It was two days later when they returned to Beijing.
Beijing is not by the sea, so the warship is only useful for reaching coastal cities.
Qin Hao and a few others boarded a specially prepared private jet to arrive in Beijing.
It was afternoon, the drowsiest and most helpless waiting ti at the airport.
The waiting hall was filled with countless travelers, all sitting in fatigue.
A private jet landed on the tarmac.
Then, Qin Hao and the others erged and entered the waiting hall.
Just as they were about to leave the airport, a piece of beautiful music played through the hall.
The music was very soothing, like a lazy ray of sunlight, dispelling the haze from every weary traveler’s mind.
Qin Hao and the others turned to see a young pianist showcasing his skills on a public piano to the right of the airport.
The pianist was handso, carried an extraordinary aura, and his ten fingers were long and slender, like a prince from a fairy tale.
Gracefully sitting there, his ten fingers danced continuously over the piano keys.
As his fingers fell, lodious music echoed from the piano.
Ah Sang listened to the music, her face a bit entranced, and couldn’t help but praise it: "So beautiful."
On this journey, she had witnessed the bustling world outside.
She learned what the sea was, what ships, planes, skyscrapers were.
Everything modern shattered her previous worldview.
Still in a state of daze, she experienced the charm of music at an airport for the first ti.
"Hmph! Just so pretty boy playing the piano, what’s the big deal? So boring!"
Xinmu said very jealously.
Vini Jones couldn’t help but mock: "An artless brute is getting jealous."
"Stop your chatter!"
Xinmu, a bit flushed, couldn’t help saying: "Ah Sang, let’s go, it’s so noisy here!"
Ah Sang pouted dismissively: "Brother Xinmu, don’t be in such a hurry to leave, let listen to the music a bit more, okay?"
Xinmu, tall and seemingly tough, was actually soft-hearted, akin to being henpecked in life.
Hearing that soft plea, he imdiately relented, nodding: "I don’t mind, but let’s still listen to the boss."
At this, the two won and one man simultaneously turned their gaze.
Qin Hao, having been away for so long, also missed the girls at ho.
However, thinking it over, eting sooner or later is still eting, hadn’t he promised to make Ah Sang happy before?
So why not fulfill a small wish?
He nodded and said: "Of course you can."
The four of them found a seat close to the piano to listen intently to the pianist’s performance.
Ah Sang’s face was full of the joy of happiness as she deeply sighed: "What a beautiful piece, though I wonder what it’s called..."
Xinmu casually said: "Seems like it’s that Mozart’s Moonlight Sonata..."
As he spoke, the piano piece reached its end, the perfect finger technique bringing it to a gentle close, t with enthusiastic applause from those present.
Amidst the applause, the pianist stood up, turned around, and bowed to everyone, his face brimming with a confident and bright smile.
When the applause had mostly subsided, he spoke loudly: "Hello everyone, I’m pianist Wulang, happy to be here in Huaxia, my grandfather was Huaxia too, I’ll be holding a solo concert at the Beijing Grand Theater, hope music lovers among you co..."
His speech carried an odd emphasis, his Mandarin not very standard, and the audience instantly realized that this Wulang was of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent.
"You’re the famous Wulang from the Japanese music festival!"
A girl with bangs walked over with an infatuated look: "I’ve liked you for a long ti, could you give an autograph?"
"Of course." Wulang flashed a celebrity’s smile, took the paper and pen handed to him, and warmly signed his na.
"Wow! I’m so happy!"
The girl with bangs scread in infatuation, and because of this scene, several other girls gathered around.
Seeing Wulang busy like this, Ah Sang couldn’t help but display a longing smile: "This gentleman is so handso, I want to get an autograph too..."
Xinmu couldn’t help but retort: "What’s so good about that, just a piece of paper with a na, if you like, Ah Sang, I’ll sign a hundred for you."
Vini Jones snickered: "Who would want an autograph like yours? Soone else’s autograph could sell for hundreds, while yours wouldn’t even be accepted as a bathroom tissue."
"You shrew!" Xinmu was so angry that his teeth itched, yet he was helpless.
Ah Sang thought for a mont, looking longingly at Qin Hao: "Brother, can I..."
Qin Hao smiled helplessly: "Of course, Ah Sang can do anything she likes."
"Thank you, brother!" Ah Sang sweetly smiled and quickly ran into the crowd to ask for Wulang’s autograph.
In reality, she wasn’t particularly interested in Wulang; this was just her inner teenage girl’s spirit bursting out.
She thoroughly enjoyed the sense of doing sothing typical of girls her age.
Wulang had been signing non-stop, and upon noticing the beautiful girl in front of him, he was montarily srized.
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