Chapter 75: Show Preview

It's not that Sheng Mingzhi hasn't thought about this scenario.

Because he felt he knew Lu Jiayan quite well.

Since that night, after crying once in Lu Jiayan's arms.

All this time he had an inexplicable premonition that Lu Jiayan might do something, and the odds were that it would be about the violin.

It's just a different scene from the one you've made up in your own head a thousand times.

When it really happened in front of him, it made him want to cry more than he could have imagined.

Sheng Mingzhi tries to put his hand on the strings, and even his heartbeat vibrates.

Then he picked it up and found it to be a specially customised violin.

More in keeping with his playing habits, Sheng Mingzhi doesn't doubt that Lu Jiayan would know this, he played in quite a few competitions as a child and could always find out if he wanted to.

Lu Jiayan did not wait for Sheng Mingzhi's answer, but was in no hurry and continued patiently, "Want to try?"

Sheng Mingzhi looks as if he has come back to his senses, shaking his head.

But he was afraid that Lu Jiayan would think that his shaking his head meant that he didn't want to return to the stage.

Hastily, he said, "It needs tuning and it's not convenient in the restaurant."

It's so quiet, he's here to try out the piano.

It's so embarrassing!

You'll be dismissed by passers-by as a psychopath who likes to pretend.

Mr. Sheng Jr. must not lose face.

Despite these words, he didn't let go of his violin.

I don't know how, but the emotions that I had wanted to cry had subsided, but when I turned around and looked up at Lu Jiayan, that inexplicable feeling of aggression returned.

It's just too humiliating to cry in front of people.

Sheng Mingzhi quickly looked down, only to think that Lu Jiayan was the one who made him cry! Whoever made him cry was responsible!

He then took two steps forward and then stopped in front of Lu Jiayan.

The bare forehead rests against the man's shoulder, like a small animal pampering itself.

No more needs to be said.

The answer to the question of whether Sheng Mingzhi is willing to return to the stage or not has already been given at this moment.

He never for one second forgot his stage.

The next moment, Lu Jiayan was hugging him.

Sheng Mingzhi, feeling aggrieved, said in a stifled voice, "It's all your fault."

The voice's are spoken with a sobbing tone.

Lu Jiayan laughed and said, "Why are you crying even though you received a gift, don't you like it?"

That's not a dislike.

Sheng Mingzhi held his tongue for a while and stubbornly explained, "These are tears of emotion. Do you understand, dirt man, it really ruins the atmosphere."

Lu Jiayan gave a thoughtful "Oh" and asked, "Which gift moved you so much?"

Sheng Mingzhi :?

Didn't you just give me a fucking violin? And you want to be on the spot?

After a while, Sheng Mingzhi suddenly reacted.

Lu Jiayan seemed to have said earlier, something about the violin not costing as much as the villa sports car, so there was an added gift of himself.

Oh.

himself.

Sheng Mingzhi silently pushed Lu Jiayan away and looked at him with a blank stare, "You don't think it's you, do you?"

Lu Jiayan looked at him with an expression of "isn't it?" and said narcissistically, "Isn't it only natural."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

He needs to take back the emotions he was so moved by earlier!

After Lu Jiayan had made a scene, Sheng Mingzhi's feeling of faint embarrassment disappeared.

Picking up the violin again is like meeting up with a good friend after a long absence.

Although there were many regrets in the middle, a happy ending was ushered in.

On the way home, Sheng Mingzhi was still in love with the custom-made violin.

Although restrained, every now and then I have to take it out and look at it, either to tune it slightly or to twist the bow.

Lu Jiayan Although he did not say how much the violin was custom-made for, it must have cost several million.

Sheng Mingzhi owns a lot of expensive things, not to mention a few million, a sports car in the tens of millions and a yacht in the hundreds of millions, but for some reason, he treasures this violin.

Call it a light touch and careful.

Lu Jiayan looked at him like a child with a new toy and refused to put it down.

I am also afraid that if I say so, Sheng Mingzhi will be annoyed.

He washed up and the freshness of Sheng Mingzhi was still fresh.

Standing barefoot in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a light grey silk nightdress with a dark pattern, her hair dark and her skin snow-white, she looks like a picture postcard in the moonlight.

Lu Jiayan can only be seen in the side of his face, seemingly rosinising his violin.

A faint aroma permeates the room.

After hearing Lu Jiayan's movement, Sheng Mingzhi turned his head.

The next moment, as if he had discovered some great secret, and as if he had caught Lu Jiayan in the act, he held up the violin and pointed to a small, tiny inscription on the back.

"You're carving on my piano!"

Lu Jiayan denies it: "No, I don't think so."

Sheng Mingzhi pointed out to him word by word, justified and substantiated: "l, j, y."

The back of the instrument does have a few initials in English characters.

Before "ljy", there was "s.z".

Shit.

Old immodest.

Carve his initials and forget it.

What's the point of carving your own?

Sheng Mingzhi sneered: "What is this?"

An ironclad look.

I've caught you in the act," he said. "You love me so much that you're going to admit that you love me a lot, so hurry up and say you love me a lot.

Older men are so childish and get these couple name abbreviations.

Lu Jiayan blurted out, "Chilli oil. Maybe it's an abbreviation for chilli oil?"

Sheng Mingzhi: "......"

The sudden harmonic stems of the joke made Sheng Mingzhi laugh until his guard was down.

The point is that Lu Jiayan speaks as if this is really the case.

When he had laughed enough, he leaned over Lu Jiayan's back and muttered, "You're so corny. Why don't you just put a heart between your two names?"

"And then put an arrow through it?" Lu Jiayan paused, citing the example and doubling the earthiness, and nodded naturally, "Good suggestion, take it next time."

......

Help, then he'll give up playing the violin once again!

However, since Lu Jiayan's gift was so much in line with little Mr. Sheng's intentions, he didn't bother with Lu Jiayan's childish bargaining.

That night, Sheng Mingzhi took the initiative in bed for the first time and was so tired that her back was broken.

The late summer weather had already started to cool down and a light rain fell in the latter part of the night before the night lights at One XiShan slowly went out at dawn.

-

The consequence of indulgence is that trying to get up and practice the next day results in complete failure.

It was a day after Sheng Mingzhi had actually started his rehab exercises.

I thought I might be a bit rusty after not having played the violin for so many years.

Sheng Mingzhi was even prepared to interview for a logger position in the Daxinganling.

But by the time he set the violin up, his body seemed to be awakened by it.

Like an instinct, the music flows from the fingertips with hardly any guidance.

Shen Ling listened in awe.

End of a song.

Sheng Mingzhi, a little nervous, clenched his fist and his voice trembled, "Well?"

"Holy shit?" Shen Ling snapped out of his shock, "Are you sure you haven't pooped in years?"

Sheng Mingzhi looked at her with an expression of "you're talking nonsense".

Shen Ling rubbed the tip of his nose: "Maybe it's because I'm an amateur, I think it sounds, well, pretty much the same as the original version I heard online."

She hastened to add: "I think you play better than my music teacher who teaches violin, really, not to flatter you! It's really, really good! If you don't believe me, find someone else to listen. I mean, Mingzhi, don't you have a bit of a talent for playing the violin?"

Shen Ling is not the first person to say he has talent.

The first person to say that Sheng Mingzhi had talent was his primary school music teacher.

Sheng Mingzhi still has some confidence in his talent for playing the piano.

When Shen Ling finished speaking, he was silently relieved and somewhat relieved.

"Yeah. Maybe."

He thought he pulled it off quite well.

Shen Ling's boast about his talent proved to be true.

In just half a month, Sheng Mingzhi has grown at a phenomenal rate.

The violin teacher originally brought in to help him with his rehabilitation soon felt a little overwhelmed.

Sheng Mingzhi is almost instantly familiar with the instrument, and he practices hard, learns quickly, listens to the tone accurately, and has a very personal style that is more like enjoyment than practice.

In other words, he can't teach anymore.

As he left, he lamented.

" Mingzhi's talent is rare and many people who work hard for a lifetime may not reach that level."

It is too pompous for Sheng Mingzhi's taste.

He wondered if Lu Jiayan had slipped the teacher money.

Of course, the teacher also said that if he had kept on learning the piano back then, his attainment now would have been unimaginable.

With a single word, Sheng Mingzhi and Lu Jiayan fell silent at the same time.

They all know that the 'then' that their teacher speaks of may be the future that Sheng Mingzhi was supposed to have.

But in that future, there is no Lu Jiayan.

After a long time, Sheng Mingzhi found the silence unbearable.

He put down his violin and spoke quietly, "Actually, I think it's fine the way it is."

Lu Jiayan's eyes drift over.

Sheng Mingzhi looked at his face and knew he was a bit lost, so she got nervous and stumbled over her words. I'm so rich now, and I don't have to work for myself to earn money. If I hadn't gone back to Sheng family and met you, I'd probably still be working hard abroad, I don't want to do that hard work, I just like to lie around and collect money!"

Lu Jiayan saw his clumsy comfort and could not feel any sadness in his heart.

It's just that the aftermath is still reverberating, if Sheng Mingzhi really hadn't gone back to the Sheng family back then ......

A future he couldn't even think about.

Sheng Mingzhi whispered bb, poked him hard on the chin and warned him: "So you have to cherish me especially you know, now little Mr. Sheng is not that salty fish anymore, if you do me wrong, I will leave home and go abroad to give concerts, just like you full of copper capitalist will definitely not be able to climb up to me as a big artist in the future You know what?"

A non-shocking threat, more like a pout.

"Then what?" Lu Jiayan laughed lightly, "In order to chase Little Mr. Sheng, I had to pack every concert Little Mr. Sheng played."

Then playfully continued, "Try to get little Mr. Sheng to get the coppery smell of capitalism too soon."

What a stinking capitalist!

Sheng Mingzhi was in a playful mood and put his arms around him, "You don't think so. I'm not the kind of man who gives money and gives in."

After thinking about it, he justified it by saying, "Unless you give too much!"

Lu Jiayan wrapped his arms around his waist, and with a gentle hug, Sheng Mingzhi fell into his arms.

The man said ambiguously, "And how much does little Mr. Sheng think is appropriate?"

Mr. Sheng Jr. is still thinking hard.

It just felt like something was very present against him.

Sheng Mingzhi paused and collided with Lu Jiayan's eyes.

The other party's peachy eyes** sank, his voice lowered a little, and **generally spoke, "This size, is it right?"

......

......

Sheng Mingzhi doesn't feel as innocent as he once did.

I can't believe I got it in a second instant.

The neck is red.

Mr. Sheng Jr. let out an "Oh" and spoke with shame, "Just barely."

The consequence of being tough-mouthed is that you get bullied badly.

If he had known Sheng Mingzhi would not have said anything about reluctance, he would have thought that Lu Jiayan, a man of such substance, would be different from other men and not care about this comparison.

The results still matter!

He also had to be forced to admit that he was big.

What is there to care about such things please!

Are you a schoolboy, does it really get smaller when I say smaller, it's still holding him up!

And I wonder if it's because of the bedtime exercise about what the future would have been if Sheng Mingzhi hadn't returned to the Sheng family.

After he drifted off to sleep, he really did have dreams at night.

I dreamt that my name was still Song Yushu and that I was not recognized as part of the Sheng family at the age of twelve.

He entered a very important national competition that day and it didn't take long for him to win the expected title and just rocketed up the ladder as his talent became more and more known.

He later made his debut at an international competition and his rare talent made him instantly famous, becoming the youngest ever principal violinist.

The first half of the dream content was normal.

The second half starts to get bizarre.

Sheng Mingzhi completed his last world tour at the Victoria Hall in Geneva, Switzerland, on the occasion of his 18th Bar Mitzvah, where he met a young Chinese capitalist, Lu Jiayan.

In the dream he seems to know Lu Jiayan and not Lu Jiayan again, and after the encounter, the other man soon expresses his affection for him and begins to pursue him.

This is where the picture gets outrageous.

Because almost all the content of the quest had to be mosaicked, it couldn't be broadcast at all, and was a completely charming spring. A dream.

Until he woke up in the morning, Sheng Mingzhi was still reeling from that crazy dream.

In his dreams Lu Jiayan, the dog man, is really playing around, there is no place he dare not do anything, even on the piano in the concert hall ......

Sheng Mingzhi blushes at the thought of it.

Especially when you have an erotic... After having an erotic dream, you wake up and see your erotic... The object of the dream is sleeping on the side.

Not the usual excitement.

But, as an afterthought, he remembered that he had only just turned eighteen in the dream, hadn't he?

Shit, the dog man!

Lu Jiayan was woken up by Sheng Mingzhi's bite, still a little confused, with one eye open, "Huh?" He gave a bark of confusion.

There were still teeth marks on the collarbone from the little ancestor's bite earlier, and the bite was quite heavy.

"What's wrong?"

"Not much." Sheng Mingzhi said coldly, "You just offended me in the dream, apologise to me."

Lu Jiayan: ......?

Just, fly by night.

-

By November, the second installment of "Trainee Battle" had also reached its closing date.

Lu Jiayan has always remembered Sheng Mingzhi's stage performance, and made a point of mentioning Sheng Mingzhi's show when he sent up the planning for the final night of "The Practice".

HeMu executives listened with horror.

When Sheng Mingzhi first came on the show, he came as a supporting guest, but showed no intention of supporting.

HeMu is just trying to make the leader happy, he wouldn't dare to arrange him without his word.

So Sheng Mingzhi was given plenty of footage throughout, without making it difficult for him to support any of the contestants.

It just so happens that HeMu had already offended Sheng Mingzhi by failing to handle the Lin Xi matter properly some time ago.

The top brass kept going until they could do nothing to remedy the situation, and it turned out as if even the heavens were helping them, with pillows being sent to them when they wanted to sleep.

-- Sheng Mingzhi is actually willing to put on a show.

Having fallen once, HeMu only kisses ass harder than before.

Therefore, Sheng Mingzhi's programme has been treated with the utmost care.

After receiving Lu Jiayan's order, he went back to work for three days, synchronised all the progress and wrote an unprecedentedly perfect proposal.

HeMu did not dare to make his own decisions as Sheng Mingzhi was at stake, and the boss himself had to see and approve everything.

But the owner is really interested in the "boss's wife".

No matter how busy he is, he does everything related to Sheng Mingzhi himself.

HeMu executives - and indeed Sheng Jia executives - have on more than one occasion secretly discussed the fact that their boss is simply a wife slave.

What was finalised was a more conservative solution.

Sheng Mingzhi, as a supporting act, will be joining Kang Xing, the current c-trainee of "The Battle of the Trainee", on the final stage of the group.

It's not overwhelming, but still has enough exposure.

The direction of the selection is currently five songs, subject to Sheng Mingzhi's final decision.

The performance format is violin plus dance and the theme is the collision of classical music and popular dance.

Kang Xing has a strong dance background and will have no problem with this, the rest is Sheng Mingzhi's violin selection.

When we got the proposal, HeMu gave us five versions of classical adaptations.

After Sheng Mingzhi listened in the studio, the curator in charge of the show asked cautiously, " What did Mr. Sheng think?"

Mr. Sheng thinks it's average.jpg

The ...... adaptation is moderately good, I think.

Sheng Mingzhi's only thought after listening was this.

But he was too embarrassed to say so directly, and looked up to gesture to Kang Xing.

"What do you think?"

Kang Xing: "I'm all for it. The dance is very malleable and these songs all feel good, I'm personally more inclined to the Carmen Fantasy adaptation because I'm quite interested in the story of it."

Sheng Mingzhi thinks Carmen's Fantasia is also good, but this one already has the original story.

More than anything else, he wanted to use music to express a new, self-made story of his own.

"Are these the only five songs chosen?" Sheng Mingzhi asks the curator.

"Yes. But you can have a better one too, and we'll mostly work with one of your ideas on our end."

Sheng Mingzhi is naturally used to people obeying him, so he nods naturally.

said, "None of these adaptations are needed for now, I'll do it myself."

The curator and Kang Xing froze together.

Composing your own adaptations?

That's too risky!

What if the adaptation is not good?

Sheng Mingzhi seemed to notice the silence: "Is there a problem."

The curator shook his head, "No problem."

Kang Xing listened, but then stopped talking.

Although he is now the c-suite, the final performance on the night of the group is also a top priority for him, and who will be responsible for him if the performance fails and flops?

The other party is the love interest of Sheng Jia's boss, and it's a game of chance.

But your future is on the line in this one ......

Only, in the end, he didn't say anything.

People are powerful and influential, so nothing he can say will help.

When Kang Xing returned to the hostel, the more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

He even began to regret working with Sheng Mingzhi, as he had agreed to do so quickly, in fact, to curry favour with the senior management.

Who knew Sheng Mingzhi was so unconventional?

Even if you want to express yourself, you don't have to hitch a ride on his prospects.

Kang Xing was worried and fished out his spare phone to spill the beans to his girlfriend about it.

Originally, after spitting, venting and feeling good, forget about it.

As a result, I didn't expect this chat to be leaked out somehow.

The next morning, a new post with more than 1,000 floors had appeared on the front page of a certain DouBan group of inner-city talent hunters, and it had just reddened: "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the job done.

-Fuck me, I've eaten a big melon!!! Fidelity! My best friend has a friend who is a finalist in the trainee debut battle, and I heard that the finalists of group A will be performing violin and dance. Help, help, help? I am really going to shout for help!

In an instant, the panel's discussion level exploded.