Chapter 1862 Meeting Ning Yawen Again

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"Have you seen enough? If we have seen enough, let's go find Teacher Song Yawen." Ye Hao sat in the car and looked at Song Xiaoyue who was still looking at the seaside scenery reluctantly outside the car.

"I'm still reluctant to leave." Song Xiaoyue looked at the flowers, the sea, and the beautiful scenery.

If given a choice, she would really like to be able to stay here with the person she loves for the rest of her life.

"Then we will stay here for the next few days." Ye Hao suggested.

After hearing Ye Hao's words, Song Xiaoyue immediately gave up her thoughts and got in the car.

"Seeing as you performed so well this morning, I won't blame you." Song Xiaoyue took a deep breath and smiled with satisfaction.

The complaints about last night's incident disappeared instantly.

But this made Ye Hao confused.

Blame me? What's my fault?

Ye Hao drove towards Yuhang with doubts.

The music Song Xiaoyue wanted to meet was Ning Yawen.

According to Ye Hao's understanding, Ning Yawen is currently attending a music festival in Yuhang.

After driving for two hours, Ye Hao and Song Xiaoyue arrived at the Yuhang Music Festival.

This is a large area, mainly divided into several areas, pop music, classical music, ethnic instrumental music, and Western instrumental music.

Ye Hao and Song Xiaoyue found Ning Yawen in the middle of the field of ethnic and Western instrumental music.

Ning Yawen wore the same elegant black cheongsam and stood out in the crowd like a very dazzling black pearl.

Many people around him were talking to him, and the majority of them were men.

After all, Ning Yawen is still single, and it is said that Ning Yawen has a very good relationship with the Yuhanghu family, which is a wealthy family.

Ye Hao and Song Xiaoyue quietly came behind Ning Yawen, and Song Xiaoyue rushed forward and hugged Ning Yawen.

"Teacher Ning."

Facing the surprised Ning Yawen, Song Xiaoyue stuck out her tongue playfully.

During her high school days, Song Xiaoyue's two favorite teachers were Teacher Zhao Yanzhao and Teacher Ning Yawen.

"Xiaoyue! Why are you here?" Ning Yawen looked at her former student in surprise. Since she suddenly appeared here, wouldn't it mean that he also...

Ning Yawen quickly saw Ye Hao in front of her. Facing this man, the emotions in Ning Yawen's eyes were obviously different from those when looking at other men.

"Xiaoyue said she missed you, so she came here to see you. She didn't bother you, right?" Ye Hao said with a smile.

"No, no." Ning Yawen shook her head.

"Yawen, who are these two?" Ning Yawen's companions looked at this pair of handsome men and women in confusion.

"They are my students and my friends." Ning Yawen introduced, then pointed to her group of people: "These are all my friends in the instrumental music world."

The group of people got to know each other, and it was obvious that Ning Yawen had a lot of things going on right now and talked a lot with her colleagues.

I can only apologize and ask Ye Hao and Song Xiaoyue to wait nearby.

From the content of their conversation, it seemed like an invitation to a foreign music festival.

At this moment, Song Xiaoyue walked to the side of Western musical instruments and looked at the violin with twinkling eyes.

"Little sister, are you studying violin?" A woman who was with Ning Yawen just now came over and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Song Xiaoyue nodded and looked at the thirty-year-old woman in front of her.

"My name is Pan Cui. I am Ning Yawen's classmate at the Conservatory of Music. We have known each other for almost twenty years." Pan Cui introduced herself.

"My name is Song Xiaoyue. His name is Ye Hao." Song Xiaoyue seemed to be very affectionate to people who liked musical instruments, and she immediately became familiar with Miss Pan.

"Mr. Ye also likes instrumental music? Which instrument are you good at?" Pan Cui looked at Ye Hao, who had been silent, and asked proactively.

"Hobby, just a hobby." Ye Hao said modestly.

Song Xiaoyue rolled her eyes.

Just your skills and hobbies?

If professional instrumentalists heard it, they would be embarrassed to see anyone.

But she didn't expose him. She knew that Ye Hao was a charming man, but she just needed to appreciate his charm. The fewer people knew about it, the better.

Pan Cui didn't think much about it. After all, some of the people who came to the music festival were just fans.

"Sister Pan, what are Teacher Ning and the others talking about? It seems to be something urgent." Song Xiaoyue asked curiously.

"It's because of an invitation letter. Several of us represent the Jiangnan Provincial National Instrumental Music Association. Some time ago, an organization sent us an invitation letter, inviting us to enjoy the performance and maybe perform on stage.

We have been preparing for this for a long time. But I don’t know why, but they haven’t made any movement recently.

Isn't this what everyone is anxious about? "Pan Cui sighed.

"Invitation letter? What organization's invitation letter?" Song Xiaoyue asked.

"Vienna Golden Hall." The term Pan Cui said made Song Xiaoyue's eyes widen.

Ye Hao also cast a glance.

The Musikverein in Vienna is one of the most famous and oldest concert halls in the world.

Many musicians, pianists, instrumentalists, and composers hope that they can perform on this stage. However, in recent years, some Chinese have spent money to perform in the Vienna Golden Hall.

Hold a concert.

Thinking about the idea of ​​being gilded abroad and famous at home.

It has lowered the level of the Vienna Golden Hall a lot.

"As far as I know, the concert in Vienna's Golden Hall can be held now with just money. Is it so difficult to get an invitation letter?" Ye Hao asked puzzled.

"It is true. But the time we are going is special. Golden September is a special day for Vienna's Golden Hall. No commercial performances are accepted during this month. Only special people are invited to perform and appreciate. It lasts for a whole month, and the peak is on the 15th of the month.

This means the highest-level performance of the festival!" Pan Cui's eyes were full of yearning.

The 15th?

That's the day after tomorrow.

Not counting the time for preparation, rest, and jet lag, it takes nearly ten hours to take the plane.

No wonder they are so anxious.

"Hey, why are you still discussing the performance in the Golden Hall here?" At this time, a voice came.

Ning Yawen saw the person coming, and her expression immediately became wrong.

A group of men and women in suits, tuxedos or sexy evening gowns appeared, and they looked like instrumentalists.

The one who spoke was one of the women who was wearing heavy makeup. She looked as if she was afraid that others would not know that the two pieces of flesh on her chest were augmented.

"Who is this person?" Song Xiaoyue asked.

Pan Cui frowned: "Bai Xiping, the president of the Western Instrumental Music Association of Jiangnan Province. She is the mortal enemy of our association."

There will always be some friction between Eastern and Western instrumental music.

"Bai Xiping, what does our conversation have to do with you?" A woman next to Ning Yawen said unhappily.

"NO, NO. Don't call me Bai Xiping. My current name is Marilyn Bai." Bai Xiping had a condescending expression and shook her two pieces of fat.

"I kindly remind you that you should stop worrying about it here. We have received the invitation letter for the Golden Hall, the Golden September mid-month performance. We are going to take the evening flight to Audili.

You... just play your outdated antiques here obediently." Bai Xiping sneered.

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