The city lights had just come on.
Chu Ge took a taxi to the opera house where Robin was performing.
Class was class. Other stars held their concerts in stadiums; this guy used an opera house.
That meant fewer seats, and it also meant an extremely niche audience. People who came to listen to pure piano performances were already a niche within a niche, all "upper-class people" or artsy music lovers.
Chu Ge was neither. After playing so many flute-and-zither duets with Qiu Wuji, he barely qualified as the latter, but as Qiu Wuji had said, if they wanted to listen to a concert, they would go to one featuring traditional Chinese music.
Listening to Chopin or Mozart on the piano really did not do much for him.
It was too highbrow... He would just treat it as a break.
Sure enough, after his ticket was checked and he entered, the place was not full. Only about two-thirds of the seats were occupied, which was already more people than Chu Ge had expected.
No wonder Long Sijia had gotten tickets so easily.
His seat was neither near the front nor the back, and was rather tucked away in a corner. When he walked over, the neighboring seat was empty, which suited him just fine. Chu Ge leaned comfortably back in his chair and closed his eyes, still recalling the feeling of peering through time from inside the book.
Chu Tiange as a child, Qiu Qiu as a wandering swordswoman...
If he went further back, could he see Qiu Qiu as a Cloudreach Sect disciple, a young Qiu Qiu just starting out, an innocent teenage Qiu Qiu, a runny-nosed Qiu Qiu in split-crotch pants...?
*You wanted to see me in split-crotch pants in old photos, but it looks like I'll get