[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

Fei Cui's eyes darkened, and she wanted to hit him directly, but she remembered that Wei He had told him before: not everything can be solved with fists.

And he just hated the hypocritical smiles on the faces of the two of them, so he kept staring at Li Zhen coldly.

After being stared at for a while, Li Zhen felt that he was sweating all over, and said with a smile, "How did the two of you get to play together? The money of Anding Music Store is not cheap."

"Don't worry about it." Wei He still cared about what he hadn't finished before, and asked, "Do you know each other?" He asked about Li Zhen and Fei Cui's eyes.

The little Tangtang kept pulling Li Zhen's sleeve to hide, and the jade eyes didn't say a word for a while, Li Zhen's mouth curled up into a smile, and said, "As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, we just fought here We became acquaintances after one fight."

Wei He scratched his head, and finally remembered, the last time he met his friends and jade eyes here, there was Li Zhen inside, but they ran so fast that they disappeared in no time.

Wei He's face darkened, and finally he realized that Li Zhen was really troubled, and without warning, he punched him with his fist, and Li Zhen only had time to let out a short cry.

Tangtang exclaimed, "You, why are you acting like this?"

"What's the matter?" Wei He rubbed his fists, his emerald eyes were also slightly puzzled by what he was doing.

Wei He explained, "It can be regarded as revenge for the idiot, but you should take it easy, how can it not be enough to bully one, and always want to touch the tiger's ass?"

Li Zhen covered his face with a pitiful expression, and his usual arrogance has also restrained a lot.

Wei He laughed, "It's more or less like this." He took Ning Feichen's hand and said, "He will be my man from now on, and so will Idiot Qiang. No matter how much you bully them, I will take revenge It's social, go pee in your hot spring!"

Li Zhen suddenly took a deep breath.

Tangtang said softly with a mournful face, "Obviously we are always being bullied."

Wei He: "That's all clear, let's go first, there is no need to give it away." After saying this, he began to exude a sense of happiness. If I want to use a metaphor, it is constipation The feeling of being released for three weeks is finally released at this moment, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

Jade eyes looked at her grasped hand, and also felt that the light on that person's body was too gentle, caressing her body, it seemed that her mood would really improve a lot.

The asphalt road was no longer so scorching because of the setting sun, and suddenly there were more people around, people riding bicycles and walking, and office workers hurried home.

Wei He hurriedly asked, "Has your aunt gone back?"

"She works late into the night."

Wei and Chrysanthemum tightened up, and they were working on makeup late at night. He felt as if he knew something, and the eyes he looked at Jade's eyes became more distressed and gentle, "Then are you staying at home alone?"

"Ah."

"Just read magazines all the time? It's too cruel." Wei He muttered, and then said to Ning Feishen, "You can practice sight-reading, I'll give you the score tomorrow, that's what I do when I'm too lazy to move my fingers .” He pointed to his own brain, “It’s just relying on imagination to play the piano.”

"Okay." Fei Cui nodded towards Wei He, turned around and walked into the alley.

Wei He looked at him eagerly for a while, thinking that the man would at least invite him in for a cup of tea. Could it be that his performance today was not aggressive enough?Wei He couldn't figure it out, so he also turned around and ran back.

Trotting all the way back home, his father was sitting on the sofa, and a man in a suit was sitting beside him.

Wei He asked, "Any guests?"

His father replied, "That's right, this is Mr. Owen, please come and say something."

"Hello, Uncle." Wei He greeted respectfully, but when he looked up, he saw the man's face, which looked familiar. Wei He was surprised. Isn't this the foreign man he met at school this afternoon.

Coster pointed to Wei He and said to Dad Wei, "Dougs, this is the enthusiastic kid I told you about. His English is good, and you are well educated!" People are still used to calling Dad Wei Teacher Wei, and a few of his peers call him by his full name or his English name.

Father Wei rubbed his chin and sighed, "How can my son speak English well? It really is an outstanding place with a good geomantic omen..."

The western man was sitting in the middle of the sofa, and Wei and grandma’s favorite Yue opera was playing on the TV. His long sleeves were waving, accompanied by incomprehensible babbling, the scene still brought a certain sense of joy.

Wei He also sat down, originally wanted to touch the piano, but thought it would be embarrassing to have guests, so they watched TV and listened to Yue opera together.

Grandma is still in the flower shop, and the old man is inevitably lonely. On the contrary, this flower shop now makes people look forward to it. After staying there for a few days, I feel a lot more relaxed physically and mentally.

Dad Wei shouted to Wei He, "Go and cook, there are guests here."

"I won't do it!"

"Then what will you do?" Father Wei hated iron for being weak, and was a little hungry, so he said, "Forget it, we'll go out to eat, do you want to follow?"

Wei He naturally nodded in agreement.

Dad Wei felt something strange again, after taking a second look, he finally found out what the problem was, and couldn't help but ask, "It's weird, where's your schoolbag?"

Oops, Wei He yelled in his heart, hesitated and didn't know how to explain, Coster hurriedly answered, "I know, I know! I saw it this afternoon, and the two of them ran away without backpacks."

It's not a quiz with prizes, why are you so active!Wei He cursed in his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Dad Wei sometimes still couldn't understand the logic of his friend, so he asked again.

Coster repeated, "Xiao Wei took Effie and ran away. Is it really because I am not charitable enough?" He touched his injured nose, looking a little miserable.

Speaking of which, it would be unreasonable for Wei He not to know who this uncle is. There are not many people who can call Ning Feishen's English name, so he shouted, "Coster Owen?"

Dad Wei patted Wei He's brain, "What are you talking about, I introduced you to you not long ago?"

"You just said that this is Uncle Owen. I didn't know that the combination of his first name and his last name would be... so nice." Since it is not easy to directly say that this person is the father of Emerald Eyes, Wei He changed the subject. , and continue with another word.

Coster had an appreciative expression on his face, and gave Wei He a thumbs up to praise Wei He for his vision. Father Wei also pronounced the name twice by himself, but he couldn't find out what it sounded like.

But this interruption, Dad Wei also came up with a way of thinking, he asked Coster with a smile, "The wound on your face can't be caused by your precious son."

Coster blushed, "How, how is it possible, and my son doesn't know me yet."

Dad Wei nodded, "It's not easy being a dad like you." He waved at Wei He, "Let's go, go eat. By the way, remember to leave a piece of paper on the table and tell your grandma."

A restaurant, if two mature and promising men can look at it, it is naturally impossible to be the kind of roadside stall that flies will come to patronize at any time. Dad Wei here is more familiar than Coste, so he chooses the restaurant first. A mid-range restaurant with private rooms inside, but the lobby was as noisy as a vegetable market in the early morning, and Mr. Coster refused to go in.

Dad Wei said helplessly, "The western restaurant here is also so lively."

"Isn't there something secluded? At least you should sprinkle lilies and other plants in the room. How can you feel at ease with that kind of greasy thing still sticking to the wall? God, how on earth did you survive, Dougs? of?"

"Since you're here, follow the traditions here obediently."

"Then let's roast the whole pig, is this a special dish here?"

"...No, it's not."

They walked a little further and went to a more luxurious hotel, which was built very shiny, all with golden tiles. Coster praised, "It's a bit like Venice." It's flashy and high-profile, and the air is sprayed with more expensive A freshener that exudes the breath of the sea.

This place is obviously out of tune with the small town.It was also the first time for Wei He to come to this kind of place with his father, and he was a little nervous, showing the way a child should be.

He pointed to the three-piece band playing on the ring stage in the middle and said, "Sit around there."

"What's the matter with you, go away." Dad Wei taught him a lesson.

Wei He pursed his lips and stopped talking. Coster is indeed a romanticist from the Mediterranean Sea. He clapped his hands and praised, "Just there, just there, and you can listen to the wonderful music in the town up close."

Coste's Chinese is not very good, and he will burst into Italian when he is in a hurry, and Wei He's Italian is also super bad, he only understands the superficial, so what he said to that person is just nodding his head in a daze and not expressing his opinion .

Dad Wei is different, he is a slightly masculine adult with independent thinking, so he immediately retorted, "What are you doing sitting there? Shouldn't you go to the private room when you come to the hotel? You are not afraid of the sudden high-pitched sound that knocks your eardrums away." Broken."

Wei He immediately covered his ears.

"Don't scare the kid, there is no such fragile thing in the world."

"I remember that someone called a man's self-esteem was much more fragile than this. After being ridiculed by his sister for wetting the bed, he couldn't help but go to the Mediterranean Sea to commit suicide." Wei Dad laughed.

Coster stayed for a long while, then walked straight to a nearby table, sulking and did not speak, Wei He also hurriedly followed, and waved his hand in a very high-end manner, summoning a waiter.

"A recipe, and then two bottles of champagne."

Dad Wei rushed over and shouted, "I want your uncle's champagne, who will drink it? Feed the floor? Remove this and don't want it." The thought of entering the private room was interrupted, Coste still didn't speak, and Dad Wei sat down. It seemed a little lonely in the lobby, he pushed the notebook and asked, "What do you want?"

"...to my dear sister to heal my wounded heart."

Dad Wei turned around and asked Wei He again, "What do you want? Pick it quickly!"

"You are treating them differently." Wei He complained, ordering a lot of desserts honestly.

The central stage had already finished a song, and the original viola player retreated, replaced by a man who played the saxophone, with dyed blonde curly hair and a baby face, which bulged up as if it would explode when he played.They started to play Mozart's piece, with a slightly quiet prelude, which seemed to fit well in the hotel.

The dishes were served soon, and the night outside was finally dark and gloomy. The lights in the hotel were dimmed a few degrees, and thick white candles were lit to make the whole hotel more stylish.

After a while, there was a brief low cry from the stage, and the sound of the piano suddenly became out of harmony.

It's like losing the chain on a bicycle.

People around started whispering.