"Okay, let's stop making trouble, it's your turn!" Ziyi finally realized that enough was enough.
Yaoyao had a sullen face, feeling a little unspeakably melancholy and depressed!
"Smile..." Ziyi stretched out his hand and put a smile on Yaoyao's face,
Yaoyao grinned casually and put on a forced smile,
"It's so ugly!" Ziyi shook his head angrily and said,
Yaoyao pressed her lower lip lightly and sighed softly. She really couldn't laugh! I don't know why, she was not in the mood to make trouble today... she was a little confused...
Ziyi casually pulled out the gauze scarf and covered Yaoyao's entire head. She was really worried that Yaoyao's clown makeup would scare away all the guests!
"Yiyi, you covered my eyes, I can't see..."
Ziyi stretched out his hand to support Yaoyao and said, "I'll help you get on stage now. After you finish singing, I'll take you to wash up..."
Yaoyao walked carefully and slowly relying on her feelings...
Yaoyao's keen intuition always felt that someone seemed to be watching her passionately...
After a while, Yaoyao was sitting in the center of the stage covered by gauze...
Yaoyao calmed down, took a deep breath, and got ready to perform.
Ziyi said to the crowd crisply: "Our mysterious oiran, Qingyan, will now sing The Moon Represents My Heart for everyone, everyone applauds..."
Thunderous applause burst out, and of course there were many eager "fans" shouting loudly, "Qingyan, Qingyan..."
Based on her intuition, Yaoyao touched the strings, fiddled with them twice casually, and tuned them.
The applause seemed to be all silenced, and for a moment, there was an immediate silence.
Yaoyao cleared her throat, played the piano and started singing: "You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you, my feelings are true, my love is deep, the moon represents my heart...
You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you, my love is unwavering, my love remains unchanged, the moon represents my heart..."
The melodious sound of the piano was accompanied by a burst of clear and beautiful Xiao sounds, echoing the tune of Yaoyao step by step, playing high and low, euphemistically,