On this evening the night of music will take place.
The venue chosen is the theater with the most significant floor space in Vandeli, splendid. Generally, only national performances are held here.
Most of the visitors to the music night are tall people from all walks of life, all dressed in suits and have an extraordinary temperament.
The women's evening gowns are almost the latest you see at the big fashion weeks if you look around.
Belle Kinson is no exception, wearing Channel's quarterly new style, all knitted and handmade, a global limit version.
The large floral pattern on the right shoulder makes her look innocent and lovely, it's very soft and waxy, like a freshly blossomed water lotus flower, which people like.
Rose Kinson, standing by her side, wears a strapless evening dress with a simple design, made by famous Italian designers. Both the cuff design and waistline have strong master style.
Her Personal style is strong, and her figure is highly outlined. In general, some models can not control it, so it is especially suitable for Rose Kinson.
She is like the favorite of God, and when she appears, she attracts the attention of many gentlemen.
A good young man courts her, a beautiful maiden whom he loves.
Belle Kinson rejoiced in her sister's advantage, "Sister Rose, look, many people are looking at you."
"Shh, do not talk nonsense, we are here to play." Rose Kinson took her hand and smiled gently and demurely.
Of course, there will be many people watching her. She sewed this dress with all her heart, to get the effect of impressing people on this occasion.
"Sister Rose, we are sitting in the front row. Let us go quickly." Belle Kinson can not wait for the performance to begin.
And Rose Kinson's eyes wander into everyone's face.
Probably Meny knows she's coming, and she'll come to meet her in person...
At that moment, the usher came with many gift boxes and distributed them to the guests one by one.
In the hands of her sisters, they are also one for each person, "Sorry, this is a gift from the organizer. You may enter directly at this point tomorrow with your tickets."
Belle Kinson did not quite understand what was meant by that.
The usher apologized sincerely, "Because there was an accident on the road section today, the promoter could not come, so the music night has been postponed until tomorrow."
Belle Kinson nodded in understanding, stood up, and walked out.
Rose Kinson's eyebrows drew together slightly. "I'll ask my friend first."
She dialed the number, but there was no answer.
She sensed something was wrong.
Belle Kinson did not notice her sister's expression. She was pleasantly surprised when she took a beautiful handbag out of the gift box, "Wow, Sister Rose, see, it's a complete set of handmade dolls with MW common names!"
Many M fans try their best to get together and have money just to get the whole set.
And this time, the organizer sent them a whole set directly!
On the way back, Rose Kinson was busy with herself.
Belle Kinson, holding hands and playing.
Suddenly, the body braked sharply, and the two people sitting in it leaned forward due to the inertia.
Belle Kinson's box rolled down, and she stooped to pick it up before she could sit down again.
"I am sorry, Belle, are you all right?" Rose Kinson looked at his sister with concern, "The front has gone red. I was not paying attention."
Belle Kinson raised HER hand and looked at it. He patted the ash on it. As an afterthought, she looked at his sister, "I am fine, but what's wrong with you, Sister Rose. You are driving very steadily. Is there something on your mind?"
She had not counted on even this fool knowing she had something on her mind, and Rose Kinson's heart went weak, "Nothing, just a little tired."
"Then I'll drive."
"No, it's all right."
As she gazed at the road ahead of her, she still wondered what had happened to M.
Will her hopes be dashed, will her rank among the top ladies .
...
The hospital's payment office.
After paying the fee, the assistant cheerfully accepted the bill.
Meny had been thoroughly examined. There was nothing wrong with him. He was strong and healthy.
But when he turned around, Meny standing on the sidelines, frowning.
"What's wrong?"
Meny slowly raised head, his eyes were absent, and her tone was low, "I want to see William Black and that sister. I wonder if he has any internal injuries?"
At this moment, he saw the image of the motorcycle girl rise in front of his eyes, which still gave him a lingering fear when he thought of it.
What kind of feeling could make him so desperate?
His heart leapt uncontrollably as if there was an answer ready to come out.
The assistant sighed softly, "Yes, the girl did not know why. Today she especially saved our lives. I blamed myself for rushing to have you look when I entered the hospital, and I did not take care of her."
Meny's thoughts are filled with images of girls rising out of the air and banging their heads heavily against the window. The discomfort and joy in his heart are intertwined, making him hesitate.
"I do not even know her name."
He'll be returning home soon, so there's not much chance of finding her.
Meny takes a deep breath and stops hesitating, "Rest for now, and I'll find her myself."
The assistant holds the cell phone he dropped on the car and says to his back, "Uh, there are several missed calls on your phone. It seems it's your pen pal. Are not you going to look at it first?"
When the voice hit the floor, there was Meny.
Meny went straight to the service desk and asked with a smile, "Hello, what ward is the nurse who came to the hospital with William on now?"
As soon as the nurse on duty heard William's name, she immediately replied, "Sorry, we will not disclose the patient's news."
It's not that you can not, but you can not reveal William's information.
Meny is still a teenager in life, and he does not know much about the common sense of life, so he thinks he can not ask the patient of the ward.
He peels the skin off his head to search ward by ward.
In any case, he must find the savior.
For him, his life is hers.
During this time, knocking on the door disturbs the patient's peace, and Meny provokes some curses as well.
The thin-skinned teenager is even more embarrassed: "Sorry, sorry, I did not mean to disturb your peace."
Until he knocked on a ward door, the door was unlocked, and there was no force between his fingers, just a knock, and the door opened.
"Sorry, I did not mean to open the door without permission. The door was not locked."
The words fell. He just looked up to see the two people in the ward, gradually raised his eyebrows and began to smile.
Finally, he found them.
His benefactor.
Meny entered and nodded politely towards William Black: "William Black."
Then he looked cautiously at Mary Kinson, and his clear, childlike eyes lit up warmly. His voice was a little nervous and full of expectation, "Hello."