Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 221 Miyano Shiho: The blond big brother is so handsome!

In the evening, Schindler Theatre.

The exterior of the Sindelar Theatre is inspired by the design of the Metropolitan Opera House. It looks drab on the outside, but extremely luxurious on the inside.

There are statues and Picasso murals with a strong artistic atmosphere, which make artists coming and going stop and marvel.

The interior walls and floors are brilliant gold, and the design is extremely ingenious. No matter from which angle you look at it, it looks like an eagle flying towards the sky.

The feathers on its imposing wings were neatly arranged, facing the rows of neatly arranged seats.

Time soon came to 7:30 in the evening and the theater musical began.

The theater was full of people, all wearing formal attire, looking towards the stage expectantly and gentlemanly.

Miyano Shiho and Calvados sat in the crowd. In a place where everyone was being polite, they felt embarrassed to look around for someone.

She was still young and not very interested in musicals, so she could only sit there and waste her time.

Until the stage went dark, a beam of bright light shone on a person, and then a beautiful sonata sounded.

Miyano Shiho's heart was instantly captured by the tone.

She looked towards the stage and saw a young man with blond hair and dark skin wearing a white tuxedo playing the violin.

He gently closed his eyes, his rosy lips curled up slightly, his hair lay neatly against his cheek, he looked handsome and divine.

The young man played very slowly. The violin melody was full of sorrow and gentle resentment. Some of the stronger and longer notes even had a hint of crying.

Soon, he played several powerful notes, giving people a sense of perseverance and vigor, and at the same time the music began to change. Sometimes it jumped rapidly like a dancer, sometimes it slowed down the pitch, melodiously and gracefully, in various forms, and sometimes it was played forcibly.

Afterwards, the unhurried melody was elegant and lyrical, with a decadence and sigh after the carnival, alternating between fast and slow, making people's heartbeats rise and fall.

Miyano Shiho clutched her bag tightly, covered her eyes with her face red, and screamed in her heart.

Wow, this big brother is so handsome!!

She was wrong. She had said too loudly that she was not interested in the concert.

It turns out that beautiful music really has no age limit!

The young man continued to play, the music becoming more and more powerful, with a supreme artistic conception carrying extraordinary magic, as if a devil appeared in the darkness, laughing gorgeously and sharply, weirdly and exaggeratedly.

What remains at the end is a tragic and heart-wrenching wail that shakes the soul.

When the performance ended, there was a tide of applause. The young man's performance undoubtedly conquered every audience member.

The young man's purple-gray eyes were filled with a gentle smile. He bowed slightly and slowly left the stage.

Miyano Shiho's hands turned red from clapping. She had never heard such wonderful and magical music. It was so beautiful and unique.

In the quiet and elegant concert hall, noisy discussions began to emanate.

The brown-haired girl sat upright in her seat, quietly pricked up her ears, and eavesdropped on the people in the front row whispering the name of the song.

"Violin Sonata in G Minor", "Diabolus in Musica", the devil's trill.

She thought quietly to herself that this name really suited the song.

"gone."

Calvados whispered an order in her ear.

Miyano Shiho came back to her senses from the wonderful music and saw that he had stood up, so she hurriedly followed him. The two of them walked all the way to the back of the theater.

I saw logistics staff coming and going, including some who had performed there before.

She thought of the young man with a hint of weakness between his brows, who looked like a blond prince, her eyes full of anticipation. Will I meet that handsome big brother?

The little girl with brown hair clenched her fists and mustered up the courage to ask the tall man, "Calvados, I want to ask that violinist for his autograph later."

At the same time, a feeling of inferiority welled up in her heart.

She is already stuck in the quagmire. Can she really touch the gentle and elegant artist in the sun?

Will my request hurt him?

The more she thought about it, the more scared Miyano Shiho became.

The feeling of anticipation just now was now filled with panic and resistance.

She was afraid that she would bring disaster to innocent people.

After all, the organization has always been very concerned about the people around her.

Calvados gave her a strange look. Ha, the naive little girl hadn't realized that her experimental subject was the artist she liked.

However, Canary is truly multi-talented, no wonder she has attracted the attention of so many people in the organization.

He became interested when he thought of Shirley having great expectations of meeting Canary but being rudely pushed away by her.

Calvados said, looking pleased with himself, "I won't stop you. Go ahead if you want."

He lit a cigarette, leaned against the yellow brick wall, picked up his phone and quickly sent a message. His expression was extremely focused, and it seemed that he cared deeply about the person on the other end of the phone.

His voice brought back Miyano Shiho who was immersed in her own thoughts. The girl had a stern face and looked very cold. She wished Calvados would stay away from him.

But she always felt that something was wrong. When she stepped behind the scenes of the theater, the strange attitude of Calvados and absinthe made her feel uneasy.

Something is definitely wrong.

But she couldn't find anything unusual, which undoubtedly made her fall into a vicious circle of anxiety and helplessness.

She looked at the dim backstage and hesitated, wondering if it was really the right choice for her to ask the blond brother for his autograph.

Miyano Shiho didn't know that she had no choice but to appear here.

This was a meeting planned by both the organization and Rei Furuya, and she could only move forward like a puppet.

At the back of the stage, after the performance, Fūya Rei coughed a few times and leaned back in his chair tiredly. He took a sip of the hot water brought by Xila and said softly, "I'm just a little tired, don't worry."

Xila took out a candy from the pocket of her new clothes and said, "Eat it."

Fūya Ling smiled, took the candy, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth. His slightly frowned brows relaxed, and he said slowly, "I feel much better. Thank you, Xila."

He looked at the time, got up, picked flower after flower from the prop room, and patiently made them into a beautiful bouquet.

Xila, who had been quietly standing by his side, suddenly asked, "Is Father planning to give it to the person he's meeting today?"

"Yes." He said with a smile, a hint of anticipation and joy, "It's a girl the same age as you."

He stood in front of the flower basket, gazing at little Xila through the blossoming flowers. He sighed softly, his fingertips occasionally fiddling with the flowers, and said with a hint of distress, "But Xila definitely won't like her."

Xila asked blankly, "Is she a researcher?"

"Correct."

"I don't like her, can I kill her?"

"NO."

"Is it possible for father not to like her?"

"No, she's just a good kid who can't choose her own destiny."

Xila looked up at her father stubbornly, her ignorant face showing sadness and grievance that she herself didn't understand.