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0094 Opera House Massacre
Growing up, this was the first time for Xia Qingcheng to go abroad. Moreover, it was a very new experience for her to visit the famous Sydney.
"Does this count as a trip on public funds?"
Standing in front of the Sydney Opera House, looking at the beautiful lotus-like water theater, Xia Qingcheng sighed.
¡°In our line of work, going abroad should be common.¡±
Liao Yang was very calm, "It will be fine when you get used to it."
¡°This time I took advantage of Mengmeng, otherwise I wouldn¡¯t have seen such a beautiful grand theater!¡±
Xia Qingcheng was like a curious bird, looking around and taking photos with the camera she carried with her from time to time.
"Hey, the memory is almost full!"
She looked at the lightweight SLR hanging around her neck and couldn't help but sigh.
¡°Don¡¯t just take pictures, don¡¯t forget the business.¡±
Liao Yang¡¯s eyes have been fixed on Zhao Mengsheng. He always feels that something bad will happen during this trip to Sydney. He has always trusted his instincts.
¡°There are so many people coming to compete.¡±
Looking at the musicians from various countries around, carrying various instruments on their backs, Xia Qingcheng muttered, "Why is it all Western music Why is there no Chinese national music?"
"Stop making trouble, what about the national music? Are you going to play the suona in the opera house?"
Liao Yang was dumbfounded by what she said.
"The suona must be a bit flamboyantbut the guzheng and pipa are both very beautiful instruments!"
Xia Qingcheng sighed, "When can we hold an international competition"
¡°Let¡¯s wait until all the major symphony orchestras start playing trumpets.¡±
Liao Yang understands Xia Qingcheng's heart, but this kind of thing is definitely unrealistic.
"There's a cello guy over there, pay attention."
Liao Yang suddenly looked at a young man next to him wearing a black suit and carrying a cello.
"Isn't he just a piano player? What happened to him?"
Xia Qingcheng was a little puzzled.
"Don't underestimate them."
Liao Yang reminded Xia Qingcheng, "This is Sydney, not China! For example, there is probably an AK-47 or FAL automatic rifle hidden in his cello case."
"You are too exaggerated. How is it possibleLook at Mengmeng, she has such a good attitude. Are you already intoxicated in this atmosphere?"
"ah?"
Zhao Mengsheng, who was wearing a black dress, was suddenly woken up by being patted by Xia Qingcheng.
"What, what happened?"
"Are you fascinated?"
"I'm a little nervous"
Zhao Mengsheng lowered his voice and his face turned slightly red.
"nervous?"
Xia Qingcheng's eyes widened, "You have participated in so many competitions, and you are still nervous?"
"The levels are different"
Zhao Mengsheng pointed at the contestants around him, "Look, these are the top figures in various music fields They are gathered here to reach the top!"
"You must be Miss Zhao!"
And at this moment, the blond and blue-eyed foreign man carrying a cello and wearing a black suit had already stepped forward. He spoke in pure English as he walked.
He looked at Zhao Mengsheng, his face full of surprise.
But Xia Qingcheng took a step forward and stopped him.
"Sorry! no! no!"
Xia Qingcheng¡¯s English was indeed not very good. She could only stretch out her hand and make a stop gesture to ask the blond man to stop.
"Why?"
The foreigner was surprised and expressed his incomprehension, but when Liao Yang opened his mouth, he warned him in the same fluent English.
"Please keep your distance and don't cause unnecessary trouble, thank you."
Xia Qingcheng glanced at Liao Yang in surprise.
"Sorry, I didn't mean any harm!"
The other party said hurriedly, "I am a cellist from England, my name is George. I am a fan of Miss Zhao, I have heard her play in Paganini!"
"Her performance is full of beauty and makes me forget to come back! Please give me a hug, okay?"
He made this request very straightforwardly. Zhao Mengsheng could obviously understand English, so she was a little embarrassed.
&Yes, these are things that cannot be escaped and must be carried. You were born in the Zhao family and have the blood of the Zhao family, so you will naturally have to bear all this. But you have chosen to live for yourself, not for the Zhao family, let alone those unknown people in the square. "
"When you say thatit feels a little cold-blooded"
Zhao Mengsheng couldn¡¯t help but mutter.
"I live for myself."
Liao Yang replied without hesitation, "There are so many people, I can't control them, and I'm not the Holy Mother. Whoever beats them will be the one they go to! Of course, if they are willing to pay me for revenge, I am also happy."
"You¡¡"
Zhao Mengsheng didn¡¯t know what to say about Liao Yang, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he said.
"Play well, this will not let them down, nor will you let me down."
Liao Yang stretched and said, "There is probably nothing to do today. You should rest more and don't think too much."
¡°Hmm¡ I just don¡¯t know if I can sleep anymore¡¡±
Zhao Mengsheng could see those people lying in a pool of blood when he closed his eyes for a moment.
"Umcan you stay with me for a while?"
"Um."
Zhao Mengsheng blushed a little when she said it, but she didn't expect Liao Yang to agree happily. He, he wouldn't be thinking wrong
"I mean, I mean"
Zhao Mengsheng didn¡¯t know how to explain it.
"I see."
Liao Yang put the butt of a nearly smoked cigarette into the ashtray, "You can see those things as soon as you close your eyes, right? It's normal. It will be fine in two days."
"It's likeyou seem to see these all the time"
¡°When I was a soldier, I also performed some very special tasks.¡±
Liao Yang winked at her, "This is not the first time I've seen this kind of scene."
"Huh? Is there such a thing?"
Zhao Mengsheng huddled up on the sofa, feeling that it would be safer. She stared at Liao Yang, with this man in her eyes.
"Let me tell you something. It's confidential. Don't disclose it to anyone."
Liao Yang¡¯s words aroused Zhao Mengsheng¡¯s interest. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com