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Vienna's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his neck was stiff, and he repeated after her: "I admit that what I said before was ill-considered, the violin and the piano are not the only instruments that can perform excellent music, other instruments are the same good."

Qiao Nian supported his chin with one hand, raised his chin, and interrupted him mercilessly again: "You're wrong, you still missed the point."

Vienna looked at her.

The girl had a strong aura under his gaze, and said softly: "Our music and instruments are not inferior to yours. Next time, remember to find a better place in another place. This is not a place for you to run wild!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Yang took the lead in the audience and stood up and applauded.

One person started, and the others naturally burst into thunderous applause, applause and whistle cheers.

"What bullshit master, get out of Beijing!"

"That is, people who don't respect our culture, don't stay here, get out!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"..." Vienna was set off by these voices like a clown, wishing he could find a way to get in.

He found an excuse and ran away in despair.

……

Wait for Elena to return to the venue.

everything is over.

Haitong saw her coming, and anxiously wanted to pull her away: "Aina, let's go back to the hotel first."

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

Ye Lan had pushed aside a few people who came up to talk, walked straight towards them, and called her name: "Hai Tong."

Hai Tong's whole body was stiff and nailed to the spot.

At this time, Ye Lan walked over, only talking to Elena who was beside her: "Sorry, I'll talk to her alone."

Then, regardless of whether Elena agreed or not, she walked over and grabbed Haitong's arm and strode out of the auditorium, pulling her all the way to the corridor outside before letting go.

The round-faced girl knew she was guilty, so she stood opposite her, smiled flatteringly at her, and stretched out her hand to hook Ye Lan's hand: "Oh, Aunt Ye."

Ye Lan avoided her approaching hand, distanced herself from her, with a serious face and sharp eyes: "What's the matter with you?"

Haitong felt a little uncomfortable being reprimanded, lowered her head, and muttered: "What's wrong with me."

Ye Lan was not used to her: "Just now, why did you speak for outsiders? Can't you see that he is deliberately suppressing domestic music?"

This Haitong heard it extremely harshly, suddenly raised his head, touched Ye Lan's furious eyes, and was so frightened that his heart trembled slightly, he didn't dare to play the princess temper.

But she was not convinced in her heart, and she still defended herself softly: "I don't think the master has that meaning."

Ye Lan frowned, as if asking what she meant.

Haitong summoned up her courage: "Everyone in foreign countries speaks very straightforwardly, and they don't have so many twists and turns."

"He may just want to express some of his own opinions, but because of cultural differences, you feel offended... I believe the master didn't mean it, and he didn't do what that person said, as if he deliberately wanted to do something to us. , if she hadn't been provoking repeatedly on the stage and not giving the master face, I don't think there would be such an unpleasant disturbance tonight."

Ye Lan understood now, and laughed back angrily: "So you think the reading is wrong, we should all obey that Viennese master?"

Haitong didn't realize the irony in her words, looked into Ye Lan's eyes seriously and replied: "She shouldn't be so aggressive..."