Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

Sun Ke and Li An were sitting opposite each other, and she had a look of embarrassment on her face: "I'm really sorry, Teacher Li An, for letting you participate in the music festival, but living in such a place and eating such a simple meal."

Li An smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."

A group of people are eating.

After the meal was over, the vigorous young man just now sighed in various ways: "Hey! It's because China is not strong enough, otherwise there would be no such thing as Siribala!"

This sigh broke out the suppressed emotion in everyone's heart.

"The more others look down on us, the more we have to fight!"

"That's right, let's go straight to the first place for this fucking music festival!"

"Our country's national status needs to be improved a little bit."

One after another exclamation sounded in my ears.

Li An was lying on the hardwood bed, feeling the warm air from the air conditioner blowing on his body, and his heart was slightly moved.

I have never been abroad before, and I feel that the society is equal, the country is equal, and my life is considered happy.

But now, especially after going through this incident, Li An really felt the inequality between countries.

Once you leave the territory of Huaguo, everything is unfair here!

And if you want to have fairness, you need to show real strength.

This is not something that one or two people can do. It requires great cohesion and determination.

Even a person like Mr. Ren Fei cannot change this situation in a short period of time.

Neither can Ang Lee.

But what he can do is to do well in every next step.

There are three more days until the music festival begins.

In three days, let the entire country of Su, let the whole world know the level of music in the country of Hua.

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In the daytime of the next day, everyone wandered around the country of Su, just as a tourist to relax.

However, due to what happened yesterday, everyone really didn't have a good impression of Su, and the architectural style that was originally strange has now become ugly.

In the evening, Sun Ke and Li An brought everyone to the Hilde Hotel.

This has already been agreed upon.

Su Guo, as the organizer of the music festival, booked a huge hotel, invited contestants from all countries to the scene the day before the competition, and then had dinner together.

In the words of the music organizer: music is art, and art knows no borders.

In the grand ceremony, everyone may be competitors; but outside the grand ceremony, everyone can chat and become friends.

When the group arrived at the Hilde Hotel, a waiter in uniform greeted them warmly in English: "Hello, which country are you from?"

"We are the country of Hua!" Sun Ke showed his passport and said sonorously.

Hearing the word Hua Guo, the waiter immediately said, "Follow me here."

The waiter brought Sun Ke and the others to a long table on the first floor, and sixteen musicians including Sun Ke and Li An sat down one after another.

This hotel is hollow, with about a dozen floors. Standing in the center of the lobby on the first floor, you can directly see the ceiling on the top of the dozen floors.

The second floor, the third floor, etc., as long as you turn your head, you can see the lobby on the first floor.

After Sun Ke and the others sat down, people from other countries also filed in one by one.

There are blacks with skin like carbon, and whites with skin like powder.

About half an hour later, the entire lobby of the hotel was full; not only the lobby on the first floor, but also the second and third floors.

Roughly counting, there were at least a thousand people participating in the music festival this time.

In fact, it is considered normal. After all, there are bands with at least a dozen or as many as two to 30 members in each country; there are more than 50 countries in the world participating.

Thousands of people are normal.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big beard walked to the center of the hall on the first floor, held a microphone in his hand and said in English, "Welcome to Keke City, everyone."

"On the first floor of the hotel, there are artists from East Asia and central countries; on the second floor, artists from Western Europe; on the third floor, artists from the Americas."

"Today is a free party. In addition to drinking and tasting, everyone can also communicate with each other. Art knows no borders, art is equal, and art needs communication!"

After the bearded man finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

Next, a group of people began to chat in whispers.

Not long after, the food has begun to be served.

Firstly, the special delicacies of Suzhou, borscht, casa porridge and black bread, were served;

About half an hour later, everyone was full of wine and food, and started walking and chatting separately.

In about 10 minutes, a team of seven or eight people came down from upstairs.

When everyone saw these seven or eight people, they all cast envious and awe-inspiring eyes.

These seven or eight people.

All are the world's top pianists, violinists, drummers, wind players, etc.

All are world-class and world-renowned!

Everyone is engaged in music, so those who are familiar with these seven or eight people cannot be more familiar.

And at this time, these seven or eight people walked to the table of Hua Guo, and walked to the front of Sun Ke.

"Oh my god! Is this the best and most beautiful pianist in China, Miss Sun Ke?"

With respect in his eyes, a white man spoke in extremely astonishing words.

Sun Ke is a top pianist in the world, there is no doubt about that.

Sun Ke turned to look at them, then stood up and smiled in English, "Oh, are you Mr. Collinste? It's been three years since our last piano competition."

There was a guilty look on the white man's face: "It's really embarrassing to talk about three years ago. Three years ago, Miss Sun Ke and I won the piano performance with a difference of only [-] points. But I have to say, Miss Sun Ke is really good at playing the piano."