"Okay, I agree!" Before I could finish speaking, Sun Shiqi agreed readily.

Although the wedding was just a fake show, she was still an unmarried girl after all. It was indeed a bit difficult for her to suddenly stage a "wedding" with strangers in front of her colleagues in the neighborhood. I thought it would take a lot of effort to motivate her, but she did not expect that she agreed so quickly, and even Sun Changshun and his wife were surprised.

"You originally wanted to cure my mother and I, what else can I refuse? Besides, as a descendant of Mrs. Mek, it is also a responsibility to let Tchaikovsky leave without regrets. I fully agree with this plan, and just follow your arrangements!" Sun Shiqi explained.

I really didn't expect that this little girl was so wise!

"I'll thank you for Tchaikovsky first!" After I said that, I bowed to Sun Shiqi very seriously, then turned to the Sun couple and said, "Uncle, aunt, you really have a good daughter! I'll make arrangements now, let's see you back." As I said that, I put away the carved board from the table and hurried out.

As soon as I went out, I called Li Mazi.

My phone had already sunk to the bottom of the river with the icebreaker, and my card and mobile phone were newly bought in the town. I originally planned to contact him after I was recuperating, but now I am going to hold a concert. The bank card I kept for spare is not much money, so I have to ask him for help.

When Li Mazi heard it was me, he immediately shouted: "Brother Zhang, I said, where have you been going these days? He kept turning off the phone when he called you. If he couldn't contact you again, I'm going to make a tomb for you!"

"I will follow Master Liu to the Northeast to do something big." Ussurijiang and his party were very thrilling. Of course, I didn't want to tell Li Mazi, but just said lightly, "I will go back in a few days. How is the family? Nothing is wrong."

"It's nothing, I just happened to catch up with you a few days ago, and the business that came to you was lined up, so I couldn't do it, so I had to keep all my pressure on you."

"Oh, let's talk about it when I go back. You can call me five million first. I have an urgent need. The card number is..."

Although Li Mazi loves money as much as her life and is even more stingy, she is never stingy to me, especially when I say seriously that I have something to do.

He didn't even ask, and just transferred the money.

I left the alley and headed straight to the small bar I often visited.

Early in the morning, the bar was not open, but I knew that the fat couple lived here, so I walked up and knocked on the door desperately.

"Who? It's early this morning." The fat boss opened the door while shouting. When he saw it was me, he said irritated: "Didn't you not come here just two days? You are so anxious that you are disturbing your wonderful dreams."

After saying that, he walked forward while yawning.

"Brother, I'm not here to drink today." I didn't go into the house and went straight to the point.

"Don't drink? Then what did you knock on the door early in the morning?" the fat boss asked angrily.

"I want to ask you to organize a special concert and pay tribute to someone at the same time."

"What does it mean?" The fat boss didn't understand.

"So, I will pay 500,000 yuan to invite all the music lovers in the town. I will hold a special concert by Tchaikovsky and pay tribute to this great melody master."

"Concert?" The fat boss finally understood: "This is quite fresh. Blackstone Town has never made this thing before. When do you plan to do it?"

"The faster the better! I have no acquaintances here, so I can only rely on your help in this matter," I said sincerely.

"It's done! I'll help you do it." I don't know if it's because of the money, or the fat boss really treats me as a friend, or he's also very interested in the concert, but in short, he agreed very happily.

He asked me to go into the house and took out two bottles of wine, asked me to drink it first, then took out my cell phone and kept dialing.

Not to mention, this guy is really capable. At least he has a lot of connections in this small town. He told me confidently in a while: "It's done!"

Three days later, the auditorium of the town, which accommodates more than 1,000 people, was full, and even the aisles were full of people, and many were crowded by the door and window looking inside.

The stage in front is flying around the stage, with colorful flowers, and the decoration is particularly gorgeous, which is even more festive than the New Year.

The residents of the town have always had a special liking for music. Almost everyone is a music lover. Everyone is wearing dresses and looks solemn and happy. Of course, there is still a bit of curiosity.

The energetic fat boss made a very unsuccessful opening remark in a loud voice, and the performance officially began.

Piano, violin, accordion, saxophone... solo or chorus.

At my intentional request, all the performance repertoire were works by Tchaikovsky.

The love of music among the residents of the town is far beyond my imagination. So many people, most of them are ordinary small workers, and even many children, cannot even hear a little noisy sound, and they gave each performer a very warm applause.

If we ignore the performers' level and the quality of the scene, just in terms of the audience's quality, it is definitely not worse than the gentlemen and nobles in the Vienna Music Hall!

The last show was Sun Shiqi.

She was wearing a snow-white high-tube dress, smiling and saluting the audience, and then played a song "June Boat Song".

The music was like a clear stream of water, slowly flowing, jumping, and jumping into everyone's heart.

All the audiences in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing that they would affect the wonderful sound.

As the last note fell, I slowly walked onto the stage.

I was wearing a straight black tuxedo, beard and wig, and dressed up as Tchaikovsky.

"Hello everyone, I am Peter Ilych Tchaikovsky. I am very happy to see everyone love my music so much, but today I want to tell a sad story..."

Sun Shiqi pressed the strings of the piano and played the "Symphony of Path".

In a low and slow voice, I told the story of Tchaikovsky and Mrs. Mek again. Of course, I deliberately hid the part that the ghosts were inextricably dispersed after he committed suicide.

With such sad music and hearing such moving stories, many people in the audience's eyes were wet.
Chapter completed!