Baby and mommy are showgirls

Chapter 221

Someone in the crowd asked: "May I ask Ms. Su, what level of professional is she now?"

"I haven't passed the test, so I don't know." Su Jing replied very frankly, and his tone was very casual, as if this was not something worthy of attention at all.

However, the surrounding guests sighed for a while.

"A layman actually told an insider that you don't know how to use this piano. This is really the best joke I've heard this year."

"I think she just wants to show off in front of Mr. Jiang. Everyone knows why, but this posture is really ugly."

"Everyone, don't talk so full, because my daughter is this Miss Su's fan girl, so I still know something about her, and she will easily resolve every crisis. Like the kind of sensationalist."

"Come on, it's like who doesn't understand these things. She can race cars and act, but I don't believe she can even play the guqin. Ms. Song is at the tenth level of professionalism. There are not many in the whole country. You think it is As for the strong men, grab a lot."

"I think what the brother just said makes sense. Do you still remember the weird reversal of the real and fake guqin just now? I don't think things are that simple."

"Okay, everyone, turn off the fire. You will know if it is a mule or a horse. Take a walk. Just watch, and you will know the result soon."

……

Most of the voices were still on Song Zhiluo's side, even she herself didn't believe that this bitch Su could match her in Guqin attainments.

She was very contemptuous in her heart, and asked deliberately: "Sister Su, can you teach me how to use this 'Phoenix'?"

"Just teach it, I'm afraid you won't learn it."

Su Jing's understated tone directly froze the expression on Song Zhiluo's face.

Slut Su, let's see how long you can be arrogant.

Qin Wanmei smiled so much that her eyes narrowed, her daughter-in-law was mighty, and she liked to see her slapping people in the face.

"Xiao Jing, do you need anything prepared by Auntie?"

Turning to Jiang Wen, he said, "By the way, Mr. Jiang, go upstairs and get my custom-made hand cream. The strings are so hard, so don't damage my Xiaojing's hand."

Jiang Wen: "..." Desperate! ! !
But I still went upstairs obediently, I had to give my wife face, lest outsiders would spread that they didn't get along.

In addition, he hadn't entered the room for several nights, so he had to earn some performance. Since Su Jing appeared, his family status has been getting lower and lower, resentment.

Su Jing must not be allowed to enter the door, otherwise I am afraid that one day I will have more colored hats on my head.

Su Jing understood that Qin Wanmei was standing up for herself, and let everyone present know that she had the support of Jiang's family.

"Thank you, Aunt Qin!" Su Jing nodded politely.

Then sat in front of the piano stand, directly entered the theme, and with a clang, the audience was quickly pulled into the scene described by the piano sound.

At the beginning, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the picture is pleasing.

As the song became more and more urgent, every string was plucked at the apex of the heart, and the impenetrable depression and sense of crisis came like a tide.

Then, the soldiers fought hand in hand, with swords and swords, and after some fighting, the overall situation was settled, and the murderous intent dissipated.

The tune slowly subsided, as if the sun had penetrated through layers of darkness and finally illuminated the earth.

At this time, a small grass broke through the ground, bringing new hope and vitality.

An ultimate auditory feast, the souls of the people present were completely shocked.

They all had a conclusion in their minds.

In such a comparison, the song played by Song Zhiluo was indeed a bit petty, and it was completely inferior to the grandeur of the song played by Su Jing.

(End of this chapter)