The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

Chapter 17
Just as Jiang Yuanyuan was returning to the rest area, someone passed her by. She looked sideways and saw Zhang Meiyan's side face, which was a little familiar.

Jiang Yuanyuan frowned and turned around to look, but the girl's back had disappeared from sight.

She shrugged and smiled mockingly, but she mistakenly thought it was Jiang Tingting.

She is really dazzled.

Jiang Tingting heard how that country bumpkin could be qualified to participate in the piano competition. Let alone such an elegant thing, she would feel it was defiled even if she touched it.

At this time, on the stage, a young girl bowed gracefully to the judges and audience.

The girl wore a low ball head, wore a black short skirt with slanted shoulders, and wore black velvet gloves on her hands. She had a light body and exposed skin like jade.

Jiang listen! ! ?
Is it Jiang? Listen? ?
Mother Jiang and Qin Yan in the audience looked at the figure on the stage in disbelief.

Especially Mother Jiang wiped her eyes, suspecting that she must have read wrong.

How could that rebellious woman of my family appear here?She never learned the piano!
Jiang Yuanyuan in the rest area saw the picture on the TV froze for a few seconds, especially when the camera gave a close-up.

Listen, Jiang...is it really her?
Why is she here?

Jiang Yuanyuan inexplicably felt a little uneasy. She stared at the TV and gritted her back molars.

Jiang Tingting's face was indifferent, and Qianqian's fingers lightly touched the keys...

is a sharp sound.

Jiang Yuanyuan couldn't help laughing out loud.

What else is there to play.

There is no harm without comparison.It just happened to let Dad, Mommy, Brother Yan see how inferior this real daughter is compared to her.

Jiang Tingting, you are really messing with yourself.Even if you also traveled here, so what, she is professional in piano.

On the stage, Jiang Tingting closed his eyes and officially started to play. His fingers were beating, and a happy melody flowed out one by one. The simple melody reminded people of the happy time.

Suddenly the tune changed, and Jiang Tingting's hand movements were so fast that it made people dazzled, helpless and suppressed, hoarse and exhausted...

Everyone present had a new resonance, as if shrouded in dark clouds, lingering with sadness.

The person on the stage is not playing the piano, but she is playing the emotion, running amok, crying, having a good time, and making people fall into it.

At the end of the melody, it turned into a joyful and beating melody, but this melody is mixed with weak weeping, which seems to be a pity, like a thousand mountains and rivers, but also seems to be close at hand. With a new image...

At the end of the song, the auditorium was silent for ten seconds, and then everyone stood up, and there was thunderous applause at the scene, which took a long time to disperse.

The three teachers in the judges' seat were about to score when a man wearing a fisherman's hat came down from the auditorium.

The man was thin, and the sunglasses and hat he wore covered most of his face.

"Hi, may I ask politely, what's the name of this song? I've never heard it before!"

The man had a special voice, and his Chinese was not very good, a little rusty. He stood in front of the judges' table and watched Jiang Tingting, with fanatical appreciation in his eyes blocked by sunglasses.

Jiang Tingting stood in the center of the stage, graceful and graceful, with a slight smile, and said two words with red lips.

"worth."

The man propped his jaw and pondered for a while, then the tail of his lips curled up.

The name of the song is worthwhile, but the whole song has no meaning of worthwhile, even though there is joy, it still precipitates sadness and loneliness.

"It's so worth it, who is the composer for such a masterpiece?"

Jiang Tingting blinked her eyes.

"I!"

It was as if the mute button had been pressed for an instant.

The man was in a daze for a few seconds, and the smile spread across his mouth again.

He seems to have discovered some incredible treasure.

The man turned and looked at the judges.

"It would be a waste if this song is imprisoned by the score."

"It deserves to be a jewel of art."

The three judges nodded one after another, showing respect.

"Mr. Fell is right."

Jiang Tingting raised his eyebrows, Mr. What has a vision!

(End of this chapter)