Mu Xiangqing ran out of patience, turned to face Hu Ailin, and said in pure and fluent F-slang, "Since Miss Hu wants to see it, I'll give you some face."

Cui Ruxuan and Hong Antong were not surprised that Mu Xiangqing could speak F. It was necessary for them to learn multiple languages ​​when they were young. Mu Xiangqing was the fastest among them to learn the language.

Yu Qingyu was shocked, and she didn't understand what it meant.

Hu Ailin was surprised by Mu Xiangqing's fluent words. She didn't expect that she could speak F slang so well.

The corners of Sikong Jue's lips curled up. He heard a lot about Mu Xiangqing's skills from the conversations between Mu Xiangqing and Lu Rifeng every day.

Now I discovered something else.

Just as the piano was delivered, Mu Xiangqing walked up and sat down.

Everyone's attention is attracted.

"Is Miss Mu going to perform a show?"

"Isn't it about Hong Antong's performance? It's her every year."

"This is the first time Mu Xiangqing has participated in more than ten years. You must want to stand out."

"Why did I hear that she can't do anything?"

"That's what I heard, too. I don't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy or painting. I only know how to fight."

"Then she's going to cause embarrassment."

"I don't think she will do anything stupid."

Yue Yuxiu frowned when she saw this, "What kind of trick is she trying to do again? Keqi, let someone call Ah Qing down."

Zhong Keqi looked up and looked for her daughter. It was obviously her show, but she didn't ask anyone to call Mu Xiangqing. If Mu Xiangqing was embarrassed, it would also make everyone's impression of her brother worse.

"Mom, brother is here."

Yue Yuxiu looked at her son Zhong Nanming. He didn't speak, and others didn't dare to say anything.

The host looked at Zhong Nanming in embarrassment, but seeing that he didn't say anything, he just pretended that nothing happened and said, "I would like to ask Miss Mu Xiangqing to play a piece for the 60th anniversary of the Zhong family."

Mu Xiangqing closed her eyes and placed her slender fingers on the black and white keys. She had not played for a long time. She did not allow herself to make mistakes, not because it would embarrass her, but because it would embarrass her mother.

As you press your fingertips, a beautiful melody slowly sounds.

At first, everyone disagreed. Most people who knew Mu Xiangqing had preconceived distrust. From the bottom of their hearts, they did not believe that Mu Xiangqing could play a good piece of music, and they wanted to find fault.

Gradually, expressions of surprise appeared on everyone's faces, and then they fell into the beautiful fantasy that Mu Xiangqing had sketched for them, making people feel so comfortable that they could not extricate themselves.

Sikong Jue didn't realize how gentle and infatuated he was looking at Mu Xiangqing at this moment. At this moment, she was the only one in his eyes.

Zhong Nanming is very proud, very proud.

My daughter has been smart since she was a child and can learn anything very quickly. As long as she wants to learn, she can learn very well, but later she is unwilling to learn anything or say anything.

The enthusiastic kid who loved to laugh and play was gone.

Mu Dongqi's expression was one of yearning. At the moment when his niece was playing the piano, he seemed to see his eighteen-year-old sister, who was so beautiful. At that time, everyone who knew him envied him for having such an outstanding sister.

Nothing can go back.

When Mu Xiangqing put away his fingertips, the music stopped, and everyone seemed to be waking up from a dream.

Cui Ruxuan was the first to applaud. Her eyes were hot. Mu Xiangqing had hidden herself since Mu Xiangqing's mother's accident. She hadn't seen such a bright Mu Xiangqing for a long time.

She is looking forward to the return of the old Mu Xiangqing.

Hong Antong was the second one to applaud. She knew best how perfect and powerful this cousin Mu Xiangqing had been. She had been her role model.

Everyone applauded together, Mu Xiangqing deserved it, and all their astonished eyes were on her.

The most shocked person was Yue Yuxiu. She never knew that her granddaughter could play such a beautiful and powerful piece of music.

It's because Yue Yuxiu never cared about her granddaughter, even before.

Zhong Keqi originally wanted to see her niece embarrass herself, but she could play this piece without any flaws, and her carefully cultivated daughter might not be able to do it.

Among the guests was an internationally renowned piano master. After listening to Mu Xiangqing's playing, he couldn't help but praise, "Miss Mu, your playing is perfect. Your music is beautiful. I have never heard it before."

Mu Xiangqing stood up, walked towards Master He, nodded slightly, and said politely, "Thank you, Mr. He, for your compliment. That is a piece of music composed by my mother, Mu Wanying."

This piece was also the first piece that Mu Xiangqing learned to practice piano.

"She is really talented." Master He also knew that Mu Xiangqing's mother had passed away, so the topic changed, "I wonder if Miss Mu is interested in becoming my close disciple?"

"Mr. He, thanks to wrong love, I have a teacher." Mu Xiangqing said proudly.

Master He was very sorry when he heard this, "That's such a pity."

"Master He all praised Mu Xiaoxiangqing for being so awesome."

"Wow, Mu Xiangqing is so lucky to be a close disciple of Master He."

"But Mu Xiangqing's playing is really nice, but I can't do it."

"I used to think Hong Antong was great, but I didn't expect Mu Xiangqing to be even better."

"It doesn't matter if she's good at the piano, but she's still bad at reading."

"Don't you think Mu Xiangqing, who was playing the piano just now, is particularly attractive? It's like the light of the world was taken away by her at that moment."

Sikong Jue felt that Mu Xiangqing was particularly proud when he said those words, but also felt deep longing for her.

The only thing that is clear is that Zhong Nanming’s daughter’s teacher was his wife. At that time, mother and daughter often played together, and listening to them play the piano was the happiest thing for him.

Mu Xiangqing walked up to Hu Ailin, still using fluent F slang, "Miss Hu, please give me some advice."

Hu Ailin's face was ugly, and she felt as if she had been slapped in the face. Master He asked her if she could find any flaws, "Miss Mu, you play very well."

Mu Xiangqing didn't bother anymore, passed Hu Ailin and left.

But it was embarrassing enough for Hu Ailin, at least in her opinion.

Not many people present could speak slang, but Hu Ailin answered in Xia Guohua. I guessed that Mu Xiangqing's question was to ask how her playing was.

Originally, there was only time to play one piece of music, so Hong Antong did not go up again.

The host announced the next program, an auction, and the proceeds will be donated to mountain primary schools.

Everyone moved to the auction hall on the third floor.

Mu Xiangqing originally wanted to continue their trip to the museum with Sikong Jue, but Hu Ailin, who had lost face, would certainly not let her leave so easily, "Miss Mu, I don't know what you are planning to auction. It is very exciting. Also,

Won’t you let your friend see the world too?”

Just now, Hu Ailin noticed that this gentle boy had been following Mu Xiangqing. She looked at his clothes and found that they were all of no brand, so she thought he was a child from a poor family.

If you can't get any favors from Mu Xiangqing, then start with the people around her.

Mu Xiangqing asked Sikong Jue, "Do you want to go?"

"I really have something to buy." Sikong Jue just went out to answer the phone when his partner called, saying that the laboratory needs a kind of ore now, and it happened to be available at the Zhong's anniversary auction today.

Hu Ailin couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and then covered her mouth with her hand, "I'm sorry, I thought of something very funny."

Mu Xiangqing ignored her and said to Sikong Jue, "Let's go then."

In the elevator, Mu Xiangqing took out her mobile phone and sent a message.

Arriving on the third floor, the secretary saw Mu Xiangqing coming and immediately stepped forward, "Miss, your seat is in front."

It was Zhong Nanming who specifically asked him to wait for Mu Xiangqing here.

"He wants to sit next to me and give him a sign."

Upon hearing this, the secretary looked at the tall boy next to Mu Xiangqing. Although he had an outstanding temperament, he didn't recognize him. He still said respectfully, "Yes, Miss, please come this way."

Seeing his daughter coming, Zhong Nanming smiled brightly and handed the auction brochure to her, "Aqing, take a look."

Mu Xiangqing was not interested in these, but wanted to know what Sikong Jue wanted to buy.

Seeing his daughter taking the booklet, Zhong Nanming was even happier, "Dad, I'll take a picture of whatever you want."

Mu Xiangqing didn't answer. Zhong Nanming didn't care and asked someone to pour Mu Xiangqing a glass of juice and bring snacks.

Mu Xiangqing flipped through the auction brochures and found nothing special.

Sikong Jue said, "No. 8."

Number eight?

Mu Xiangqing turned to number 8, frowned, and two question marks appeared in her cold, bright eyes.

Yue Yuxiu said, "Aqing, who did you bring here?"

Sikong Jue could hear Yue Yuxiu's disgust, but he ignored it.

Mu Xiangqing put away her thoughts and looked at Yue Yuxiu, "Grandma, he is my friend."

Yue Yuxiu wanted to say something else, but Zhong Nanming said first, "Mom, what do you want to take a picture of?"

He couldn't see through the boy Sikong Jue. He was obviously just the same age as his daughter. He gave him a very mysterious feeling. The Su family has never been simple.

Although he did not know Sikong Jue's mother Su Yuan, her ability and strength were well-known. However, after the Su family retired to seclusion, there was less news about the Su family.

The only news about the Su family in recent years is Su Yi.
To be continued...