Paris, France
On the snowy Christmas Eve, the shops on both sides of the road were decorated with lights to celebrate the festival. Although most of the shops were closed, they were still lit up. The high street lamps shone with orange light, reflecting the classic and elegant lampshades left over from the last century in the dark night. The trees on both sides of the street were covered with colorful neon lights, making the entire area seem even more lively.
The National Music Hall, which was uninhabited during the day, was now crowded with people. Men and women, old and young, crowded the narrow streets.
Everyone here, whether they were citizens of Paris, people from other parts of France, or people from other countries, all came here for one person.
Outside the concert hall and on all the signboards in Paris, there were posters of this person. No, it should be said that it was still pasted a few days ago, because now, all the signboards were just a vast expanse of whiteness.
These posters had just been put up when they were secretly torn away. After receiving the notice, the staff members replaced them the next day. However, less than half an hour after the posters were put up, they received news that the posters had disappeared, which made the staff members in charge of putting up the posters extremely annoyed.
In the end, even if the concert company publicly sold the posters, the demand was not enough to stop these crazy fans from quietly collecting the angels in their hearts.
He was the " angel " in the eyes of all the fans in France... and even the whole world. He was Ain Richter van Randall, a 16-year-old French teenager. His dark green eyes were like precious high-grade cat's eye stones, and there was a seductive green charm in the dark green. Under his clean pink forehead was a small and tall nose bridge, and his cherry-like red lips brought a hint of innocence to his beauty. Her fair skin was red and smooth like snow, making her hair look soft and shiny.
Covered on his tender neck was shoulder-length straight hair. This was the beautiful hair that many women dreamed of having. If it weren't for this hair color that was even better than that of the Easterners, it would be impossible to see that he had half of the Chinese bloodline.
He was delicate and fragile like a crystal glass, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. It was that holy beauty that seemed to be isolated from the world that made music fans all over the world go crazy.
He was of French aristocratic blood, the advantage of being born into a family of violinists, and a talented person. He had made a name for himself in the music industry very early on.
In the early 19th century, there was a violin genius, Niccolo Paganini, who was the only one in history who could play the violin to the fullest. It was rumored that he had sold his soul to a demon in exchange for this astonishing skill that surpassed the limits of a human. Ain Richter van Randall was praised by the music industry as the reincarnation of the violin magician Paganini.
He was hailed as the reincarnation of Paganini, the God of Violin. From the outside, it was impossible to tell that his slender body had such a strong power. He was able to reproduce Paganini's storm-like style on the stage with superb skills, and at the same time, he integrated a noble and sacred light. Usually, he was just a slender and quiet beautiful boy, but when he put the violin on his shoulder, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He could always bring the audience who came for him to a wonderful paradise that could only appear in dreams.
The highest form of magic and elves-this was what music critics often praised him for.
" Violin Angel " was the title given to him by his fans. He was hailed as an angel that belonged to the world. At a young age, he was awarded the title of British knight. In the hearts of the French, he was an irreplaceable " national treasure."
Many people who had no interest in classical music at all only fell into this unfamiliar world after hearing Ain's violin performance.
Now, outside the concert hall, thousands of people from all over the world had come for his Christmas solo concert.
"Fortunately, I booked it last year. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to buy tickets at all!”A young girl in a knee-length coat held the admission ticket in her hand tightly.
"That's right. You can't even buy scalpers 'tickets now.”
Her companion was the same, holding the 500-Franc ticket in her hand, which was considered a cheap seat at the back! Standing in the middle of the queue, he was afraid that he would lose it.
"I have no choice. Ain spends most of her concerts overseas. She only stays in the country to hold recitals during Christmas and New Year.”
"Oh, I really hope that he can hold more concerts in China! It was too cruel to only have the chance to hear him play live these few days of the year.”
"That's right! " Such a sacred angel…" The girl's tone was full of intoxication." I really don't want to share it with people from other countries. Ain is an angel that only belongs to us French!"”
"That's right. Although I'm glad that Ain's charm has swept the world, I still hope that he can only hold concerts in China.”
"It's really painful to wait for these few days every year!”
"You know what? My boyfriend was so upset that he almost couldn't go to work because he didn't get a ticket!”
"So pitiful! Luckily, I managed to get a ticket. Next time, remember to make an appointment. However, it still depends on luck. I don't know if I can get a ticket.”
Excited conversations like this were common in the concert hall.
Backstage, every staff member was busy running around when a young girl with long brown hair suddenly ran out of the lounge with a pale face.
"Not…Not good!" She nervously grabbed a woman who looked to be in her thirties and looked smart and capable." Miss Barton, Ain suddenly said that he doesn't want to appear!”
"What is it? Ain, this child…"Michelle? Barton sighed helplessly and nodded at the girl who was so nervous that she was about to cry." Leave this to me. You go do something else."”
"Yes, sir!" She heaved a sigh of relief and immediately ran to a staff member who was shouting that they were short of manpower.
As soon as she stepped into the lounge, Michelle felt an unusual anger.
"Ai Yin." She looked at the beautiful young man who was staring at the mirror and thought to herself, If only his personality could be as perfect as his appearance." Are you throwing a tantrum again?”
"Throw a tantrum?" He snorted coldly, but this voice that sounded like a teenager and a girl, neither low nor high, yet deep and moving, was still very pleasant to hear. "I just don't want to appear.”
"Why? Didn't we agree on this before?”
"What? It's Christmas, why do I have to play the violin for a group of strangers?”Ain turned around, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
"Because this is your recital!”"Just like the concert last week," Michelle explained patiently.”
"But today is Christmas. I should be reunited with my family or…someone I like, but I have to play the violin here?”
"Your grandfather will be there. Isn't he always in the front row listening to you play the violin?”
As Ain's manager, her task was not only to arrange all his schedules, but also to appease him at this time when he was in a bad mood and did not want to go on stage.
"But the flow can't hear my violin!”He pursed his lips. He looked like a child, and his appearance was indescribably lovable.
"That's because he's your bodyguard. He has to be responsible for your safety from the beginning to the end during the concert. He has his own position that he has to stick to!”
Although Michelle tried to persuade her, she knew that Ain would not listen to her. It seemed that she would have to trouble Ain's bodyguard to solve the problem.
Ling Shiliu was originally from Taiwan, and by chance, he had become Ayin's personal attendant since she was eight years old. However, rather than calling him a bodyguard, he was more like a personal servant because he was with Ayin almost 24 hours a day. The reason was that Ayin would rather die than let anyone else touch him.
Therefore, Ling Shiliu had no choice but to take on the role of a bodyguard and a servant.
"I don't care! If I were to flow, I would also be there. No, I would be listening to my violin by my side!”He blinked his beautiful icy green eyes and requested willfully.
"Mr. Ling is currently working. How do you want him to split his attention between two parties?”
"If he doesn't come, I won't go on stage!”
"Ayin…"
"Alright! Please, Michelle."
Ain made full use of her innate advantage by changing her shameless request to a soft one. She smiled at Michelle, who could not help but press her hand against her temple.
In Ain Richter van Randall, it was incredible to see the so-called " God's grace ". No matter how willful and arrogant his actions were, those who suffered losses never hated him because of it, not even the slightest bit of disgust. It was as if he could influence people's hearts. All negative emotions were always dispelled by his faint smile.
Unable to resist his pleas, Michelle could only give in and comply with his wishes.
"Alright, I'll help you talk about it. But as usual, I can't guarantee that Mr. Ling will be able to find the time to come over.”She shrugged and gave in in.
"Thank you, Michelle."
After giving her a pure and angelic smile, Ain finally sat back in front of the dressing table willingly and let the makeup artist who had just entered prepare him for the stage.
It was just a faint smile and a grateful look in his charming green eyes. Michelle felt that on Christmas Eve, even if she had to leave her family and boyfriend to work, it was worth it. Although she was often confused by Ain's willfulness, her anger would disappear without a trace as soon as she saw her pure and cute smile.
"What is it? Don't tell me it's here again!" As if he wanted to sigh but couldn't make a sound, the chief guard responsible for the safety of the Randall family stared at the communicator in his hand.
"I'm really sorry, but Ain said that if he didn't do this, he wouldn't go on stage.”
"Got it. I'll think of a way to send him over.”
"Then I'll leave it to you."
When he heard the sound of the communicator being disconnected, Li Duo, who was in charge of the security system, had no choice but to re-dispatch all the security personnel. He had a headache and made a last-minute transfer. Then, he informed Ling Shiliu, who was in charge of the security department at the gate, to report to the lounge backstage.
After working for the Randall family for so many years, he should have known that he wouldn't be able to escape Young Master Ain's willfulness this year. Last year, the year before that, the year before that, ever since Ling Shiliu started his job as a security guard, the same thing seemed to have happened every Christmas and New Year.
He had thought that as he grew older, Young Master Ain's personality would gradually stabilize, but it seemed that he had overestimated his ability to deduce. Forget it, he was already in his fifties and had only a few years left in this industry. He would take the opportunity to find a successor.
Just as Riddle was worried about his future and the safety of the Randall family, Ling Shiliu, who had received the order, quickly walked into the lounge.
Upon hearing the knock on the door, Ain immediately waved away the makeup artist who was still doing her makeup and ran to the door to open it.
"Ai Yin!"
This shocked the makeup artist who was focusing on coloring him.
As soon as she opened the door, Ain immediately saw the person she wanted to see. "It's flow!"
"Young Master Ain, is there something you need from me?”
Ling Shiliu's expression didn't change at all as he stared blankly at the young man who was jumping out to open the door.
His pure Eastern blood gave him a pair of black eyes that matched his hair color. His upright and slightly rough appearance accentuated the elite heroic spirit in his eyes. His tall and straight figure was tempered by his profession, giving him a shrewd and calm aura.
"Yes! Accompany me."
He grabbed his arm excitedly and was about to drag him into the lounge.
It was not easy to drag a man who was almost 10 centimeters taller than her. Therefore, even if Ain used all her strength, she still could not move Ling Shiliu, who was standing at the door and refused to take another step.
"Didn't we agree? Young Master Ain. You promised me that you wouldn't be angry this year and that you would perform on stage obediently, didn't you? You should have seen the crowd from the window, right? They're all here for you. If you don't go on stage to play the violin, you'll be letting them down.”
"But, I just want to play for you!”
"Young Master Ain!"
"What does the audience have to do with me? I never played for them.”
"But they're all here to listen to your violin!”
"Hmph, I don't care!"
Willful, arrogant, and willful. These words seemed to have been thought up for Ain. It was the complete opposite of the image she gave people on the outside. In private, Ain was like a little devil that gave people a headache.
"Ain, if you don't put on your makeup soon, it'll be too late.”The makeup artist behind him looked at the clock on the wall and could not help but urge.
"Please don't make things difficult for Lyn Ain. Young Master Ain, please return to your seat.”Ling Shiliu said as he easily got rid of Ain's annoying pestering and pushed him in front of the makeup artist.
"Okay, then you have to promise me that you'll stay by the stage and watch me play the violin.”
Ain still reached out to grab him, afraid that he would slip back to work if he got the chance.
"Young Master Ain!"
"Alright! Otherwise, I won't do it."
Ain knew that acting coquettishly was more effective than acting shamelessly.
"I understand."
This was a choice he had no choice but to make. In fact, Ling Shiliu knew better than anyone else that in the end, this was the only path he could choose.
The makeup artist only smiled when she saw the two of them tugging at each other. Ever since she became Ain's exclusive stylist, she had been used to similar dramas happening in front of her eyes.
Perhaps this was something that could not be helped!
After all, Ling Shiliu was the first companion that Ain had met who was the closest in age to her, even though they were seven years apart.
Before this, the talented Ain had always been surrounded by a group of adults who had gathered around him because of his talent. In addition, he was the only son of the Randall family and did not have many siblings of the same age. Before Ling Shiliu became his personal attendant, he did not even have a single friend. No, to put it more exaggeratedly, before that, the word friend did not exist in his dictionary.
It was no wonder, because the people who would approach him were all adults who came for his violin talent. To put it worse, those people were like bees surrounding flowers because they had something to gain.
Before he was sensible and had the opportunity to understand what it meant to get along with others, his young and innocent heart had been covered with a dark shadow by the greed surrounding him.
The person who had barged into his empty world at this time was Ling Shiliu, who had come to his house by chance and became his bodyguard.
To Ain, Ling Shiliu was the first friend she had made, and the only person she trusted 100%. Furthermore, in the eyes of others, he viewed Ling Shiliu as his elder brother.
For Ain, who had only known the feeling of loneliness before, it was no wonder that she was so dependent on him when such a person who was closer than family suddenly appeared in her lonely life.
"Ain, it's time. Get ready to go on stage!”
Her manager, Michelle, rushed into the lounge and gave Ling Shiliu an apologetic look.
If she could restrain Ain's willfulness, she could save a lot of trouble for others. But unfortunately, she knew that it was impossible when she faced Ain.
Not only was the concert hall full, but even the square outside the hall was filled with people.
These loyal fans who could not buy tickets and could not enter the venue to see Ain directly could only stare at the two large live broadcast screens in the square. In the night where the snow was gradually accumulating and it was so cold that people could not help but tremble, they stared at the perfect and holy angel in their hearts with fascination.
Although many television stations also had live broadcasts, these viewers would rather hide in the cold square than return to their warm homes to watch the broadcast. They only wanted to be closer to their beloved angels.
In the concert hall, the lights that indicated that the performance was about to begin suddenly dimmed, causing the audience to fall silent. They held their breaths and waited for the performers to appear.
The dazzling stage lights instantly lit up the whole world. Richter? Feng? Randall, dressed in a white tuxedo that matched his image, slowly walked out from behind the crimson curtain under the applause and anticipation of thousands of audiences.
Her deep, beautiful eyes, which were as green as a deep pool, caught the attention of everyone present as soon as she appeared. The shock that exceeded sensory perception almost made people forget to breathe.
The applause was loud and thunderous in the concert hall.
The music fans applauded generously. After less than 30 seconds of the audition, Ain put the violin on her shoulder covered with a piece of white satin, raised the bowstring in her right hand, and officially began her violin recital in front of billions of people.
Just like Ain's pure temperament, beautiful and elegant notes flowed from her fingertips and strings. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the intensity was like the clouds breaking through the sun, and the softness was like a gentle breeze. Just a few strings of the strings were enough to make countless listeners sink into another wonderful space with only music.
The strange beauty of Tadini's " Demon's Trill " was vividly displayed. Although it was as beautiful as heavenly music, it made people feel a faint sense of fear.
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When the vibrating strings of the third movement flowed into the ears of the audience along with the music, all the people who were listening to the performance could not help but feel the vibration of their souls.
Ain's violin seemed to have cast a spell, easily causing all the listeners to fall into a world where there was nothing but music.
However…
There was one thing that was hard for the music fans to discover. With the help of the melody from the sky, Ain's gaze did not fall on the audience who were fascinated by him.
From the first note, his gaze was locked on Ling Shiliu, who was hiding behind the curtain and watching him.
This is a concert just for you.
Ain's passionate eyes conveyed this message. What he saw in his eyes was not the millions of audiences who came for him, but the unromantic Ling Shiliu who was standing right next to him.
Maintaining this mood, Ain's violin music once again moved and shocked the audience, although no one knew that his music was only for one person.#
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