At first, a few people were pushed onto the stage by everyone.
Someone came on stage to sing a song, someone else came on stage to play a piece of piano, and a young master who came often came to the stage to paint a picture.
When no one recommended themselves, the host asked again: "Does anyone else want to come up and play? You can play anything to liven up our atmosphere. Mr. Jiang and the others are looking forward to everyone's performance. I heard that the violinist Mr. Qi
You still want to take on a disciple, but no one is interested?"
Yinyue stood by and commented on several people who performed on stage.
Wen Jiujiu watched all this with an indifferent expression.
Wen Ya was pushed up by Song Yuelan. Song Yuelan winked at her desperately, "Yaya, you are so good at the violin, go up and perform for everyone."
Wen Ya came on stage. She took a violin and looked at everyone in the audience, "Hello everyone, I'm Wen Ya. I don't play very well, so I'm making a fool of myself."
Then she started playing.
She plays the violin really well, after all, Song Yuelan spent a lot of money to train her.
Song Yuelan was very satisfied with what she saw in the audience. She glanced towards Wen Jiujiu from time to time, just thinking that it was fortunate that Wen Jiujiu was not going up.
If it was warm wine, she would be completely embarrassed.
People who come from ravines are naturally not good at anything, not even piano, chess, calligraphy or painting. There is really nothing they can do except embarrass themselves.
"This song is original, it sounds really nice!"
“Not bad, very good!”
"Oh my God, that sounds so good. She is so humble. She just said that her procrastination was not very good!"
"Wen Ya, is this the daughter of the Wen family?"
"Look at Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi seems to be very satisfied and keeps nodding!"
"Holy crap, did this Shabi steal the song you wrote? Ha, she actually played it in front of you?" Yin Yue's face almost cracked as soon as she heard the song.
It’s so funny, this song was clearly written by Jiujiu.
I wrote it a long time ago, but somehow it fell into Wen Ya’s hands.
Wen Jiujiu also raised his eyebrows, looking surprised.
She had gone back to Wen Ya's house and lost some scores she had written, but she never expected that they would fall into Wen Ya's hands.
After Wen Ya's song ended, many people in the audience asked curiously, "Ms. Wen, is this a song you wrote yourself?"
Wen Ya looked in the direction of Mr. Qi and saw that Mr. Qi was also looking at her. She said timidly, "The writing is not very good and there are still many shortcomings."
"Such a great song, so perfect!"
"There are no shortcomings at all!"
"Mr. Qi is very satisfied!"
"Ha--" Yinyue was simply stunned by Wen Ya's shamelessness. She stood up almost instantly, raised her glass and said, "Wen Ya, isn't she? She's a bit shameless. She's so ugly, and she's secretly
Someone else’s song?”
"Stealing other people's music?"
Everyone was attracted by Yin Yue's words, and all looked at Yin Yue.
Wen Jiujiu was too lazy to talk to her at first, but she didn't know that Yin Yue had such a hot temper that she didn't have time to hold her back.
"I didn't steal other people's music, I wrote it myself." Wen Ya felt aggrieved, looking like she was being bullied and it made people feel distressed.
"You wrote it yourself, and it sounds so ugly, isn't it ridiculous?" Yin Yue was furious, "This is the number written by my friend!"
"Do you have any evidence?" Wen Ya glanced at Wen Jiujiu, still looking timid and innocent.
Is it possible to make this song warm wine?
She may have some talent for writing music, but violin lessons cost a lot of money, and she, a poor person, must have never learned them.
This chapter has been completed!