Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 660 Violin boy ([-])

I don't know how the news about Han Wu sending Bingci a private jet reached the ears of other members of Han's family. Everyone became very interested in Bingci.

He also asked him to bring someone in for a meeting, but Han Wu refused, saying that it was not the time, and the pampering in the words made them even more curious about what kind of person could make their cold-natured nephew show off. Such an attitude.

But Han Wu was really tight-lipped and refused to reveal more information about Bingci. The Han family had no choice but to investigate by themselves.

At this time, just as Han Wu put down his phone, he stretched out his hand and took Bing Ci into his arms, and fell asleep with her waist hugged.

Mudong passed through the clouds and flew towards country M, a ray of moonlight shone in, and the moonlight sprinkled on Bingci's eyelashes and the tip of her nose, illuminating her fair skin clearly.

Don't close the curtains, just because the moonlight peeped at his youth.

Country M——Times Square, there are many high-rise buildings, the lights are flickering, and the lights are shining. The golden light illuminates the Harbor Bridge across the two sides of the river, and the sea under the bridge is shimmering with golden light.

Here is the world's largest music hall, located on the waterfront.

Bingci wore a custom-made suit and handed an invitation letter to the ticket inspector with a black umbrella in his hand.

Why didn't you see Han Wu?

Just before the two set off, Han Wu answered a phone call, and for some unknown reason, asked Bing Ci to go in and wait for him.

Those who can stand on the golden hall and play are all skilled.

Every track is the ultimate listening enjoyment.

But Bing Ci came here for one person this time.

When the host finished introducing the next performer, a little boy with melancholy eyes and a pale face, who looked like he would be knocked down by the wind, walked out calmly.

The spotlight is on him.

The melodious violin music tells endless thoughts. The little boy closes his eyes and immerses himself in his own world.

The notes dance to form the music, and the sound of the piano flows out from the strings and bows, like spring water flowing into the ears of the listeners, like a breeze pulling the hands of the listeners to dance with them.

If the joyful sound of the prelude guides the audience to find the beauty deep in the memory, then the following memorial will dissipate the beauty and replace it with sadness.

A tear fell from the little boy's left eye, and his piano sound made everyone present empathize with him.

Missing travels through time and space, deeply pricking Bingci's heart.

Everyone was immersed in the sound of the piano and couldn't extricate themselves.

Bingci faintly heard the sound of the clock turning, no, it wasn't the clock, she opened her eyes sharply, looking sharply at the spotlight above the little boy's head.

Before she had time to shout out after seeing what was on it, an explosion occurred at the exit.

The concert hall was in a mess for an instant, and the audience fled in panic.

The little boy's face seemed to be even paler, and blood flowed down the violin and dripped onto the floor.

The lights suddenly went out, the hall was plunged into darkness, screams filled the eardrums, and the crowd was uneasy.

Soon the lights came back on, and a group of men in strange clothes shot and shot several M nationals in front of everyone.

Then he laughed and walked away.

Bing Ci found the radio room as quickly as possible, explained the situation in the hall in English, and told them the safe escape route.

After listening, the people in the hall frantically flocked towards the exit of Bingci's words.

The thugs guarding outside were delighted by the sound of the explosion, thinking that everyone inside had been killed.

But he was told by his subordinates that those people escaped from another inconspicuous place.

The leader of the mob was so angry that he picked up his gun and fired indiscriminately at the sky.

(End of this chapter)