The lights and everyone’s gaze followed the two figures.
Fang Yusheng was clearly a man with hidden injuries, but his upright body and firm footsteps were so dazzling that they made one want to chase after him.
When the crowd saw Fang Yusheng pick up the violin and stand beside the piano, they were shocked.
What’s going on?
Fang Yusheng wants to play the violin?
People who thought that the two of them would perform a duet song found this unbelievable when they realized that Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng were going to perform as an ensemble.
He can’t see, so how can he play the violin?
Countless people had such thoughts.
Below the stage, Fang Mu looked at Fang Yusheng with an odd expression.
Qiao Jiusheng sat on the piano stool and suddenly became calm and composed.
She glanced at Fang Yusheng and took a deep breath. Without opening the music score, she started playing.
The gentle sound of the piano spread through the hall.
The Eldest Young Mistress and the Second Young Mistress had both performed piano concerts, but no one compared them. After all, they were not playing any flashy tunes to begin with. Moreover, just from their sitting posture and temperament, both emitted strong pressure.
One was a tranquil pink rose, and the other was a red rose that looked calm but was actually enchanting.
There was no comparison between the two women.
However, when the blind Young Master played the violin, everyone was stunned.
To be able to play the violin in a gentle and graceful manner, Fang Yusheng’s violin skills were extraordinary.
Fang Mu narrowed his eyes at Fang Yusheng.
He would always remember the first time he had seen Fang Yusheng.
That year during the Spring Festival, Fang Yusheng’s mother had sent him back to the Fang family for the New Year. That was the first year after Fang Mu had been brought back to the Fang family. He was only twelve, and Fang Yusheng was two years older than him.
Back then, a fourteen-year-old teenager wearing a khaki sweater and slim-fit pants stood in the Fang family’s backyard. On the cold winter day, the wind ruffled his long brown hair. He stood beside a cluster of daffodils, his eyes closed as he pulled on his violin.
Fang Mu had been unable to tell what tune his brother was playing, but he felt that Fang Yusheng was really dazzling.
This was the first time Fang Mu had seen Fang Yusheng, and he had felt inferior.
After the young man had finished playing the violin, he had opened his eyes and seen the boy standing in front of him. The intoxication in his beautiful eyes had disappeared, replaced with disdain. He lowered his head and looked at Fang Mu. The corners of his lips had curled up even more arrogantly. “You are Fang Mu?”
Fang Mu looked at Fang Yusheng in a daze and nodded after a while.
The older young man sneered. He raised Fang Mu’s chin with the bow and stared at his face for a moment. Then, he had said, “Your face looks like his, but your eyes are like your mother’s.” He had ignored Fang Mu’s confusion and surprise as he retracted the bow. Then, he had thrown the bow on the ground and taken out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
His speechless actions had only represented one stance.
Fang Mu was dirty, so dirty that Fang Yusheng did not even want the bow he touched.
Fang Yusheng, who had been wearing a sweater, was high and mighty like a noble prince.
Fang Mu, who had been wearing a small suit, looked like a clown.
The 27-year-old Fang Mu had become the person Fang Pingjue trusted the most and the vice president of the Fang Corporation. He finally stood above Fang Yusheng’s head. However, the 12-year-old Fang Mu would forever be stepped on by the 14-year-old Fang Yusheng.
Fang Mu hated Fang Yusheng, especially his eyes, which had been filled with disdain when he had looked at him.
