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Chapter 207 His and Her Christmas Eve
Three days before the concert, Song Qingge arrived in the capital, and under Huang Shuhui's arrangement, she stayed in a hotel.At that time, Adele was still abroad.

In this concert, Song Qingge, as a guest, will play two pieces, one solo and the other with Adele.In order to ensure the live performance on the day of the performance, Adele's instructor Feynman deliberately went to the capital ahead of time to give advice to Song Qingge.

Because she spent a lot of time practicing before, Song Qingge is quite proficient in playing the repertoire, but she is still a little nervous in front of Feynman.Feynman raised his eyebrows and expressed his admiration after listening to her playing the tune, then asked her to adjust the scale a little, corrected the arc of her hands when she played the piano, and told her what kind of posture she should adopt in order to show her demeanor. Perfectly presented in front of the audience.

Before the rehearsal, Song Qingge only met Adele.

Due to flight delays and traffic jams in the capital, a lot of time was lost, which made Adele's face look ugly, and she swears at her assistant because of a tiny mistake, while the manager Jem stood aside, rubbed his nose and said nothing .

At that time, Huang Shuhui was about to take Song Qingge to see her, when she saw this scene through the curtain, she turned her head and gave Song Qing an inoculation in a low voice, "Masters must not have a good temper. Miss, you have to be very careful not to offend her."

"Yeah." Song Qingge nodded, feeling a little nervous.

When Huang Shuhui introduced Song Qingge to Adele, Adele looked sullenly, glanced at Song Qingge sharply, and then said mockingly to Jem, "Just find such a thin guy, look at her In this way, the wind can blow away, can it hold the cello?"

Adele spoke French, which Song Qingge couldn't understand, but judging by the way she spoke, it seemed that she was complaining.

When Jem heard this, his face turned pale, "Adele...Feynman has heard her play and said it's very good." He added, "She can speak English, you can communicate with her in English."

After listening to it, Adele let out a light bark, raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qingge, with a sneer on her lips, and said in English unceremoniously, "I will listen to your performance in 10 minutes, if you can't meet my requirements, I'm sorry ..." She shrugged and waved her hands.

What she wanted to express was too clear. After Song Qingge understood it, she said neither humble nor overbearing, "Then I'll prepare first." She didn't argue, let alone argue. If you speak with strength, then any verbal justification is useless.

Seeing her leaving figure, Adele was slightly startled, "Well, what does she mean?"

"Adele," Jem raised his eyebrows, perplexed, looked at the staff around him, and persuaded in French, "I told you a long time ago, be gentle with her...don't you forget Well, what did you say in the invitation video you recorded back then? You admire her and like her, that’s why you invited her to be a guest, on the surface you should know her very well, you forgot, you used to be her teacher and judge.”

"Oh! Damn!" Adele shook her head and said, "I don't have the slightest impression of her. You wrote what was said in that video first, and I read it." She was quite impatient, "I'm not interested in accepting students, let alone being a teacher."

"Stop!" Jem frowned, it's okay, they were using French, and the people next to them couldn't understand, "Did you forget why we have a concert here? You forget, just let her Come out, you..."

"Enough!" Adele's complexion was not very good, she interrupted him, and said angrily, "Jem, do you know what you are talking about? If she plays too badly, it will drag me down for the whole concert." She enjoys an international reputation, and money interests are naturally less important to her than her reputation, and she demands perfection in everything, so she doesn't want to mess up her first concert in China.What's more, I don't want to be criticized for playing a guest.

After Song Qingge had reached the curtain, she took out the piano case from the corner, unzipped the zipper, and took out the cello.She could vaguely hear their arguing. Although she didn't know what they were talking about, she could vaguely guess that what they said should be related to her.
She was very surprised, because the strangeness and disdain in Adele's eyes was completely different from the attitude in the invitation video.She hugged the cello and frowned. She thought that she had the opportunity to be a guest because of the special favor from the heavens, but she never thought about it... However, she didn't have time at all and was worried. Cello, the sword was on the string, she had no choice but to do so.

When Song Qingge came over holding the cello, Adele and Jem had already stopped arguing.

"You play solo first." Adele clasped her hands on her chest, a little impatiently.

Song Qingge didn't speak, sat down, held the neck of the piano with her left hand, pursed her lips, lowered her eyes slightly, put the bow in her right hand on the string, pulled it suddenly, and the melody flowed out.At that moment, Adele's eyes moved to her.

This is an elegant and very clear Chinese tune. Song Qingge's head is slightly tilted, her expression is focused, and the graceful arc of her right hand draws the bow. The picture is quiet and the tune makes Adele's frown slowly release.

Song Qingge played too intently, and after the song was over, she realized that Adele had already been sitting beside her at some point, and had already turned over the repertoire, holding the piano in her left hand and the bow in her right hand.Next, the two played together, perhaps for the first time. Song Qingge was a little nervous, and there were some small flaws in a few places. This time, Adele didn't have a bad face, but patiently helped her correct it.The two played together a few more times, but they had an almost abnormal tacit understanding, and the tune they produced was almost perfect.

After the ensemble, Adele didn't say anything, and didn't even glance at Song Qingge, and was busy rehearsing another song.

In the evening, Song Qingge left the theater with her cello on her back. The theater was only 10 minutes away from the hotel where she was staying.After get off work is the peak time of the flow of people, she followed the flow of people, crossed the zebra crossing, crossed the block, and headed towards the hotel.

Tonight is Christmas Eve. In the streets and alleys of the capital, Christmas trees of different sizes and shapes are placed at the entrances of shops. In many shops, people wearing Santa Claus costumes are soliciting business. With cheerful Christmas songs, Christmas trees are everywhere. With a strong festive atmosphere.

The cold wind facing the face was slightly cold, Song Qingge put her hands into the pockets of the down jacket, she entered a noodle shop, sat in a booth in front of the street, put down the piano box gently, and ordered a bowl of beef noodles.While waiting, she rested her hands on her chin and looked out of the window boredly. On the street, there were many things for Christmas, such as hats, fluorescent sticks, and apples in small gift boxes.In the crowd, there are occasional people dressed as Santa Claus selling things, and there are many young couples wearing Santa hats, holding hands and whispering intimately. In this strong festive atmosphere, the intimacy between couples is especially appropriate.

Just as Song Qingge was in a daze watching the crowd, a Santa Claus came to her table and waved to her.

She turned her head, and the Santa Claus was holding a small gift box in front of her and handed it to her. She looked up in surprise. This Santa Claus was tall, and he didn't seem to be the same as the ones on the street outside.

Santa gave her his hands again.

"For me?" She pointed to herself.

Santa nodded.

Song Qingge took the gift box hesitantly, opened it, and saw that it was an apple. She received the apple on Christmas Eve. It was safe and sound. She looked up and thanked with a smile, "Thank you." Then she asked, "How much?"

Santa Claus shook his head and waved his hand again, which meant, no money.

At this time, the waiter brought over the beef noodles, and Santa Claus stepped aside. When the waiter walked away, Song Qingge realized that the Santa Claus was no longer in the noodle shop.She didn't think much about it, she lowered her head and started to eat the noodles, but the noodles were too spicy, and after taking two bites, she felt a burning pain in her stomach, and couldn't eat any more.

When Song Qingge left, she put the apple and the gift box into her bag.

When returning to the hotel, it was dusk. Song Qingge swiped the room card and entered the room. Just as she put down the piano case, she noticed something strange in the room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a small round table. On the table, there was a candlestick, freshly fried steak, foie gras, dessert, red wine, wine glasses...

On the table, there is also a big gift box
Well!After she was surprised, her heart became alert, and she walked slowly in the house. Her feet stepped on the carpet, but there was no sound. She searched the house, but there was no one else except her.

After hesitating, she called the main station, and the answer was: "Your friend ordered the meal for you."

She was very surprised. Except for the organizer of the concert and Xu Wan, no one else knew that she was in this hotel. When she asked who it was, the receptionist replied, "Your friend didn't leave a name."

Song Qingge asked again, "Is it a man or a woman?"

"A gentleman."

After Song Qingge heard it, her heart was slightly touched, and she thought of someone, but she immediately dismissed her thoughts.There was a sneer on her lips, and she scolded herself for thinking too much, they had already quarreled like that, so how could it be him?

Perhaps, it was arranged by the organizers!
Maybe it was Jem. In the afternoon, after she played with Adele, Jem kept apologizing to Adele for her attitude. Maybe it was to express his apology.

Hehe, there is no need to guess, since someone is delivering food and she is starving again, why not accept it willingly?

She walked to the dining table and was about to sit down, but saw a card under the cup, on which was written "MerryChristmasEve!" written in a pen without a signature, but the vigorous strokes shocked her slightly, and she thought of "Merry Christmas Eve!" someone.

Her heart trembled slightly from this.

But in my heart, another voice retorted, "Impossible, it can't be him!"

Her eyes fell on the gift box.

(End of this chapter)