The boss sends me money every day

Chapter 1673 Church Recital

The first thing she remembered was when she went back to China and fainted on the street because the person she loved the most died.

At the end of the memory, she woke up from the hospital, and her father told her that she had been asleep for a whole year because of the shock.

But she was a little skeptical. She clearly felt that she did not fall asleep during this year, but did other things. She had been looking for it in her dreams, but she had never looked for it.

She asked her brother, and his brother also said that she didn't have it, maybe it was a dream?

dreaming?
But the feeling of emptiness in her heart is so obvious, two years have passed, except for Zi Cong's absence, her life has not changed in any way.

But there is still no way to fill this void.

In the afternoon, she followed everyone to the cathedral to perform. Fang Jiamei changed into a white dress and her long hair was left untouched.

She is naturally curly, and her hair has always been curly since she was a child, and it is useless to straighten her hair.

Zicong always said that she was a little Teddy, and she was so angry that she quarreled with him every time.

Taking out the music score in the bag, it is full of melodies written by Zicong for her, brisk and romantic.

But since his death, she found that she could no longer play that melody.

She carries this music score with her every day, but she hasn't played the music in it for a long, long time.

"Jiamei, get ready for the stage!" A voice shouted from over there, and Fang Jiamei immediately put the sheet music into her bag.

Just wait, maybe in another year or two, she accepts Zicong's disappearance, and maybe she can go back to the past.

……

Church front.

Several famous cars stopped, and all the people who got off were suits and leather shoes.

It's just that they all bowed their heads and complimented a man.

The man got out of the car, his slender legs wrapped in black suit pants, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white shirt and black suit, and the wind gently blew the corners of his clothes.

The facial features are distinct, and there is a gentle and elegant temperament between the eyebrows and eyes, just like a handsome young man.

Among a group of foreigners, it seems to have a unique temperament.

It's just that his dark eyes always seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking, and he was very indifferent.

"Mr. Mo, the old man's phone number." The assistant at the side walked up, clutching his phone.

Mo Yiheng frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "Hang up."

Playing every day is annoying to death.

He followed the group of foreigners into the church, sat down on a row of seats, and stared at the front without any interest.

"Today, students from Bosley came to perform. I hope Mr. Mo will like it!" A blond man next to him said flatteringly, speaking fluent French.

His usually calm eyes froze slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Mo Yiheng looked up at the main stage below, because they were sitting on a high ground, so the stage was below.

Bosley...

Very familiar name.

But what does it matter to him?

Today is just to give the collaborator a face, otherwise he would not want to come to such a concert.

The concert officially started, and Mo Yiheng didn't raise his eyes when he heard the announcement and introduction. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his palm, waiting for the time to pass before he could leave quickly.

The beautiful performance officially started. If it wasn't for the introductions by those next to it, Mo Yiheng might still like it better.

But now there was only a sense of irritability.

Suddenly, in the middle of the performance, the sound of a cello joined in, which was different from the beautiful melody, full of sadness and longing...

(End of this chapter)