However, Su Mo did not appear in the following days.
There is a lot of news about him online. Even if Jiang Jianhuan doesn't pay special attention, he knows that Su Mo's tour has officially started and began its first stop in Beijing two days ago.
She inadvertently clicked on a video, which was taken by fans in the front row. The picture was very clear and the sound came out without any obstruction.
In the vast expanse of black, tiny specks of blue light shimmered, as bright and dazzling as stars.
The stage in the center was lit up, and everyone's eyes were focused there.
Su Mo, dressed in a white shirt, sang softly with his head bowed. The blue ocean below swayed with his voice. He was surrounded by these starlight in the center, high above and unreachable.
The concert craze swept through Jiangcheng in a spectacular fashion.
On my way to work, I pass bus stops, subway stations, and even the giant LED screen in the city center.
Everywhere you look, you see Su Mo's image. On the concert poster, only his back is visible, but the cool color scheme and bold font still firmly capture people's attention.
Jiang Jianhuan would sometimes feel dazed when she looked at Su Mo, who appeared in front of her, and him in public, as if there was a solid barrier between them, an insurmountable reality.
The concert in Jiangcheng took place on a Saturday.
The weather was unusually clear; the winter sun was like a fledgling bird, delicate and tender, posing no threat whatsoever.
Jiang Jianhuan slept well as usual, then went to the supermarket, and came back to leisurely busy herself in the kitchen. After dinner, she started tidying up the house.
I spend the whole day doing trivial things, but it keeps me busy and my brain never idle.
When her phone rang, Jiang Jianhuan was scrubbing the blackened white tiles in the kitchen. Upon hearing the sound, she immediately put down the steel wool and cleaning agent and went to check.
The caller was Li Sa. She raised an eyebrow in surprise and pressed the answer button.
"Miss Jiang, where are you now?" His loud voice came, interrupting Jiang Jianhuan as soon as she gave him her location.
"Don't move from home, I'll drive over and pick you up right away."
"What?!" Jiang Jianhuan was completely confused, her thoughts a jumble. She tried to call back, but the call was disconnected. She shook her head, turned around, and went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning.
......
It wasn't until Li Sa rushed to her door and rang the doorbell, then she hurriedly washed her hands and was shoved into his car, that they finally appeared at the city center stadium.
Jiang Jianhuan was still dazed when she was led backstage.
Night had fallen, and fans gathered in the empty square outside, holding glow sticks and billboards. Jiang Jianhuan was led in through a special passage by Li Sa. Before he could even get a good look at her, he was pressed into a chair and scrutinized closely.
A moment later, the man with the ponytail clapped his hands and directed someone who seemed to be his assistant to carefully and meticulously take a dress down from a shelf.
"Put this on first."
He gave the order, and the clothes were stuffed into Jiang Jianhuan's arms.
"I...I can't..." She looked pleadingly at Li Sa beside her, then belatedly realized she was scared.
"I haven't touched a piano in many years, you should find someone else."
“But Miss Jiang—” Li Sa also looked anxious and took a deep breath to suppress her emotions.
"Su Mo said that only you can play this piece, and there's no time to find someone else. Please, just do me a favor." He clasped his hands together and, without saying another word, pushed Jiang Jianhuan's shoulder into the dressing room, while others behind them urged him on.
"There are only a few songs left, hurry up!"
The door slammed shut, and Jiang Jianhuan, clutching the dress in her hand, was on the verge of tears.
Half an hour ago, Li Sa pulled her into the car and hurriedly explained.
The last song at Su Mo's concert required piano accompaniment, but the pianist who had been arranged to perform suddenly had an accident and injured his hand, so he couldn't play. Moreover, this piece was one that Su Mo had never performed before, and no one knew how to play it.
Coincidentally, this song was one that Su Mo wrote specifically for Jiang Jianhuan when she was in college, so she knew it very well.
Chapter 22
Whether by coincidence or not, the dress fit perfectly. When Jiang Jianhuan came out after changing, the messy backstage dressing room fell silent for a moment. It was the man with the ponytail who reacted first.
"Come over here quickly so I can put on my makeup."
Jiang Jianhuan was pulled to sit in front of the dressing table by him. He then carefully examined her for a few moments. After a while, he selected several bottles and jars from the pile and swept them across her face with a brush.
The man was very fast. Jiang Jianhuan would open her eyes, tilt her head back, and close her eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted to her face.
In the end, the person in the mirror seemed to be her, yet also seemed not to be her.
Jiang Jianhuan has a fresh and beautiful natural look, but after putting on makeup, that aloofness is somewhat diminished, and she becomes even more stunning.
She wore a pure white, strapless, knee-length cocktail dress that accentuated her slender waist and her long, fair legs.
Jiang Jianhuan had practiced ballet for several years and had an excellent figure. When she stood there, her delicate collarbones and slender neck were exposed, making her look like a graceful white swan about to take flight.
After finishing her makeup, the man with the ponytail casually curled the ends of her hair into large waves and draped them over her shoulders. Then he bent down and rummaged through a drawer, finally revealing a happy expression.
"Found it!"
He pinned the crystal butterfly hair clip he was holding to her head, looking at her in the mirror as if admiring some kind of triumphant achievement.
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
All eyes backstage were on her, and Li Sa couldn't help but swallow hard, trying her best to control her emotions.
"Alright, let's go wait in the waiting area."