[Whirlwind Girl] Wen Jun is like the past

On November 21st, the moon was white and the stars were sparse, and the willow branches were blown by the wind without bones.

In the Xinghai Auditorium, a concert called "Nirvana" was grandly held here.

Outside the auditorium, there was an endless stream of fragrant cars and BMWs, and celebrities came with their companions, adding fragrance to their red sleeves.In addition, most of the people came for the name of "Phoenix". Among them were fans from home and abroad, as well as many media reporters, not to mention some music masters and celebrities.

Near 07:30, a low-key black Landia drove up slowly, and Gu Ruobai got out of the car. He wore a white shirt, black suit, and meticulously tied tie, which made him handsome and picturesque.

"Director Gu, please follow me." The long-awaited staff quickly stepped forward to lead him into the arena.

In an inconspicuous corner, a flash of light is fleeting.

Five minutes later, the curtain of the stage was opened little by little. Accompanied by the quiet and melodious piano sound, everyone seemed to be in an ink painting.

Light-colored petals dangled and fell on the water, causing ripples.The undercurrent is surging, it keeps spinning, curling up and stretching, like dancing a beautiful and elegant classical dance, with light toes, leaping over the waterfall, and finally into the sea, the sound of the piano stops.

After several breaths, the applause sounded like a tide.The audience woke up from the elegant artistic conception, and only then did they realize that Phoenix is ​​really not in vain.

The last note fell, and the woman in white in the center of the stage gracefully withdrew her hands and gently parted her lips towards the audience.

"Thank you for coming to join me. The theme of this concert is 'Nirvana', which is a microcosm of the first half of my life. Next, please give me your advice!"

So, in the sometimes cheerful, sometimes solemn, sometimes exciting, sometimes tragic music, her ups and downs of life, like a magnificent picture scroll, are slowly revealed to the world.

Everyone was immersed in her great sorrow, unable to extricate themselves, and was moved by her pain and firm belief of being burned by the fire. In the end, the phoenix was reborn from the ashes, and the beauty was breathtaking.

The moving notes flow out from the woman's plain fingertips, a dream is born, how can you be happy?

It's just the alternation of brokenness and new life, it's just the intersection of sorrow and joy.

But now, standing here, she does not rely on her legs to stand, but she is already extremely graceful.

Perhaps, this is the true meaning of "Nirvana", not hating the people and things in the past, not nostalgic for fictitious warmth, only full of love for music, and full of longing for the future.

She slowly showed a shallow smile, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms, charming and beautiful.

Under the stage, Gu Ruobai looked at her with long-distance gaze and throbbing heart.

But Qi Baicao in the back row was full of complicated feelings, not knowing whether it was jealousy or hatred.She tightly held Yu Chuyuan's hand beside her, as if grasping the last straw.

The music stopped abruptly amidst the high melody, and the applause was thunderous. Everyone was amazed at the young pianist's musical literacy and performance ability.And her beautiful appearance and physical incompleteness made her deeds even more legendary.

She hid behind the scenes with the band, without leaving a single word, but engraved the name "Phoenix" Fang Tingyi in the hearts of the audience.

"This is the end of tonight's concert. All the tracks will be collected in the album "Nirvana" and will be officially released tomorrow." Allen walked quickly to the center of the stage and bowed deeply to the audience, "The audience likes it Friends of Phoenix, you can book in advance. On behalf of Phoenix, thank you again for your support and love!"

A feast of music came to an end.

After tonight, a poison called "Phoenix" will sweep Anyang and even the whole of China, and those who are lucky enough to witness and hear this music festival will have deep memories in their lives.

Backstage, Fang Tingyi, who had changed into casual clothes, thanked the "Paradise Band" who had come from afar, and then quietly left through the side door.

"Brother, I have a headache. I won't go to the celebration banquet tonight. Please help me entertain the seniors of the band." While talking to A Nuo, she beckoned Allen to pick up the car.

"Follow your orders, Your Highness, after all, those who are able do more work."

"That's very true, then go get busy, I'll hang up."

"I'm asking for a kiss as a reward. I don't accept credit, and I'll exchange it on the spot—"

Fang Tingyi cut off the call before he finished playing tricks, obviously she was used to his behavior for a long time.

"Fang Tingyi."

Behind her, someone called her name in a deep and mellow voice.

She turned around and looked, and there was a romantic look in her eyes.

Not far away, Gu Ruobai was leaning against the wall, his suit was in disarray, his originally neat tie was missing, and his white shirt was unbuttoned two times, revealing his beautiful collarbone.

His eyes were blurred, as if he was drunk, looking at her obsessively.

"Gu Ruobai." She called his name, she didn't know whether it was because the night was too beautiful, or because the beauty was alluring, but there was a trace of tenderness, "Did you fight with someone?"

Hearing this, he froze for a moment, and the light in his eyes instantly brightened, as if living in thousands of stars, shining brightly.

"Hmm. Are you worried about me?"

"Everyone has a love for beauty, I'm worried about your... face."

She said it jokingly, but he felt as if he had found a treasure. His originally very handsome eyebrows and eyes were curved, making people feel like a spring breeze.

He approached slowly, his steps were gentle, but he seemed to be stepping on her heartbeat.There was a faint light shining from behind him, like a light, coming through the dark night.

"Fang Tingyi, have I ever said that I love you?"

Since the operation five years ago, love, like every beat of the heart, has penetrated into the blood little by little.

"Gu Ruobai, I liked you." She raised her head and looked into his eyes, "Five years ago."

At that time, she thought that her uncontrollable unwillingness and anger were only due to dependence, but later she discovered that it was because of liking.

Then, there is no more.

Stung by the calmness in her eyes, Gu Ruobai couldn't help stretching out his hands to cover those eyes, the long eyelashes swept across his palms, slightly itchy, but it wasn't just the palms.

"Then keep liking it." He leaned over and hugged her like a devout believer.

To him, she is faith, which cannot be stopped.

Without sternly refusing, Fang Tingyi just pushed him away gently, and changed the subject, "I heard you changed your career to become a director?"

"Hmm. Are you free? I'll treat you to a movie."

"Now?"

"Yes." Holding her somewhat cold hand, Gu Ruobai glanced at Alan who had already driven the car, and frowned, "It's the first work I directed."

"Miss, get in the car." Alan stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair back a few steps, ignoring Gu Ruobai's existence.

Gu Ruobai didn't miss the unkindness in his eyes, and couldn't find any reason to keep her. He could only watch her get in the car and leave, and the loneliness in his eyes was even worse.

"Come on, didn't you say you want to invite me to watch a movie?"

The car that galloped out backed up again, and Fang Tingyi's voice floated leisurely from the car.

He calmed down the chill all over his body in an instant, and slipped in with his long legs.