The silhouette reflected is like a movie, with light and shadow interlacing like a dream, making the audience looking up feel like they are in a beautiful dream.
It is not easy to let international stars appear. Playing one song is the biggest loss of face for the host.
After the song Casablanca ended, the audience was intoxicated. Just as they were about to listen to the second song, other chamber orchestras invited by the Hao family started playing rock music live on the first floor of the hall. This represents the sudden rise of international stars.
The performance interlude is officially over.
What a pity. All the guests downstairs sighed.
If you want to hear the performances of big stars in the Art Hall, you can only go to the Grand Theater to watch the performances.
I heard that this ticket is definitely not easy to get.
"There are only less than 500 audience tickets in total. I heard that most of them are allocated first to the media and important people from all walks of life. The remaining tickets are first allocated to well-known musicians. People from outside basically cannot get tickets. Unless they are with the orchestra.
Yes, they themselves have family votes."
The voices around her were eager to discuss this person's identity and his extraordinary international status. Wu Lixuan walked silently through the crowd, walked to a corner, and took a breath.
If possible, she didn't want to hear or see anything about this person again. But she knew that it couldn't be avoided. Who could make this person really what his mother said back then? He would become someone she couldn't catch up with no matter what.
Internationally famous figures who have gotten involved.
From now on, she will of course have to look at him as a person in two separate worlds with a very indifferent attitude. From this aspect, he is really separated from her and is "dead" in her world.
people.
"Would you like some strawberry cake?"
Who is asking her?
Hearing the voice, Wu Lixuan didn't think much and turned around. Then she came back to her senses and realized that this was the voice buried deep in her memory.
At that moment, she took three steps back like a frightened little grasshopper.
The face not far away from her showed clear facial features under the peaked cap. The bridge of the nose, the eyes, and the eyebrows were all the memories sealed in her mind.
Wu Lixuan's shoulders trembled. It didn't feel like it was almost summer but like winter. She wished she could wrap herself in a cotton-padded jacket.
What she didn't expect was that the face opposite her looked as innocent as a white rabbit. He was holding a plate of triangular cakes in his left hand and a stainless steel fork in his right hand. He asked her again: "You really don't like eating it?"
Strawberry cake?”
I glanced at the piece of cake he was holding, with two strawberries as red as blood dripping on it.
She likes strawberries, not only likes to eat them, but also likes to read them. The notebooks she bought when she was a child had strawberries printed on the cover.
The fur all over her body seemed to stand on end, and Wu Lixuan felt a deep sense of panic from within.
What is going on with the other party? Is he "dead" in her world?
"I seem to remember that you like to eat this." Fang Qinsu said, bringing a little more cake to her.
"I don't know you." Wu Lixuan tried her best to squeeze out a cold voice.
"I don't seem to recognize you either." Fang Qinsu said, but his eyes kept looking at her face as if searching for something.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"I often have dreams, some strange and vague dreams that I can't quite remember. My doctor said that maybe this dream has something to do with my past."
