Qin Mingze likes music, and few people know that he has this hobby.

When he was training in the past, when he was tired, he liked to listen to all kinds of soothing piano music, violin music, and symphonies.

Of course, what I like most is the sound of the violin.

Therefore, when Gong Suyan mentioned the famous violinist Jiang Ren, who was Fengling's biological father.

In fact, he knew this violinist and had listened to a lot of Jiang Ren's music.

Although Jiang Ren has almost retired now, he was famous when he was young.

When melodious violin music sounded in the square.

He couldn't help but stop and listen.

Professional level.

Perfect tone.

A talented performer.

It attracted him instantly.

Listening to the ethereal and quiet violin music, it seems that the soul can be purified.

This is a violinist who can listen to God's will. When he thinks of God, the image of Fengling appears in his mind.

When she left, she took the violin with her. Could it be her?

He walked toward the crowd.

The song is over.

As he approached, he heard people talking.

"It's so nice. This is the best violin music I've ever heard."

"Although I don't understand it, I just think it sounds good."

"I have attended several concerts, and they are definitely of professional quality."

"I didn't expect that there are such great violin teachers in the suburbs. If it wasn't too far away, I really want to send my children there to study. Actually, you can send them there. I'll think about it again. Or I might ask them if they plan to open a branch in the capital."

"The teacher is good. It's a pity that she is blind. You saw that she was blindfolded when she played just now. I think she can't see."

"What does it matter? Real artists all have flaws. They have bad eyes and good hands."

"No wonder, maybe it is because of her flaws that she teaches in a remote place."

"Don't worry, look, the next show has started."

Qin Mingze originally planned to go to the front desk to take a look, but he heard them talking about the violinist who was blind and playing the violin blindfolded.

He took back his steps. Glancing from a distance, he seemed to see a black shadow disappearing quickly from the stage.

He was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly I felt stupid.

What is going on? Everyone looks like Fengling. He is afraid that the devil is crazy.

He shook his head. They had just discussed that the person playing the violin was blind and had nothing to do with Fengling. Why did he feel that the figure hurriedly leaving looked somewhat similar.

Forget it. He turned and left.

How could I meet her unexpectedly in a random place in such a huge sea of ​​people?

It's because he thinks too much.

Feeling more and more irritable, he walked to the car he drove, started it, and returned to the secret base.

After Fengling stepped down.

Teacher Zhang came over and said, "Wow, I've never heard you play such a complicated piece of music before. I didn't expect you to be a genius. Famous teachers make great disciples. Which master did you learn from before?"

Fengling had already taken off the blindfold. She had had the experience of being on stage, and she felt much better.
Chapter completed!