Oh, it's really great that you're here. This guest wanted to use the piano next to the stage, but that's not Mr. Fu..."

Shi Sangluo nodded and said that she understood. She explained to the other party in a calm and kind tone: "Sir, I'm really embarrassed. This piano has a special meaning. The boss does not allow it to move without authorization..."

Suddenly, she stopped.

This person is...

"I know, Manager Fan has just told me that I mean, can you move the piano a little bit, just a little bit, and you won't ask you to move the piano away, because I invited a band to come over, and the violinist position can be squeezed, but the cello requires a certain amount of space... Miss? Miss? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

After shouting several times in a row, Shi Sangluo woke up from his dream, "Ah, it's okay."

The man was a little worried: "Are you sure?"

Even Manager Fan was a little panicked: "Secretary Shi, please say something, don't cry! This piano was something that President Fu said and refused to move. We just need to explain it to the guests, so we won't cry."

Shi Sangluo sniffed and wiped the corners of his eyes randomly with the back of his hand.

The back of her hands was fucked, but she didn't cry, but her eyes were a little red.

"Sorry, I made you laugh."

The man gentlemanly handed her a tissue: "Don't rub your eyes with your hands, use tissue."

“…Okay, thank you.”

The man suddenly laughed: "I don't know why, but I think you look familiar."

Shi Sangluo's mind was still messy and he didn't hear clearly: "Ah?"

The man quickly made a surrender gesture and explained: "I didn't mean to flirt with you like that, I really think we've seen it somewhere."

“… Actually, I feel this way too.”

"Really?" the man chuckled politely: "This is a hit at first sight."

"Yes, sir, your surname is your sir?"

"Don't let your surname be Fang, Fang is white."

Shi Sangluo nodded: "We are in the boat with each other, but I don't know that the east is white. Is it from Su Shi's "Red Cliff Fu"?"

Fang Jibai was very surprised: "Yes, but there is no 'East'."

Shi Sangluo nodded: "Okay, I remember, Mr. Fang."

"What do you call you?"

"The time of mulberry falls. The time of time, the mulberry falls before the mulberry falls."

The man suddenly seemed to remember something and exclaimed: "Sang Zhi has not fallen!"

Shi Sangluo was a little puzzled: "Yes...what is wrong?"

"I remembered it! I just said why I felt familiar to you! Miss Shi, I saw a sculpture exhibition abroad last year, and there was an exhibit in it, a statue of a girl, exactly like you! The name is Sang Zhiweiluo!"

Now it was Sang Luo's turn and was stunned: "Statue?"

"Yes, a wood carving! Although it is a wood carving, it is lifelike and the face is very fine. I can tell at a glance that it is you! Miss Shi, you must know the author of the statue, right? Can you recommend it? I really like his works!"

"...Is there no name of the writer under that exhibit?"

"Only two letters were written." Fang Jibai said: "FY."

The moment she heard these two letters, she could no longer hear anything.

Fang Jibai continued to say: "...but this looks like a stage name. The artist doesn't want to show it to others by his real name, but I like it very much since I saw the statue of that girl. Miss Shi, I think... the prototype of that statue should be you, right?"

"I……"

Manager Fan suddenly urged: "Secretary Shi, this gentleman, can you chat about the sculpture later? The banquet will begin in three hours, and the band's affairs have not been resolved yet!"

Fang Jibai was a little sorry and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's important to hold a serious business. Miss Yu Jie's birthday party is the most important thing today. Miss Shi, is this piano really not allowed to move, right? That band..."

Shi Sangluo slowed down for several seconds before trying to break free from the quagmire of memories.

She said: "This piano is a memory between the boss and his late girlfriend, and he doesn't allow anyone to move. But it doesn't matter, how many cellists are there?"

Fang Jibai said: "Three."
Chapter completed!