Every time he thought of her dark days, he felt that the suffering he was going through now was not worth mentioning.
He deserved it.
"Yes, let's rehearse it."
Piano against guqin, violin against pipa.
The instruments they played matched each other just like that. When the two of them sat backstage and rehearsed, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that they were in their boyazi period. Everything in the world stopped, and only he and Wen Qiao were together.
Fu Nanli and Shang fan were staring at each other from the side, making him feel a little irritated. He thought of going backstage to look for Wen Qiao first.
When he got backstage and saw that scene, he was really angry.
His Qiao 'er and the boy she liked were sitting opposite each other. The boy's eyes were so hot that Qiao' er would occasionally look at him.
They were so well-matched, so well-matched that it made him panic.
It was her performance, a performance that she valued very much. He was an adult, and his girlfriend had her own career. He would not go up to her to make trouble and make her cancel the performance without reason.
Adults should be calm and rational. Even if they were jealous, they should control their emotions. They should not lose their sense of propriety, should be more dignified, and should be more elegant.
Lu Youyou returned from outside and saw young master Fu's depressed and sorrowful back.
Her heart skipped a beat. She chased after him and saw young master Fu smoking in the small garden behind the theater. He had one hand in his pocket and his right hand was tapping the cigarette ash between his fingers.
Lu Youyou felt so guilty that she didn't dare to go forward. The performance was about to start, so she would wait until the performance was over before she apologized to young master Fu.
Fu Nanli stood in the garden, his thoughts in a mess. There was only one clear line-'if Wen Qiao's illness is cured, she'll die if she leaves me. If her illness is cured, she'll definitely leave me.'
He selfishly didn't want to give her a checkup and didn't want her to get better. Even if it was because he had no choice, as long as she could stay by his side, it was enough.
When Wen Qiao went on stage to perform, she glanced at the side of the stage, only to see Shang fan.
Not seeing Fu Nanli anywhere, Wen Qiao looked around. The lights in the concert hall were switched off one after another. After searching around, she still couldn't find Fu Nanli, making her feel uneasy.
Halfway through the performance, the curtains at the side swayed slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure-Fu Nanli had returned.
The light was a little dim, so she couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could feel that he didn't seem very happy.
The performance went smoothly.
It was her first time working with Zhuang Yan on stage, but they had a sense of chemistry.
Fu Nanli's father was a musician as well, and he had an instinctive understanding of music. He could tell that the two of them resonated very well in music, and they were in perfect harmony.
Her knuckles turned white from his grip, and her eyes were filled with an unknown fire.
She didn't know who to be angry with.
This anger was too inexplicable, and he knew it himself.
His love was based on a huge lie. It was like a castle in the air, like a Mirage that would break with a touch.
It was not reliable.
The audience's applause was getting louder and louder, and it brought him back to reality. Every applause reminded him that the two children were a good match.
After the incident, he couldn't remember what songs Wen Qiao and the others had performed. He was in a daze during that one and a half hours.
It wasn't until the thunderous applause rang out, until Wen Qiao walked towards him with the lute in her hand, and wrapped her arms around his waist in front of many people, that he finally came back to his senses.
Zhuang Yan's envious and jealous gaze was fixed on her from behind, which finally comforted his heart that was at a loss.