Yu Zexiao then broke into a smile and kissed her on the temple: "That’s more like it!"
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The next day was bright and sunny, and the group went to the Golden Hall. In truth, the Golden Hall isn’t as grandiose as people in the country imagine. The entire hall can only accommodate just two thousand people. However, even though the Golden Hall isn’t large, in the hearts of musicians worldwide, it is undoubtedly a "holy shrine" worthy of worship!
All musicians can perform here, pouring out their musical talents, insights, and everything they have.
Nie Anni is evidently a regular here, knowing everything about the place inside out. Yu Zexiao has also been here before, so he isn’t entirely unfamiliar.
But, for Jian Anning, coming here evokes a rather complex emotion.
Once upon a ti, just like Yu Zexiao, she was like a fervent believer, with a pilgrim’s devotion toward the Golden Hall!
No, it was more than that; music embodied her dreams and her longing for the future. She loved music and the piano more than anyone else, but none of it was more important than the lives of her father and grandparents!
Yu Zexiao was filming inside, and although Nie Anni had pulled so strings, the person in charge only allowed them a few hours to shoot.
The group quickly went to set up the venue and organize their things, while Jian Anning stayed by Yu Zexiao’s side the entire ti. Due to ti constraints, the makeup and costu changes for the group were all prepared before entering the Golden Hall. When the scheduled ti arrived, everyone rushed in, and even the director was extrely nervous, making several mistakes when directing the cara positions.
The group was quite tense, especially since this shoot was about the male and female protagonists’ reunion. The male protagonist was drawn into the Golden Hall by the sound of the piano, seeing the solitary figure playing on the stage.
It was as if they were instantly transported back in ti, the lodious piano sound evoking nostalgia.
Two people brought together by music, even if over ti and space, and across regions, can seemingly touch that familiar string within themselves at the first mont.
As it was modern tis, Yu Zexiao wore a small suit, and Nie Anni, with her slightly wavy chestnut long hair trailing down her back, sat gracefully in front of the piano at the center of the Golden Hall. The director shouted "ACTION," and the cara moved forward. Yu Zexiao, from outside the Golden Hall, heard the piano sound, as if mysteriously drawn in, at first he was still seeking the source of the sound, turning in circles, frowning slightly as if pondering sothing. After confirming the direction of the sound, he tried taking a few steps, then ran faster and faster, until he reached the entrance of the Golden Hall, where he gently and slowly opened the door as if holding a rare treasure.
The lodious "Tang Huang’s mories," intertwined with his own mories, flowed gently into his heart like a soft lody.
But for so reason, while listening to this piece, his gaze turned to the silhouette on the stage playing the music—suddenly a strong feeling arose in his heart!
It wasn’t her! That music capable of piercing the human heart, that dreamlike fairy girl, was not Nie Anni!
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