Master Rong gave kisses day and night, but the little ancestor drew her sword

Jiang Xiao looked at Ning Nuan, nodded, then flipped through the blank pages at the back of the staff book and asked, "Boss, can I use the blank pages at the back to write a new song?"

The boss wiped his tears, nodded, and brought Jiang Xiao a pen: "You write, I still have business ahead, you can create slowly, I usually don't come here."

After all, Jiang Xiao looked in the direction of the boss's finger, and it turned out that his idol's room was isolated.

The boss shook his head: "Oh, I was afraid that the mother of the child would be hurt again, so I isolated this place."

After the boss left, Jiang Xiao sat down and wrote the music on the staff. Ning Nuan looked around the environment and felt safe, so she said to Jiang Xiao, "I'll go back and get the computer for you. You write the music here first."

Until the start of the finals, Jiang Xiao showed up at the store on time at eight o'clock every morning.

But during this time, Rong Zhixing never appeared again.

Ever since he rushed out the door that day, he hasn't even said a word to Jiang Xiao.

Ning Nuan still has her own busy affairs in country D, so she still can't be by Jiang Xiao's side all the time.

Although sometimes Ning Nuan still wanted Jiang Xiao to practice at home, when abroad, she was always worried about what might happen.

But Jiang Xiao was very persistent about this matter, especially one day when she finished playing the piano and went out, she saw an old woman in tears at the door.

Later, Jiang Xiao simply didn't go back to find Ning Nuan for dinner, instead, Ning Nuan came to the store to eat with Jiang Xiao and the boss's family.

It was only now that Ning Nuan knew that the shop owner only had that one daughter.

Although the house had already been tidied up by the boss and there was no trace of her daughter, the old woman quietly showed Jiang Xiao and Ning Nuan a small box with a lock that she packed up, which contained a small photo of her daughter.

The old lady was always amazed by the fate. She never thought that the girl in front of her could be so similar to her own daughter despite her different appearance and nationality.

So for Jiang Xiao, going to the boss's shop to practice also has her own selfishness in it.

Jiang Xiao doesn't know who her mother is, but here, someone treats her as a daughter.

Although Rong's mother loves Jiang Xiao, but Jiang Xiao knows that Rong's mother always has a kind of cautiousness towards herself that does not belong to mother and daughter.

The day of the finals arrived as scheduled, Jiang Xiao just finished her makeup in the dressing room, and the door of the dressing room was opened by Ning Nuan.

Jiang Xiao looked, only to see Ning Nuan holding a water-blue skirt in her hand.

That was Jiang Xiao's costume.

"Xiao Xiao, I just went to get you a skirt, look." Ning Nuan walked over and put the damaged skirt in Jiang Xiao's hands.

At this moment, a familiar voice came: "Jiang Xiao, don't be too happy too early, you are a person who has ruined Jiang Ci's reputation, and you are not worthy of standing on the stage."

If Yu Wenwei knew that the relationship between Jiang Xiao and Jiang Ci was father and daughter, she probably regretted being so hysterical in public.

When Jiang Xiao saw the damaged skirt, her heart was naturally full of dissatisfaction, but she just looked at Yu Wenwei, her face was rippling with pride, so she could only suppress the anger in her heart and said: "How can such an upright person like Miss Yuwen not What about playing tricks?"

Ning Nuan pressed Jiang Xiao's shoulder, and walked towards Yu Wenwei with the skirt: "Miss Yuwen, you have to pay the price for this skirt."

After saying this, Yu Wenwei laughed loudly: "What am I supposed to be? It's only a few hundred thousand, I just want to see you make a fool of yourself in front of the stage! Yu Wenwei is not interested in owing this money, and my secretary will transfer it to you later. you."

After that, she turned and left.

Ning Nuan sat on the side looking for a shop to adjust her dress.

Jiang Xiao's makeup has been finished, and the first performance in front of the stage has begun.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door of the dressing room.

The door opened, and the staff walked in with an old woman.

She walked in, quickly took out a well-wrapped dress from the big bag she was carrying, and showed it to Jiang Xiao with a little coyness: "Thank you for staying with me during this time, this dress was made for me before." My daughter's, but it has never been finished, after seeing you, I have the motivation to continue, so I changed the original skirt according to your figure."

Jiang Xiao looked at the lotus root pink skirt, the flowers and folds on it were so appropriate.

"Auntie, this is too precious."

Jiang Xiao still wanted to be polite, but now it was imminent, she took the skirt and followed others to the dressing room to change.

When he came back, Ning Nuan probably told the old woman about Yu Wenwei, his expression was not as kind as before.

"Son, God always favors kind geniuses, go boldly, and I will guard you too." The old woman was not so tall due to aging, and she raised her hand to pat Jiang Xiao's head with some difficulty.

"Miss Jiang, it's time for you to play immediately." The game came to remind the audience.

Jiang Xiao agreed, and reached out to the old woman: "Then can you send me to the stage?"

The old woman's old eyes filled with tears instantly: "Okay."

When Jiang Xiao appeared on the stage again, Ning Nuan patted the old lady: "I'll take you to the auditorium to watch."

The old woman shook her head: "It's been a long time since I watched my daughter play the piano from this angle."

Ning Nuan nodded slightly, and silently stood aside and looked at Jiang Xiao: "Although I haven't known her for decades, I still feel that now, but standing here, I suddenly realized that she has grown very tall. big."

When Jiang Xiao appeared wearing a skirt made by an old woman, there was an uproar in the scene.

Beauty can not only be described in terms of beauty, she is still her, but she seems to be a different person, full of a sacred sense of brokenness.

She sat down in front of the piano without accompaniment. She first played the prelude of "Little Star" slowly within a few seconds, and then played the eight keys together, which immediately changed the atmosphere from childlike to painful.

Occasionally, the sound of the piano seems like a brook flowing through the spring, occasionally like a hurricane rolled up in the Pacific Ocean, and then it gradually seems like a creek fighting against the hurricane, and then gradually returns to plainness.

No one shed tears, because this kind of shock can no longer be reflected in simple emotions like tears.

At the end of the song, the scene has been quiet for a long time, and people have not recovered from the story narrated by the sound of the piano.

Jiang Xiao got up and said softly to everyone: "This song is only used to pay tribute to my music idol, Hill. I met Hill's parents by chance, and heard about the idol's situation and growth process. I express my feelings, thank you Listen."

At this moment, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Ning Nuan was also relieved by Jiang Xiao's introduction, she looked at the old woman, she was full of pride, she patted Ning Nuan's hand again: "Look, my daughter is the best."