The night is glazed with warm light

Chapter 368 Extra Story 1: Songs of Chu and Song Qingzhi (6)

"This is probably the charm of art." Chu Ci touched her face: "In fact, not all street performers are there to make a living, they also want to share art through street performances, and convey to us their love for life and art. love.

At this time, the spiritual satisfaction brought by sharing is incomparable with money.And the wanderer just now... I think you can understand if I don't say anything. "

Sometimes, spiritual nourishment can fill you up more than food.

Street performances are a magical thing.

They amaze the city with their passion and creativity.

They don’t have a stage, and this city is their stage. Anyone, including animals, can watch their performances, and anyone can communicate with them. It doesn’t matter if they don’t respond, but the moment they get a response must be touching.

For pedestrians, seeing these people's performances by chance in this busy and crazy city may brighten up the day's good mood.

Obviously, his own girl was also moved.

Chu Ci put his arms around her shoulders, feeling more and more compatible with her.

Along the way, Song Qingzhi watched a lot of street performances, some played and sang, some played the trumpet, some threw a large and beautiful bubble with a tool, and some were... playing the erhu.

Song Qingzhi stared at this erhu-playing grandfather for a long time, then suddenly turned around and leaned into Chu Ci's arms.

she wants to go home...

At this moment, she felt that going abroad was not good at all.

Chu Ci silently hugged her and comforted her silently.

There is no way, this is the price she paid for her dream.

In the afternoon, Chu Ci took Song Qingzhi to Chinatown by subway before the rush hour, and asked the hotel staff to deliver the luggage before leaving this morning.

As soon as Song Qingzhi entered the subway entrance, he heard the sound of a violin. He walked over and saw a silver-haired old man playing the violin in the aisle.

The aisle was so wide that Song Qingzhi couldn't walk when he heard the sound of the piano.

Chu Ci glanced at that person, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her face.

Song Qingzhi was taken aback: "What, what's wrong?"

Chu Ci's chin rested on her shoulder: "You earned it. This old gentleman is the former well-known violinist Mars Collinson, and a performance costs millions."

Song Qingzhi looked back in surprise, looked at the old man in ordinary clothes, and then looked back at him again: "Really?"

Chu Ci was still leaning on her shoulder, and when he nodded, his cheek just touched her face: "Really, he has seldom performed, and many people don't know him well now."

Song Qingzhi stopped talking.

The old man's piano sounded beautiful, and there was an older piano next to the place where he stood. He chose such a place, as if he was waiting for someone to come and join him.

Soon Song Qingzhi heard that this song was played by Chu Ci, she hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head: "Are you going?"

Chu Ci's gaze also fell on the piano, breathing in her ears: "Do you want me to go?"

Song Qingzhi's face was a little hot: "Yes."

Chu Ci smiled: "You accompany me and I will go."

Song Qingzhi opened his eyes slightly: "Me?"

"Promise?" Chu Ci asked.

"I..." Song Qingzhi.

Before she could finish hesitating, Chu Ci let go of her, said "I'll wait for you" and walked to the piano, bowing slightly to pay tribute to the old man.

The old man seemed very happy, facing him, pausing to wait for the young man to start.

Chu Ci smiled and dropped the first note.

Immediately there was a burst of smooth music, and not long after, the sound of the violin spread melodiously.

Although the artistic conception of Chuci Piano is not as deep as that of the old man, it is still among the best.

Song Qingzhi glanced at the soft-soled shoes under his feet and was hesitating when the phone rang suddenly, and it was Mrs. Ross calling.

Mrs. Rose didn't know if she felt that she talked too much yesterday, but today she was much gentler. She asked Song Qingzhi if she wanted to come back, so that she could leave other important roles to her.

Song Qingzhi glanced at the two people who were playing together, made up his mind, apologized seriously and said nothing.

Then she put her bag next to the piano, met Chu Ci's encouraging eyes, gritted her teeth, took off the hair band from her wrist and quickly put her hair up, stepping on the rhythm of the music and dancing to join them.

The open space in front is big enough to be a small stage.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he was pleasantly surprised by this special addition.

Facing the smiles of the two above, Song Qingzhi let go of himself, and showed his best level on this small stage.

Although she didn't wear dancing shoes, it didn't matter to her at this time, she just wanted to dance, and it didn't matter if she was not perfect.

The performance of the three attracted a lot of people, some of them admired quietly, some took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and they were also polite and silent.

Gradually, there were more and more people, and this corner was surrounded by a non-standard semicircle by pedestrians.

The old man discovered that Song Qingzhi's dance skills were very good, and suddenly changed the tune. The melodiousness was quickly replaced by passion, and Chuci kept up steadily, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Song Qingzhi became more and more involved in the music, and made several circles steadily in the center.

She thinks this is the happiest performance she has ever performed.

During this period, her eyes were always on Chu Ci. She never expected that their second performance on the same stage would be here. It was not a tall and solemn auditorium, but a place that seemed to be full of fireworks.

The music stopped, the surrounding applause was thunderous, Song Qingzhi was not stage frightened, and gave a curtain call seriously.

Then when Chu Ci stood up, she stepped forward and kissed him.

Thank you, thank you for coming, for giving me such a surprise and touch.

Chu Ci froze, blushing from the sudden kiss and the cheers erupting in his ears.

……

The crowd dispersed one after another, and Chu Ci and Song Qingzhi walked to the old gentleman.

"Oh, I'm glad you still know me. Your piano is great." Hearing Chuci call out his name, the old man smiled kindly, and then looked at Song Qingzhi: "Thank you too, lovely girl."

The two looked at each other and thanked each other with a smile.

"It's time for me to go now. I have been standing here for a long time today." The old man put the violin into the violin case, and then winked at them: "I like meeting today."

Song Qingzhi also laughed.

……

"What are you doing?"

I was a little tired after walking for a day, so when I came back, Chu Ci asked Song Qingzhi to take a bath before finishing dinner.

After Song Qingzhi came out of the shower, he saw him leaning against the window, playing with his mobile phone.

When Chu Ci saw her coming out, he put away his phone and walked over: "It's nothing, just dry your hair quickly, or you'll starve to death."

Song Qingzhi: "Yeah, I'll be fast."

Chu Ci put the phone over to charge it with Song Qingzhi's, and the screen turned on at this moment.

Sister Zhuxuan: Zhizhi, where is the costume I gave you?

Sister Zhuxuan: Why don't you wear it?
Sister Zhuxuan: Let me take a look at the photos after wearing them?

Sister Zhuxuan: You won’t forget how to tie your hair, right?
Chuci raised his eyebrows, squeak?Costume?

(End of this chapter)