"This is Mr. Nagashi's clear spring stone," said most of the audience who are willing to come to the music hall to listen to piano concerts.

They all know some of the more famous songs.

Wanjun explained to Yuan Bing, "Yong Shirang is a grand pianist with a distinctive playing style. His famous song is Qingquan Shi Düshu."

Yuan Bing didn't say anything. She sat in the seventh row and stared at the person on the stage in a daze.

The figure on the stage overlaps with someone in her heart.

It's him...?

No, it's impossible, he can't play the piano at all, he's obviously just a blind man.

What she heard most from childhood to adulthood was words like "She has a blind brother" and "her brother is a blind man".

Every time she would raise her fist and beat those bad-mouthed guys.

But when she returned home with bruised scars, she was scolded by her parents. Yuanshengmu, who liked to sit in the corner, would always weakly advise her not to fight again.

She has never liked to talk to Yuanzuki since then.

With Ren Wu's performance, all the audience present was addicted to the music.

Music has a different charm. Some listeners who are deeply intoxicated even close their eyes and stretch their bodies backwards. They are intoxicated by the music, as if they are running lightly on the edge of the stream in the suburbs, the gurgling stream water is running lightly on the pebbles.

The natural sound rubbed in my ears, and the worries in my heart were wiped out.

After the song ended, Wanjun opened her eyes and sighed: "If it weren't for listening to it with her own ears, I even thought it was Mr. Yongshi who asked her to perform on stage."

Thunderous applause rang out.

About ten seconds later, the piano sounded again on the stage.

This time the style changed.

The sound of the piano became sad and passionate, as if a brave fighter was fighting for justice.

The audience on the court made low voices one after another, and different styles were so familiar, which reminded them of one person.

Piano translator Mr. Goust!

Music of different styles can be adapted to, imitated, or even improved.

Yuan Bing sat in the audience. Although she was not a professional, she didn't know what level the person on the stage was, her ears would not lie, and she also saw the reactions of others around her.

He is very awesome on the stage.

She stared at the native wood on the stage.

After all, I have lived together for more than ten years, and she is very familiar with the body shape and appearance of native wood.

A guess that she couldn't believe came from the bottom of her heart.

But...how is this possible!?

"Yuan Bing, the pianist on the stage is wearing sunglasses. It is the first time I have seen a pianist wearing sunglasses performing in so many concerts." Wanjun said in Yuan Bing's ear in a low voice.

When Wanjun mentioned sunglasses, Yuan Bing's heart trembled.

Native wood also wears sunglasses all year round.

But the person on the stage was full of energy, which made it difficult for her to believe that the two were actually the same person.

The two-hour piano concert ends.

The audience stood up and applauded.

At the edge of the stage, Chen Mengruo, who was hidden in the shadow, looked at the audience's expressions and showed a satisfied smile on her face.

The first performance was very successful.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, a new star in the music industry is about to rise.

"Wanjun, can you help me find out what the pianist is called?" Yuan Bing was a little dazed and looked worried.

Wanjun nodded, "No problem, you won't like someone else, right?" Wanjun blinked narrowly.

Yuan Bing gave her a blank look, "What are you thinking about?"

The next day, major news media in Guanghai Province made headlines on the newspaper, the youngest grand pianist in the history of Lanbei. The article used a large passage to praise Ren Wu.

There is no doubt that this is Chen Mengru's work.

On the third day, Ren Wu even logged in on the official channel of the Blue North Kingdom for three minutes.

The scene of Ren Wu in the music hall was interspersed.

...

"I found it." Wanjun's face looked strange. "The youngest piano player is actually your younger brother. Why didn't you tell me before that you have such an excellent brother?"

Yuan Bing is silent, the word "Excellent" could not be related to native wood in the past.

"By the way, I also heard another news." Wanjun said: "His biological parents did not claim him, and they refused to admit that he was their biological son."

"What!?" Yuan Bing suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I took people to inquire specifically. They disliked him as a blind man and thought it would bring burden to their lives. They asked the municipal administration for sky-high medical expenses, but were rejected by the municipal administration."

Yuan Bing stood there in a daze.

She thought of what she went to say to Yuanzuki that day.

Then he isn't...

Yuan Bing's face immediately turned pale.

...

"Sorry, he doesn't want to see anyone now." Chen Mengruo said with a smile.

If it weren't for the fact that Wanjun's father was a relatively famous wealthy businessman in Guanghai Province, he would not even be qualified to meet her.

"But the one next to me is his sister." Wanjun said quickly.

Chen Mengruo smiled but said nothing, but her eyes were filled with indifference that was blocking people from thousands of miles away.

Although Wanjun's father has an identity, he is just her father after all.

Wanjun can make a fuss, but her father can't.

Moreover, the Chen family where she is located is stronger in size and relationships than Wanjun's father, so she also has the confidence to refuse.

"Let's go." Yuan Bing pulled Wanjun's sleeve. She was originally going to apologize to Yuanshengmu, but since Yuanshengmu didn't want to see her... then forget it.

After the two left, Chen Mengru left the living room and came to a single room in the backyard of the villa.

Ren Wu sat in front of the piano and played happily, leaving only a thin side.

"They're gone."

Ren Wu did not speak out.

Just communicated with the native wood in the sea of ​​consciousness, "You really don't see you? You probably won't have the chance to see you again in the future."

"Just pretend I'm dead." Yuanshengmu didn't want to meet anyone familiar.

He still can't let go of what Yuan Bing and his biological mother said.

"I'm very curious about you. A blind man can actually see things." Chen Mengruo said meaningfully.

Ren Wu played the piano and continued, "Isn't it normal for blind people to see things?"

"..." It's a normal nonsense!

Chen Mengruo said angrily.

"Aren't you afraid that I will expose your secret?"

"I will give you a secret technique to nourish yourself, at least it will be a problem to ensure that you live a hundred years old." Ren Wu said calmly. "You can cover it up for me."

Chen Mengruo narrowed her almond eyes slightly, as if she had succeeded, with the corners of her mouth curled up.

"good."

As for what will happen after Chen Mengruo exposed the secret of the native wood, the two did not mention this matter at all.

Both of them were tacitly informed.

Ren Wu has his own confidence, and Chen Mengruo also has his own considerations.

Everyone is smart.

Some words will not be put on the table, but if they say them, they will hurt the harmony.

"You prepare for it, I will take you for an eye transplant the day after tomorrow." Chen Mengruo said.

Ren Wu frowned, "I have checked this body, and the visual nerves inside were injured, and all the related nerves and muscles that were too long had atrophy. With the current technology, it is impossible to see the light again."

"I know, I've been to consult." Chen Mengruo said.

"But I didn't say it was for you to see it, it was for others to see it, and it was for you to simulate the eyeball." Chen Mengruo said. "Your past experience cannot be hidden, and this is also an additional insurance for you."

Ren Wu was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement.
To be continued...