The two of them followed the main road for sightseeing, because Kong Chenhe thought it was better not to go inside the park, as it would be embarrassing if he got lost. They just walked along the outer edge of the park, as long as they were in the right direction. Yu Xinting said, from the art center to the park The distance is only a few hundred meters.

When he reached the next intersection, Kong Chenhe had a sense of direction: "The hotel I looked at before is just this way...Who do you want to see?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Friend, there is a beautiful woman. I know her from Xinting."

Kong Chenhe: "...I didn't listen to her."

Yang Jingxing was shocked: "I know too many beauties... Are you hungry? Find something to eat."

Kong Chenhe shook his head: "If you are hungry, I will go with you."

Yang Jingxing's fighting spirit was high: "I can bear it. Wait until night...Give me the bag, I will use up more energy."

Kong Chenhe chuckled and handed over the heavy bag: "I'll take it myself later. It won't look good if others see it."

Yang Jingxing knew: "What the West loves to talk about is the spirit of gentleman... I carry a camera to take pictures." Gentlemen have to pinch other girls' bags.

Kong Chenhe was a little nervous: "There's no rush."

"Come on, come on." Yang Jingxing couldn't wait any longer: "Let her see it later. We also have photos."

Kong Chenhehe: "Not as much as her..."

According to girls’ travel psychology, taking pictures is probably the top priority. At first, Kong Chenhe was a little reluctant to let go, but after being encouraged by Yang Jingxing for a few words, he gradually found the feeling. It seemed that every few steps he took was a good background for taking pictures. Yang Jingxing himself felt that She didn't want to take pictures, so she took the camera and made Kong Chenhe smile brighter.

Manhattan is not that big anymore. After a while, it felt like we were at the right angle of the park. It was such a big roundabout. After careful observation, the two of us confirmed that the road on the left side of the park is Broadway.

Kong Chenhe was 100% certain that the Art Center was on Broadway. If he kept walking that way, he would definitely be able to reach it, but he didn't know whether it would be on the left or the right.

Yang Jingxing thought it looked familiar: "Xinting seems to have taken pictures here, with a fountain and a pillar in the middle."

Kong Chenhe observed carefully from across the street: "It seems... there may be more places like this."

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry: "Go over and have a look."

When I walked into the carousel and took a look, I saw that yes, what Yang Jingxing called the big weight in the photo was right there. Such ugly things couldn't be found everywhere.

Kong Chenhe was so happy that he jumped up and down. Yes, yes, this angel statue with wings has an image. Yu Xinting also sent a photo: "...it's just a landscape photo. She took it herself, so I didn't show it to you."

After some observation, it turned out that it was to commemorate Columbus. Such a great figure, but the Americans just took over such a large area. It was far from grand and luxurious. Yang Jingxing despised it: "Is it just like this when you see it with your own eyes? It's a shame for me." I’ve been jealous for a long time after looking at the photo... Come on, take a photo, I want to overwhelm her with my momentum, let’s be creative.”

Kong Chenhe was laughing, but he couldn't get creative: "...she wants to laugh at me."

Yang Jingxing couldn't figure it out: "What's so funny about this? They're all so afraid of people laughing..."

Now that he's on Broadway, Kong Chenhe is ready to accept the influence and impact of art, but looking up, it doesn't seem to be any different.

As they walked, Yang Jingxing pointed to the opposite side: "Is it over there?"

"What?" Kong Chenhe observed, and then he was a little disappointed: "It's really... so close, so small."

It is really an art center. The colors and circles of the square where Yu Xinting took a picture are so pitifully small that they are not as good as the mini fountain on the front of a domestic three-star hotel.

Perhaps thinking that his good friend was in that area now, Kong Chenhe became excited again: "Can't get through? I'm afraid people will see me!"

Yang Jingxing reiterated that he had nothing to be ashamed of.

The two of them strode across the street and stood in front of the small square. They were 200% sure again, and then walked up the steps. By the way, on the right side is the Avery Fisher Concert Hall. It is not small, but it is obviously not as good as Pu Hai.

Grand Theater.

After standing firm, Kong Chenhe became even more excited: "Look!"

There is a large concert poster of new works hanging at the right angle of the building of the concert hall. There is a program list at the bottom of the poster, which is three pieces of music, an overture by a Japanese composer, a work by an American composer that looks quite modern from the name, and then Yang Jingxing

Symphony No. 1.

Yang Jingxing laughed, and then he noticed that Kong Chenhe was standing there with a beautiful expression that seemed to be a little touched, so he pointed at the camera and clicked the shutter.

Kong Chenhe came back to his senses, grinned silently in protest, and looked at his watch again: "It's only four-ten."

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry: "Let's take a look and wait until they get off work."

After walking around the concert hall first, Kong Chen felt relieved. He didn't meet many people, and no one recognized Yang Jingxing. Of course, he was a little disappointed because he didn't hear the sound of music. He said he should be rehearsing now.

Looking around again, I found that Yu Xinting did not help Americans to be modest. It was indeed not as big as Kong Chenhe imagined. But overall it is still good, the appearance is quite attractive, and it does have a lot of art forms, theaters, and opera houses.

, ballet...

After taking as many pictures as beautiful as possible, Kong Chenhe sighed. In fact, the hardware didn't look too exaggerated, but why the artistic influence here is so great? It must be mostly due to human factors.

Kong Chenhe was able to serve as Yang Jingxing's tour guide. He led him with ease. Across the street from the concert hall is the Juilliard School. The famous Juilliard School of Music has a teaching influence worthy of being next to the Art Center.

However, Kong Chenhe is actually a little disgusted with those who always want to squeeze the name of the school into no matter how brief the self-introduction, especially the Chinese, especially the Chinese who are not doing well...the ones who are doing well are even more hateful.

!

During Puyin’s school anniversary last year, a certain violinist who graduated from Juilliard told Puyin students during the school’s exchange activities: Don’t worship me. In the history of Juilliard, only two people’s visits to the school count as

It caused a bit of a stir. One was Horowitz, the other was Karajan, and the others, such as Qin Mengli, Kissing, Abbado, etc., basically no one took a second look when walking in the school...

Yang Jingxing and Kong Chenhe walked around the school. Others didn't even look at them and ignored them completely. However, the more they looked at them, the happier they became. Hahahaha, brothers and sisters of Puyin, please don't be discouraged just because the school is small.

I feel inferior, look at the size of the Zhuli Tower building with several floors, Puyin is simply majestic and huge.

However, Kong Chenhe still took a photo standing at the "school gate" of Juilliard, which is far inferior to Puyin.

Finally, it was almost five o'clock. Kong Chenhe knew that the Americans got off work at a very precise time. The two of them followed the plan and ran to the subway station across the street to wait. They were able to monitor the concert hall door and the parking lot exit at the same time. Although they were meeting friends.

, Kong Chenhe also had to pull out the mirror and pull his hair, regardless of whether Yang Jingxing smiled or not...

As a result, Yang Jingxing's phone rang first, and it was Lexian who called: "Are you here?"

Yang Jingxing said: "We're here, where are you?"

Le Xian said: "In the center, the rehearsal just ended. How about it, are you still getting used to it?"

Yang Jingxing did not answer: "Are you and Yu Xinting together?"

Le Xian: "No, we met in the morning. I guess she should be in her practice room now... haven't you contacted her yet?"

"Not yet." Yang Jingxing was surprised: "I didn't mean to rehearse the symphony in the afternoon."

Le Xian explained: "Yes, I said the same thing yesterday. I changed it temporarily. Yeromil went to find new inspiration. You know, the pain of art. Don't worry, there are still two days left. It has already exceeded the original plan. He

We strive to be perfect. How did you arrange it and when will we come to see it? I’m waiting for it.”

Yang Jingxing didn't care about this: "Do me a favor and go see if Yu Xinting is still there. I'm outside now. Help me invite her out and see if I scare her."

Le Xian didn't know whether he was hesitant or disgusted. After being silent for a while, he asked: "...Who are you with? Why didn't anyone tell you?"

Yang Jingxing: "I sneaked here from the hotel myself, they don't know."

Le Xian was silent again, and then understood: "...Surprise, isn't it, haha."

Yang Jingxing corrected him: "Scared...you guys come out from the front door, and I'll hide next to you. Let's act more realistic."

Le Xian was embarrassed: "I'll go take a look and try my best... What's the excuse? Have a drink? She must be waiting for news from you too."

Yang Jingxing taught: "Just say that I called you and asked you to have coffee. The point is not me..."

Kong Chenhe was anxious. He still felt that the focus was on Yang Jingxing, but he could find something to cover up this much-anticipated legend...

It was a little after five o'clock, and one car after another came out of the underground parking lot and drove onto Broadway, but there were also many people going to the subway station.

The legendary figure was hiding next to the underground pedestrian passage on the left hand side in front of the concert hall door. He used the wall and the sign as cover and added a stack of newspapers to poke his head in. Fortunately, there were no clues around him.

It was at least a quarter after five o'clock when Lexian and Yu Xinting walked out of the door side by side. Yu Xinting was pretty good enough. She wore gray open-top boots and black slim pants. Her upper body was a fashionable red long coat suitable for a twenty-year-old, with black and white underneath.

A somewhat complicated shirt that looks like a base layer, tied into a thin brown belt. Although she doesn’t wear makeup, this girl will not embarrass her motherland when she walks on the streets of Manhattan. The most obvious evolution is the bag, which is more elegant and stable than before.

Much more. The thing that has not improved the most is the hairstyle, which is basically the same as before.

Lexian looked around as soon as he went out. Yu Xinting also observed it for a while, then she said something to Lexian and walked down the steps together. Judging from their expressions, the two of them seemed to be talking about art, and they were both serious.

After walking down the steps, the two of them stood on the roadside at the entrance to the parking lot. After looking left and right, they walked towards Yang Jingxing. Their target should be the zebra crossing over there.

Yang Jingxing could hear the two of them talking, Le Xian said: "You call her again, we will go there first, it doesn't matter, Yang Jingxing definitely wants to meet someone too."

Yu Xinting said: "Besides, she is a bit shy. In fact, I have tried to persuade her many times..." Her voice did not change, but she seemed to be full of breath and making progress.

It was difficult to attack from behind, so Yang Jingxing could only jump out from the wall and make a show of leaking vagina: "Aha." He was only wearing casual pants and a shirt.

Le Xian was really startled, but Yu Xinting did not move. She stood looking in front of her, so steady that she seemed a bit cold.

The big eyes stared at the small eyes for a few seconds, and Le Xian got what he wanted and laughed: "Are you scared?"

Yu Xinting still didn't move.

Yang Jingxing tried again: "Ha, hey, bang..." combined with the movements.

Yu Xinting finally gave her face, smiled, and kept it, quite ladylike, but other parts of her face changed a little, as if she was really frightened and a little aggrieved, her brows were a little squeezed toward the middle. Her skin was still pretty good

, white and tender with ruddy color, and the hair on the mouth is still fine. However, the weight may have increased a little compared to when I went abroad.

Yang Jingxing was also satisfied and watched Yu Xinting walk over: "Let's go and check the homework."

Yu Xinting twitched the corner of her mouth a little more than before, but made no sound or movement.

Yang Jingxing looked at the strings: "She hasn't learned it in a short time since she came out, and you haven't learned it either?"

Lexian asked: "What to study?"

Yang Jingxing said: "When you see an old friend, you have to hug them. Isn't that the case for everyone?"
To be continued...