I heard that my boyfriend is sick

As the lights gradually dimmed, Jiang Zhe played Haydn's Concerto in D major on the stage and drew the hearts of the audience. When he played, he didn't make many small movements of his body, but his expression was always focused. People can't help reading it over and over again, and it's like a king's inspection, which is amazing.

Unexpectedly, Yun Jinze didn't desert, he sat quietly in the back, listening to the sound of the piano lingering in his ears, the feeling of elegance and beauty made Yun Jinze's ears tremble, he subconsciously wanted to pick up the pen beside him, but found that Before coming, he left the pen to Yue Qun.

This made his heart itch even more.

Naturally, Jiang Zhe didn't pay attention to everyone's faces in the audience. In fact, he didn't even give the audience a look. He pulled the strings, as if he was whispering to the cello, and the emotional music slowly filled the entire Azure Hall , the audience seemed to fall into the realm of music, and they were happy and sad, and so was Yun Jinze.If there is an eye relationship between people, then a professional music critic like him pays more attention to an ear relationship. His peach blossom eyes are squinted. As everything in front of him gradually blurs and darkens, he seems to be closer to the music itself. As he got closer, his perception of Jiang Zhe also became closer.

At the end of Jiang Zhe's concerto, Yun Jinze couldn't help applauding Jiang Zhe and the symphony orchestra behind him loudly, but this was not abrupt in the sensational applause of the audience. He stood up impulsively, and shouted loudly: " Bra.vo!—”

Driven by Yun Jinze, the already excited audience shouted Bra.vo. The scene was extremely enthusiastic. In order to express their gratitude to the audience, Jiang Zhe and the symphony orchestra pulled the strings together, like an elegant curtain call.

Yun Jinze felt his heart pounding, and Jiang Zhe on the stage quickly entered the second piece of music. This music feast lasted for an entire afternoon, and the entire Azure Concert Hall was immersed in Jiang Zhe's music. The charming piano sound made Yun Jinze's mind surge with all kinds of graceful words, making him eager to compose sentences to praise the performance.

This concert is really a worthwhile trip.

All of Yun Jinze's comments were written for him. In his opinion, Jiang Zhe was the main target of the magazine this time.

Looking at his empty hands, Yun Jinze couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He should bring a bouquet of flowers and present them to Jiang Zhe on the spot, or send them to the backstage. If he didn't bring a pen, he would always get Jiang Zhe's signature.

I don't know if Yue Qun's side is over...whether he came to look for him...

After the concert ended smoothly, the audience was still sitting in their seats, feeling overwhelmed and unwilling to leave for a long time. There was no other way. Jiang Zhe on the stage had to bow three times before leaving under the burning eyes of everyone. The cello was carefully carried down by several assistants, Yun Jinze watched Jiang Zhe's figure get farther and farther away, and his thoughts almost flew to Jiang Zhe's back.

Seeing Jiang Zhe leave, the audience discussed the performance in low voices, Yun Jinze rejected the stranger in the next seat who wanted to share his feelings with him, he went through the crowd, and bought a bunch of dewy desires at the door outside the concert hall. The dripping perfume lily, while hugging the flowers, quietly kept an eye on the position of the backstage. He rushed over quickly, with a natural expression, and nodded slightly when he was stopped, without any embarrassment or embarrassment.

The staff member shook his head towards Yun Jinze. Although the young man was handsome and not mean-spirited, the backstage was the resting place for Jiang Zhe and others, and he couldn't just let anyone in because of emotion and reason.

"Hi, if you are a listener, just leave the flowers and we will hand them over to the corresponding musicians. This is the backstage. People who are not staff members or orchestras are not allowed to enter casually."

Yun Jinze blinked his peachy eyes, and said innocently: "I'm not a fan..."

He took out the magazine press card in his pocket and handed it to the staff at the door, "I am a critic of a music magazine, and I want to do a brief interview with Jiang Zhe, the protagonist of this solo concert. This bouquet of flowers is for celebration His recital ended successfully."

The staff looked at the press card. This music magazine is quite famous, and its reputation is not bad. I believe Yun Jinze's words three or four points in my heart, but Jiang Zhe has always been reluctant to accept interviews, and he is also unwilling to participate in events other than performances. With all kinds of publicity and hype, the staff was a little distressed: "We understand your identity, but Mr. Jiang said in advance that he would not accept any magazine interviews. You put the flowers down, and we will pass them on to Mr. Jiang later."

Seeing that the staff refused to enter, Yun Jinze pursed his lips angrily, and handed the perfume lily to others in frustration, "...Then when Jiang Zhe leaves, can I go to the backstage to have a look? "

The sharp and gorgeous young man suddenly became soft and weak, and the staff couldn't bear to continue beating him, and couldn't help laughing: "You seem to really like Mr. Jiang's performance... Actually, the backstage is very simple, not as everyone imagined. It’s so beautiful, but if Mr. Jiang and other members of the orchestra leave, you can go in and stay for 5 minutes, and we will return the venue to the people of the Azure Concert Hall in 5 minutes.”

Only then did Yun Jinze smile again. "Thanks!--"

At this time, there was a shout from the backstage, it seemed to be Jiang Zhe and the person in charge of the band's company.

"Xiao Zhang, what are you talking about! Check to see if everyone outside has left. Has the company's car arrived? At that time, there will be two cars, one for Jiang Zhe and one for the other band members—— Yes, fans’ letters and gifts and flowers are all put in the trunk in advance, hurry—”

The staff responded quickly, and he smiled embarrassedly at Yun Jinze, signaling him to wait aside. Is there the expected shadow of Jiang Zhe in the open door of the backstage lounge?

The staff packed the gift, maybe because Yun Jinze was watching, he deliberately put the bouquet of flowers on top of the gift, Yun Jinze accepted his kindness, and his smile deepened.At this time, the person in charge who was waiting anxiously pushed the door out, and the gap in the hidden door instantly widened. Yun Jinze saw Jiang Zhe's shoulders sitting sideways inside at once. He wanted to see more clearly, but Seeing that the person in charge slammed the door, he came directly to order Xiao Zhang to pack things.

When he saw Yun Jinze, he was a little surprised: "Who is this, the fans in the backstage can't stay here."

Yun Jinze hastily handed over his press card, "I'm Yun Jinze, a music critic."

Yun Jinze is not unknown in the world of music critics. When the person in charge heard his name, his complexion changed slightly. He even flashed through countless hype and publicity plans, but he remembered the unsavory ancestor in the background. , he sighed, "Oh, Mr. Yun, it's a pleasure to meet you, but we, Jiang Zhe, won't accept interviews. Unfortunately, we are busy here, so you can..."

"Walk, walk - what are you doing in a daze, go and see the car!"

After a few people bustled around for a while, a group of assistants and bodyguards came out to protect Jiang Zhe and the other band members. They walked like the wind along the way, and quickly got into the car. Yun Jinze, who was squeezed out of the circle, could only Kankan saw the tip of Jiang Zhe's chin, his eyes were shining brightly, until the car drove away, he was still watching obsessively.

The handsome and tall Jiang Zhe is really like a walking note.

"Mr. Yun, you can go backstage now, but don't stay too long, the people from the Azure Concert Hall will come to collect the keys in 10 minutes."

Yun Jinze nodded. He pushed open the backstage door. The layout inside was indeed very simple. He walked to the place where Jiang Zhe had just peeked at. Disposable drinking cups.

By coincidence, Yun Jinze put the disposable cup and rosin into his pocket indiscriminately, his face was flushed, and he sat on the bench blankly, as if he was thinking about the silhouette of that shoulder in the crack of the door just now.

"The cello king, Jiang Zhe..."