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89. Chapter 89 He chooses a song for her

On the score, there are three words written "White Moonlight".

It was a love song by Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Leslie Cheung. However, he seemed to have made some adjustments to the original score. It was obvious that the score had been revised several times.

"I've already chosen the tune..."

"Sing this!" His tone was commanding.

"But..." She has been practicing the song "As Soon As Soon As Soon As Possible". Although she likes this piece, it is far less familiar than "As Soon as Possible".

Leng Zimo raised his face and said, "Either sing this or quit the competition!"

Although she didn't have much contact with him, Luo Xiaoqian knew that he would do what he said.

Now, music is her only spiritual sustenance, and she can no longer lose it. Moreover, she does not want to anger him anymore, but her current body cannot bear his anger at all.

So, she said.

"Okay, I'll sing!"

Putting the cigar on the ashtray, Leng Zimo picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and ate it politely.

Hey, that's her noodles, okay?

Forget it, who is the financier and the uncle? She just boils another bag.

"Go practice the piano!"

Before she could walk to the kitchen, he had already spoken again.

Is he trying to torture her in different ways?

Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and stopped, glanced at the almost-empty bowl in front of him, pursed her lips, and turned around to walk into the piano room.

The piano room was filled with smoke.

Damn it, how many cigars did he smoke? Did he smoke here all night?!

After slamming the door, Luo Xiaoqian sat down in front of the piano angrily.

"Authoritarian, tyrant..."

He couldn't hear it anyway, so she scolded very loudly.

After I finished scolding, I seemed to feel much better, and then I was in the mood to look at the music score.

This piece of music is the work of Japanese composer Toshiaki Matsumoto. It is inspired by the moonlight and is as poetic as a narrative. This piece of music may seem simple, but it touches people's hearts directly. How dare he change such a piece?!

With a bit of curiosity and a bit of doubt, Luo Xiaoqian put down the music score, put her hands on the piano, and sang and played according to the revised music score.

"Bai Yueguang, somewhere in my heart.

So bright, yet so cold.

Everyone has a period of sadness.

I want to hide it, but I want to cover it up..."

He didn't make much changes to the whole song, just slightly adjusting a few scales and adding a piano solo in the middle. However, after these simple modifications, the song became more suitable for her voice.

After the initial doubt, she got into the mood easily, and by the time she finished singing, her face was filled with tears again.

Why did he choose this song? Was he just trying to make her sad?!

"Don't cry!"

Leng Zimo's voice suddenly came from the door.

Luo Xiaoqian was startled, and when she turned around, he had already strode to the piano.

"Do you want to impress the judges with your tears? Let me tell you, sensationalism is useless in my EM company's competition. I want you to be a singer, not an actor. I want you to sing, not cry. Music

What is it? Music is the sound of the soul. Your sadness should be sung, not cried. If you can't even do this, what qualifications do you have to sing? To be famous and make money, you might as well go back upstairs now.

Learn how to please me!"

His voice was not high-pitched, but it revealed unconcealable anger.

Did he change the song all night just to make her cry?

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