Lu Xingzhi also remained silent, letting the makeup artist speak.
When her makeup was done, Lu Xingzhi looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire the makeup artist’s skills, truly magical.
Look at this face; it looks much more beautiful than usual.
When Lu Xingzhi changed her clothes and ca out, even the makeup artist was stunned by her beauty.
Already incredibly beautiful, with makeup on and wearing this traditional moon-white dress, she looked like a fairy descending from the Heavenly Palace.
This dress was designed by a designer Huo Jincheng had brought from France last ti, combining national style with so modern elents, making this dress breathtakingly beautiful, divinely ethereal.
"Little Zhi Liao, I can guarantee that after you take the stage today, tomorrow’s hot searches will be all about you." The makeup artist was proud, after all, she did the makeup for Lu Xingzhi.
Next was the hairstylist, who gave Lu Xingzhi a simple yet elegant hairstyle.
"Little Zhi Liao, you don’t need a complicated hairstyle; this is already great. What do you think?" the hairstylist asked.
"This is great, thank you for your hard work." Lu Xingzhi expressed her gratitude to them.
"No need, no need, styling you wasn’t much work for ." It seed that having a good face made everything look good.
After everything was done, Lu Xingzhi rested for another hour, during which Helian Xi ca backstage to see her.
Of course, the first one to be stunned was Huo Jincheng. When Lu Xingzhi appeared before him with her hair done, makeup on, and wearing gorgeous attire, he forgot to lower the hand holding his phone.
At 7:58, Lu Xingzhi was ready to take the stage.
Even though she wasn’t nervous at all, suddenly, those two minutes felt particularly long to her.
Until eight o’clock.
She tidied herself up, took a deep breath, lifted her leg, and walked onto the stage.
Seeing her, many audience mbers let out screams.
Lu Xingzhi stood on the stage, placed her index finger to her lips, and shushed.
A large part of the audience below were her fans, finally getting the chance to see Lu Xingzhi, they were naturally extrely excited.
Later, they rembered this wasn’t a concert; it was a piano concert, so they needed to remain quiet.
Lu Xingzhi sat in front of the piano, gave a gentle smile, then opened the lid, placed her fingers on the keys, and began to play.
Today she had prepared five piano pieces.
The first piece was a world-renowned composition, upbeat in rhythm, suitable as an opener.
It relaxed and delighted the audience.
The second piece was Bertrand’s "Aspiration"; everyone has a different aspiration for life, and the flavor heard also varies.
But it was filled with hope.
What Lu Xingzhi played started as a struggle against destiny, slowly turning into life filled with hope, aspiration.
The third piece was "Voice of a Young Girl," composed by her father for her, after nurous revisions, now it was very complete.
The fourth piece was "Residual Blood," a piece often ntioned and even requested to hear again.
Lu Xingzhi had played this in Africa before.
It could be said that this was her signature piece.
War, slaughter, bitter struggles, survival, cruelty, all of these were present in one piece.
Listening to it was very distressing, like a ntal suggestion, it was a very dark piece.
Lu Xingzhi also rembered what she had seen in Africa back then.
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