Chapter 494: nightmare

Chapter 494 Nightmare

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you." After Hua Zhi finished speaking, he got up and went to the stage, then ran to An Chen's side, and followed her all the time.

Life is too bitter and too tiring. Huazhi felt that he was about to collapse, and now An Chen was the only motivation to support him, as if seeing his precious Chen more, life would become sweeter.

"How is it? Isn't it great?" An Chen is like a child waiting to be praised.

"Excellent, why is our baby Chen so good!" Hua Zhi rubbed An Chen's head, and then found that his mobile phone was ringing. After seeing the caller, Hua Zhi walked to a corner by himself.

"Hello, Mr. Hua, I'm sorry to inform you of this news..." Hua Zhi froze in place after hearing the previous sentence.

His limbs seemed to have been exhausted, and he slowly slid against the wall to the ground.

The phone was hung up at some point, and his entire soul seemed to have left his body.

I don't know how long I was on the ground in a daze, and the voice of An Chen queuing up over there slowly came from my ear.

Hua Zhi supported the wall with his hands and stood up slowly, then left the lecture hall quietly.

When he was about to walk to the gate of the Conservatory of Music, Hua Zhi sent a message to An Chen, telling him that he had left beforehand, but he would definitely come back before the school celebration tomorrow.

Hua Zhi bought a plane ticket back to Philadelphia and left Shanghai overnight.

After going through the formation and rehearsal on An Chen's side, An Chen didn't see Hua Zhi anywhere, and just as he took out his phone to call him, he saw this message.

"I have something to do, so I'm leaving first, and I'll be back tomorrow."

An Chen talked to Ji Xuan who was next to him, and then dialed the phone, but no one answered.

After a while, An Chen dialed again and the phone was already turned off, but An Chen received another text message from Huazhi.

"My phone will run out of battery soon, don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow."

An Chen always had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't know the origin of this feeling, so he restarted the whole performance in the lecture hall, and An Chen asked them all to go back to rest.

They were on their way back to the hotel, Ji Xuan suddenly remembered something.

"Chenchen, grandpa explained that you will be the conductor for the school celebration tomorrow."

"What? Didn't you say that the conductor is your grandfather?" An Chen looked surprised.

"Chenchen, admit it."

"Trick me again, we didn't bring any formal clothes, and the conductor can't wear sportswear."

"Don't worry about this. Your suit GE for tomorrow has been arranged and is on the way. It will arrive tomorrow morning."

"Brother Ji Xuan, did you already know that Grandpa changed the conductor?"

"Hey, Brother Ling Han and I know it too."

An Chen let out a long sigh, the two rebelled too quickly, and Wei Ze was the worst, colluding with Ji Xuan and Ling Han.

Back to the hotel, An Chen went back to the room directly. She was still a little worried about Hua Zhi, so she made another phone call, but still turned off the phone.

After calling several times in a row, An Chen put down his phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After coming out, he called Huazhi again.

Still no one answered, so An Chen put the phone aside. Tomorrow is another very busy day, An Chen didn't stay up all night, and wrapped himself in the quilt directly.

Closing her eyes, An Chen was still flustered. She always felt that something was going to happen. She hadn't had a dream for a long time, but this night An Chen had a nightmare.

The blood was red in the dream, she saw her parents died tragically in front of her, she saw her dead teammates, she saw the place where blood was dripping and bullets rained down.

No matter how well you do, there are still people pointing fingers, even if you are a mess, there are still people singing praises. So don't fall into the eyes of others, what you need to please is only yourself.

(end of this chapter)

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