I heard that my boyfriend is sick

With a rough voice, Jiang Zhe grabbed the bow in Zheng Ruiyu's hand abruptly. There was an unconcealable hostility in his brows, which made Zheng Ruiyu shiver subconsciously in fright. Talked harshly to Vanity, if Jiang Zhe really hit him, his small arms and legs would definitely be beaten by his seniors.

Zheng Ruiyu hid behind Mr. Chen, only to find that Jiang Zhe was just holding the bow, and he didn't intend to become angry and violent. He quietly glanced at the two of them, and sitting in front of the cello, Jiang Zhe repeated the ditty that Zheng Ruiyu played just now. Once again, Zheng Ruiyu's face was a little ugly because of the cleverness of it. He originally thought that Jiang Zhe would sarcastically go back, but he didn't expect him to say nothing. He just touched the cello in his hand silently, and put the cello in the case. Go out and leave without looking back.

Seeing Jiang Zhe's look of no one in his eyes, Mr. Chen shouted angrily. "Jiang Zhe——you put down the piano and apologize to Ruiyu!—Jiang Zhe! Jiang Zhe, come back!!—"

Jiang Zhe didn't seem to hear it, so he pressed the elevator straight away, and when Mr. Chen and Zheng Ruiyu chased them out, the elevator door had slowly closed. Mr. Chen said angrily, "Jiang Zhe, don't think about Tianyi's arrangements for you this year and next two years." Concert, I think you need to work on your temper!—”

The elevator doors closed to the last position, and Jiang Zhe vaguely saw a sarcastic smile.

Zheng Ruiyu looked at everything, and he clenched his fists. Although Tianyi and Mr. Chen defended him in every possible way, Jiang Zhe's arrogant face when he played the piano just now made him feel no joy of victory.

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It was already sunset, and Jiang Zhe was slowly walking down the street with his cello on his back.

Many streets had already turned on dim street lights in advance. When Jiang Zhe passed by, the light shone on his body, casting a faint shadow. He walked unhurriedly, listening to the soft voices of passers-by on the road, stepping on the The sound on the fallen leaves, rushing, seemed a little pleasant amidst the noise.

Jiang Zhe has been playing the cello for so many years, and he once wanted to be known to the world as a master, but after all, he was short of time and experience. He has been calm, not fascinated by the short-term glitz, and hopes that one day he can climb to the place in his heart. The peak of music.

Tianyi and Mr. Chen's threats didn't disappoint him. After all, it used to be a company like Bole. They found him and told him, "You can hold a personal recital. I think you are great. Do you want to try it?" The market is driven by profit-seeking. Although this kind of change makes Jiang Zhe speechless, it is still a matter of adaptation.

He is not a fledgling cellist now, he is excellent without knowing it, if he is really hidden by the snow, I believe there will always be someone who loves his music, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles he has gone through, he is willing to try to find him.

But where is such a person...

Jiang Zhe carried the cello on his back and hummed an unknown ditty, never expecting that a die-hard music fan was about to overcome obstacles and forge ahead for him.

Since he was not in a hurry, Jiang Zhe found a roadside stall and sat down at Malatang. He ordered a bowl of vermicelli, served with red oil, fish balls, and seaweed, and soaked the chopsticks in the hot soup. Jiang Zhe While looking at the gradually darkening sky, he ate happily and played the cello all afternoon. He was already hungry. Seeing that he was eating happily, the boss who was cooking skewers asked with a smile.

"Young man, do you want to burn some fried dough sticks? Our fried dough sticks are delicious."

Jiang Zhe also smiled, his mood was finally not as bad as before. "I don't want the fried dough sticks. Can the boss cook another fish ball?"

The boss quickly put in a bunch of fish balls, and picked up a piece of bean curd sticks for Jiang Zhe, "This is a gift, young man, it's quite early for supper."

Jiang Zhe thanked: "Thank you, boss, this is the last class in a hurry to eat dinner, and it happened to bump into the supper stall."

The boss glanced at Jiang Zhe's piano case, "Hey, the young man is still an artist, and the artist eats and sleeps in the open, no wonder the eating time is irregular."

Naturally, artists cannot be generalized, and musicians with rich money and BMW cars are not without exception.Regarding this, Jiang Zhe didn't explain much, just smiled, and moved the meatballs and vermicelli in the bowl with his chopsticks.

"Is there a piano in here? A guitar? My son also wants to learn guitar, and he has been grinding with me for a long time, but he doesn't even think about how much meat and vegetables I have to skewer to learn that thing..." The boss said, scolding The kid in the family, but he didn't really blame him, instead he had a feeling of love.

Jiang Zhe's eyes were gentle. "It's not a guitar, it's a cello."

The boss waved his hand and didn't ask any more questions, obviously he didn't know much about this instrument.

Something was in his mind. After Jiang Zhe finished eating Malatang, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he opened his most precious violin case in this lampblack outlet. He was playing with the cello by the stall. The violin still had a scent. Seeing that Jiang Zhe was so solemn, the boss at the side happily moved him a bench so that Jiang Zhe could sit in front of the cello better.

Just like an ordinary wandering musician, Jiang Zhe played impromptuly. His music was light and melodious. Instead of the depth of the cello, it showed a unique playfulness. The music was so lively and cheerful that it provoked many people. Stop and listen, and those who are tired from standing may even eat a bowl of vermicelli at the Malatang stand, listening quietly, which is a unique kind of fun.

There was no hat in front of Jiang Zhe, and everyone didn't know how to give a reward. They played for an entire hour and played several tunes. Everyone couldn't get enough of it, and some people took out their mobile phones and secretly took pictures.

"He's so handsome, is he a new musician?"

"I always feel that this person looks familiar. It seems that I held a concert not long ago, but the promotion is not very good. When I found out, I stopped buying..."

"Although it's not a famous song, it sounds really good to me!"

"I searched...it turned out to be Jiang Zhe. I paid attention to him when he first gave a concert a few years ago...Although there were other violinists on the wall later, Jiang Zhe definitely had the original intention. It turned out that he continued to play Qin, I feel like I missed a lot of news..."

"So he is Jiang Zhe who is currently on the hot search??"

"Hot search? Is it because of street performances, but I have the impression that Jiang Zhe is not a person who likes hype..."

"No...it's not...the Yun Nanlang who is the most searched now, and the buddy who was the first to praise [-] words in the classical music comment circle, is this...Jiang! Sting!"

"Yun...Yun Nanlang???! — Was Yun Jinze hand-picked?"

After finishing the performance, Jiang Zhe saw the inexplicable excitement around him, and frowned, realizing that things were not simple.