Chapter 1680
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"Well, I agree!" Before I finished speaking, sun Shiqi readily accepted.
Although the wedding is only a fake play, she is still a virgin girl after all. It's really difficult for her to perform "wedding" with strangers in front of her colleagues in the neighborhood. I thought it would take a lot of effort to persuade her. Unexpectedly, she agreed so quickly. Even sun Changshun and his wife were surprised.
"You are meant to cure my mother and me. What can I refuse? Moreover, as a descendant of Mrs. Meck, it is also the duty of Tchaikovsky to leave without regret. I totally agree with this plan. I'll do everything according to your arrangement! " Sun Shiqi explained.
I didn't expect that the little girl should be so profound!
"Thank you for Tchaikovsky first!" I said with a very solemn bow to sun Shiqi, and then turned to her husband and wife: "uncle, aunt, you really have a good daughter!"! I'll arrange it now. I'll see you later. " With that, I put away the carved board from the table and hurried out.
As soon as I went out, I called Pockmarked Li.
My phone has long since sunk to the bottom of the river with the icebreaker, and the card and mobile phone are still newly bought in the small town. I was going to contact him after recuperation, but now I'm going to hold a concert. The bank card that I kept as a spare has not much money, so I have to ask him for help.
As soon as Pockmarked Li heard it was me, he shouted loudly, "brother Zhangjia, where have you been these days? Call you and shut down all the time. If you can't be reached again, I'm ready to make a grave for you! "
"I'll follow Mr. Liu to the northeast to do something important." Wusuli River is very dangerous. Of course, I don't want to tell Pockmarked Li. I just took it lightly and said, "I will go back in a few days. How about my family? Nothing. "
"It's nothing, but it's just a matter of catching up with you in these days when you're not here. All the businesses that come to you are in line. I can't do it either, so I have to press on."
"Oh, wait until I go back. You call me five million first. I have an urgent need. The card number is..."
Although Pockmarked Li is a miserly Iron Rooster, he never stings at me, especially when I seriously say that there are serious things to do.
He didn't even ask, so he called the money.
I left the alley and went straight to the little bar I used to go to.
Early in the morning, the bar was still open, but I knew that the fat couple lived here, so I walked forward and knocked desperately.
"Who? This morning. " The fat boss opened the door while shouting. When he saw me, he said angrily, "didn't you just come two days ago? It's like this. You've mixed up all the good dreams. "
With that, he yawned and walked on.
"Big brother, I'm not here to drink today." I didn't come in. I opened the door to the mountain path.
"Don't drink? What door did you knock at in the morning? " The fat boss asked angrily.
"I'd like to invite you to organize a special concert and offer a sacrifice to one person at the same time."
"What do you mean?" Fat boss didn't understand.
"Well, I'll give you half a million dollars to invite all the music lovers in the whole town. I'm going to hold a special Tchaikovsky concert and pay tribute to this great master of melody."
"Concerts?" Fat boss finally understood: "this is quite fresh. Blackstone town has never made this thing. When are you going to do it. "
"As soon as possible! I have no acquaintances here. I can only rely on your help. " I said sincerely.
"Yes! I'll help you with it. " I don't know if it's because of the money, or whether the fat boss really treats me as a friend, or whether he is also interested in the concert. In a word, he happily agrees.
He let me into the room and took out two bottles of wine. He let me drink first, then took out my cell phone and kept dialing.
Still don't say, this guy is really capable. At least he has rich contacts in this small town. He confidently told me in a short time, "it's done!"
Three days later, the town hall, which accommodated more than 1000 people, was full of seats. Even the aisle was full of people, many of whom were crowded at the door and window to look inside.
Just in front of the stage, the ribbons are flying around, the flowers are gorgeous, and the costumes are even more gorgeous than the Spring Festival.
The residents of the small town have a special love for music since they came. Almost everyone is a music lover. They all wear tuxedos and look solemn and happy. Of course, there was a bit of curiosity.
The performance started after the fat, high spirited boss made an unsuccessful opening speech in a loud voice.
Piano, violin, accordion, saxophone Solo or chorus.
At my special request, all the performances are works of Tchaikovsky.
The town residents love music far beyond my imagination. So many people, and the vast majority of them are ordinary small workers, and even many children, can not even hear a bit of noise, and gave every performer a very warm applause.Regardless of the level of performers and the quality of the scene environment, the quality of the audience alone is no worse than the gentlemen and nobles in the Vienna Music Hall!
Sun Shiqi performed the last program.
She was wearing a snow white high tube lady dress, smiling and saluting the audience, and then played a "boat song in June".
The music is like clear water, flowing slowly, jumping, jumping into everyone's heart.
The audience could not help but hold their breath, afraid of affecting the beautiful voice.
With the last note landing, I slowly stepped onto the stage.
I was dressed in a straight black tuxedo, a beard and wig, and dressed up as Tchaikovsky.
"Hello, I'm Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky. I'm very happy to see that everyone loves my music so much, but today I'm going to tell a sad story... "
Sun Shiqi played the symphonies of Pathetique by touching the strings.
In a low, slow voice, I told the story of Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Meck again. Of course, he deliberately concealed the haunting link after his suicide.
With such sad music, and heard such a moving story, many people's eyes were moist under the stage.
When I talked about the end, when two people died of taking poison and depression, there was no applause or cheering, but a mass of killing, and there were many sobs in between.
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"Well, I agree!" Before I finished speaking, sun Shiqi readily accepted.
Although the wedding is only a fake play, she is still a virgin girl after all. It's really difficult for her to perform "wedding" with strangers in front of her colleagues in the neighborhood. I thought it would take a lot of effort to persuade her. Unexpectedly, she agreed so quickly. Even sun Changshun and his wife were surprised.
"You are meant to cure my mother and me. What can I refuse? Moreover, as a descendant of Mrs. Meck, it is also the duty of Tchaikovsky to leave without regret. I totally agree with this plan. I'll do everything according to your arrangement! " Sun Shiqi explained.
I didn't expect that the little girl should be so profound!
"Thank you for Tchaikovsky first!" I said with a very solemn bow to sun Shiqi, and then turned to her husband and wife: "uncle, aunt, you really have a good daughter!"! I'll arrange it now. I'll see you later. " With that, I put away the carved board from the table and hurried out.
As soon as I went out, I called Pockmarked Li.
My phone has long since sunk to the bottom of the river with the icebreaker, and the card and mobile phone are still newly bought in the small town. I was going to contact him after recuperation, but now I'm going to hold a concert. The bank card that I kept as a spare has not much money, so I have to ask him for help.
As soon as Pockmarked Li heard it was me, he shouted loudly, "brother Zhangjia, where have you been these days? Call you and shut down all the time. If you can't be reached again, I'm ready to make a grave for you! "
"I'll follow Mr. Liu to the northeast to do something important." Wusuli River is very dangerous. Of course, I don't want to tell Pockmarked Li. I just took it lightly and said, "I will go back in a few days. How about my family? Nothing. "
"It's nothing, but it's just a matter of catching up with you in these days when you're not here. All the businesses that come to you are in line. I can't do it either, so I have to press on."
"Oh, wait until I go back. You call me five million first. I have an urgent need. The card number is..."
Although Pockmarked Li is a miserly Iron Rooster, he never stings at me, especially when I seriously say that there are serious things to do.
He didn't even ask, so he called the money.
I left the alley and went straight to the little bar I used to go to.
Early in the morning, the bar was still open, but I knew that the fat couple lived here, so I walked forward and knocked desperately.
"Who? This morning. " The fat boss opened the door while shouting. When he saw me, he said angrily, "didn't you just come two days ago? It's like this. You've mixed up all the good dreams. "
With that, he yawned and walked on.
"Big brother, I'm not here to drink today." I didn't come in. I opened the door to the mountain path.
"Don't drink? What door did you knock at in the morning? " The fat boss asked angrily.
"I'd like to invite you to organize a special concert and offer a sacrifice to one person at the same time."
"What do you mean?" Fat boss didn't understand.
"Well, I'll give you half a million dollars to invite all the music lovers in the whole town. I'm going to hold a special Tchaikovsky concert and pay tribute to this great master of melody."
"Concerts?" Fat boss finally understood: "this is quite fresh. Blackstone town has never made this thing. When are you going to do it. "
"As soon as possible! I have no acquaintances here. I can only rely on your help. " I said sincerely.
"Yes! I'll help you with it. " I don't know if it's because of the money, or whether the fat boss really treats me as a friend, or whether he is also interested in the concert. In a word, he happily agrees.
He let me into the room and took out two bottles of wine. He let me drink first, then took out my cell phone and kept dialing.
Still don't say, this guy is really capable. At least he has rich contacts in this small town. He confidently told me in a short time, "it's done!"
Three days later, the town hall, which accommodated more than 1000 people, was full of seats. Even the aisle was full of people, many of whom were crowded at the door and window to look inside.
Just in front of the stage, the ribbons are flying around, the flowers are gorgeous, and the costumes are even more gorgeous than the Spring Festival.
The residents of the small town have a special love for music since they came. Almost everyone is a music lover. They all wear tuxedos and look solemn and happy. Of course, there was a bit of curiosity.
The performance started after the fat, high spirited boss made an unsuccessful opening speech in a loud voice.
Piano, violin, accordion, saxophone Solo or chorus.
At my special request, all the performances are works of Tchaikovsky.
The town residents love music far beyond my imagination. So many people, and the vast majority of them are ordinary small workers, and even many children, can not even hear a bit of noise, and gave every performer a very warm applause.Regardless of the level of performers and the quality of the scene environment, the quality of the audience alone is no worse than the gentlemen and nobles in the Vienna Music Hall!
Sun Shiqi performed the last program.
She was wearing a snow white high tube lady dress, smiling and saluting the audience, and then played a "boat song in June".
The music is like clear water, flowing slowly, jumping, jumping into everyone's heart.
The audience could not help but hold their breath, afraid of affecting the beautiful voice.
With the last note landing, I slowly stepped onto the stage.
I was dressed in a straight black tuxedo, a beard and wig, and dressed up as Tchaikovsky.
"Hello, I'm Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky. I'm very happy to see that everyone loves my music so much, but today I'm going to tell a sad story... "
Sun Shiqi played the symphonies of Pathetique by touching the strings.
In a low, slow voice, I told the story of Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Meck again. Of course, he deliberately concealed the haunting link after his suicide.
With such sad music, and heard such a moving story, many people's eyes were moist under the stage.
When I talked about the end, when two people died of taking poison and depression, there was no applause or cheering, but a mass of killing, and there were many sobs in between.
"Well, I agree!" Before I finished speaking, sun Shiqi readily accepted. Although the wedding is only a fake play, she is still a virgin girl after all. It's really difficult for her to perform "wedding" with strangers in front of her colleagues in the neighborhood. I thought it would take a lot of effort to persuade her. Unexpectedly, she agreed so quickly. Even sun Changshun and his wife were surprised. "You are meant to cure my mother and me. What can I refuse? Moreover, as a descendant of Mrs. Meck, it is also the duty of Tchaikovsky to leave without regret. I totally agree with this plan. I'll do everything according to your arrangement! " Sun Shiqi explained. I didn't expect that the little girl should be so profound! "Thank you for Tchaikovsky first!" I said with a very solemn bow to sun Shiqi, and then turned to her husband and wife: "uncle, aunt, you really have a good daughter!"! I'll arrange it now. I'll see you later. " With that, I put away the carved board from the table and hurried out. As soon as I went out, I called Pockmarked Li. My phone has long since sunk to the bottom of the river with the icebreaker, and the card and mobile phone are still newly bought in the small town. I was going to contact him after recuperation, but now I'm going to hold a concert. The bank card that I kept as a spare has not much money, so I have to ask him for help. As soon as Pockmarked Li heard it was me, he shouted loudly, "brother Zhangjia, where have you been these days? Call you and shut down all the time. If you can't be reached again, I'm ready to make a grave for you! " "I'll follow Mr. Liu to the northeast to do something important." Wusuli River is very dangerous. Of course, I don't want to tell Pockmarked Li. I just took it lightly and said, "I will go back in a few days. How about my family? Nothing. " "It's nothing, but it's just a matter of catching up with you in these days when you're not here. All the businesses that come to you are in line. I can't do it either, so I have to press on." "Oh, wait until I go back. You call me five million first. I have an urgent need. The card number is..." Although Pockmarked Li is a miserly Iron Rooster, he never stings at me, especially when I seriously say that there are serious things to do. He didn't even ask, so he called the money. I left the alley and went straight to the little bar I used to go to. Early in the morning, the bar was still open, but I knew that the fat couple lived here, so I walked forward and knocked desperately. "Who? This morning. " The fat boss opened the door while shouting. When he saw me, he said angrily, "didn't you just come two days ago? It's like this. You've mixed up all the good dreams. " With that, he yawned and walked on. "Big brother, I'm not here to drink today." I didn't come in. I opened the door to the mountain path. "Don't drink? What door did you knock at in the morning? " The fat boss asked angrily. "I'd like to invite you to organize a special concert and offer a sacrifice to one person at the same time." "What do you mean?" Fat boss didn't understand. "Well, I'll give you half a million dollars to invite all the music lovers in the whole town. I'm going to hold a special Tchaikovsky concert and pay tribute to this great master of melody." "Concerts?" Fat boss finally understood: "this is quite fresh. Blackstone town has never made this thing. When are you going to do it. " "As soon as possible! I have no acquaintances here. I can only rely on your help. " I said sincerely. "Yes! I'll help you with it. " I don't know if it's because of the money, or whether the fat boss really treats me as a friend, or whether he is also interested in the concert. In a word, he happily agrees. He let me into the room and took out two bottles of wine. He let me drink first, then took out my cell phone and kept dialing. Still don't say, this guy is really capable. At least he has rich contacts in this small town. He confidently told me in a short time, "it's done!" Three days later, the town hall, which accommodated more than 1000 people, was full of seats. Even the aisle was full of people, many of whom were crowded at the door and window to look inside. Just in front of the stage, the ribbons are flying around, the flowers are gorgeous, and the costumes are even more gorgeous than the Spring Festival. The residents of the small town have a special love for music since they came. Almost everyone is a music lover. They all wear tuxedos and look solemn and happy. Of course, there was a bit of curiosity. The performance started after the fat, high spirited boss made an unsuccessful opening speech in a loud voice. Piano, violin, accordion, saxophone Solo or chorus. At my special request, all the performances are works of Tchaikovsky. The town residents love music far beyond my imagination. So many people, and the vast majority of them are ordinary small workers, and even many children, can not even hear a bit of noise, and gave every performer a very warm applause.Regardless of the level of performers and the quality of the scene environment, the quality of the audience alone is no worse than the gentlemen and nobles in the Vienna Music Hall! Sun Shiqi performed the last program. She was wearing a snow white high tube lady dress, smiling and saluting the audience, and then played a "boat song in June". The music is like clear water, flowing slowly, jumping, jumping into everyone's heart. The audience could not help but hold their breath, afraid of affecting the beautiful voice. With the last note landing, I slowly stepped onto the stage. I was dressed in a straight black tuxedo, a beard and wig, and dressed up as Tchaikovsky. "Hello, I'm Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky. I'm very happy to see that everyone loves my music so much, but today I'm going to tell a sad story... " Sun Shiqi played the symphonies of Pathetique by touching the strings. In a low, slow voice, I told the story of Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Meck again. Of course, he deliberately concealed the haunting link after his suicide. With such sad music, and heard such a moving story, many people's eyes were moist under the stage. When I talked about the end, when two people died of taking poison and depression, there was no applause or cheering, but a mass of killing, and there were many sobs in between.
