Just when Jiang Yuanyuan returned to the rest area, someone passed her by. She looked sideways and saw Zhang Meiyan's side face, which seemed a bit familiar.
Jiang Yuanyuan frowned and turned around to look, but the girl's back had disappeared from sight.
She shrugged and smiled mockingly, actually mistaking him for Jiang Tingting.
She was really dazzled.
Jiang Tingting wondered how that country bumpkin could be qualified to participate in the piano competition. Let alone her ability to touch such an elegant thing, it would feel like a stain.
At this time, on the stage, a girl bowed gracefully to the judges and audience.
The girl has a low bun, a short black skirt with sloping shoulders, and black velvet gloves on her hands. Her body is light and her exposed skin is like jade. Her smile is eye-catching.
Jiang listen!!?
Is it Jiang Tingting??
Mother Jiang and Qin Yan in the audience looked at the figure on the stage in disbelief.
Especially Jiang's mother wiped her eyes and suspected that she must have seen it wrong.
How come that rebellious girl from my family is here? She has never learned piano!
Jiang Yuanyuan, who was in the rest area, saw that the picture on the TV was dull for a few seconds, especially when the camera gave a close-up.
Jiang Tingting...is it really her?
Why is she here?
Jiang Yuanyuan felt a little uneasy for no reason. She stared at the TV and gritted her molars.
Jiang Tingting had a cold face and touched the piano keys with her delicate fingers...
It's a sharp sound.
Jiang Yuanyuan couldn't help laughing.
What else is there to play?
There is no harm if there is no comparison. Just let Daddy, Mommy and Brother Yan see how inferior this real daughter is compared to her.
Jiang Tingting, you are really asking for trouble. So what if you have also traveled through time? She is a professional at the piano.
On the stage, Jiang Tingting closed his eyes and officially started playing. His fingers were beating, and a pleasant melody flowed out one by one. The very simple melody reminded people of happy times.
The tune suddenly changed. Jiang Tingting moved his hands so fast that it was dizzying. He was helpless and depressed, and his voice was hoarse...
Everyone present had a new resonance, as if they were shrouded in dark clouds and filled with sadness.
The person on the stage is not playing the piano, she is playing with emotions, running rampant, crying, happily, and making people fall deeply into it.
At the end of the song, it turns into a joyful and beating melody, but this melody is mixed with weak weeping, which seems regretful and regretful, as close as thousands of mountains and rivers, but also as close as far away. At this moment, the notes seem like
With a new look...
When the song ended, the audience was silent for ten seconds. Then everyone stood up and thunderous applause broke out, which took a long time to disperse.
The three teachers at the judges' table were about to give scores when a man wearing a fisherman's hat walked down from the audience.
The man is thin and wears sunglasses and a hat that cover most of his face.
"Hello, may I ask politely, what is the name of this piece of music? I have never heard of it!"
The man had a special voice and his Chinese was not very good. He was a bit unfamiliar. He stood in front of the judges' table and stared at Jiang Tingting. His eyes blocked by sunglasses were full of fanatical appreciation.
Jiang Tingting stood in the center of the stage, elegant and graceful, smiled lightly, and said two words with her red lips.
"worth."
The man held his chin and pondered for a while, then raised the end of his lips.
The title of the song is worthwhile, but the whole song has no meaning at all. Even though it is pleasurable, it is still sad and lonely.
"It's worth it. Who is the composer of such a masterpiece?"
Jiang Tingting blinked.
"I!"
It was as if the mute button had been pressed at the scene.
The man was stunned for a few seconds before a smile spread across his lips again.
He seemed to have discovered some incredible treasure.
The man turned around and looked at the judges.
"It would be a waste if this piece of music was imprisoned by scores."
"It deserves to be a treasure of art."
The three judges nodded one after another with respect.
"Mr. Phil is right."
Jiang Tingting raised his eyebrows, what kind of gentleman does this have to be?