Nothing happened in the following performance. Even the audience listened quietly and rarely made any sound.

Gu Tingting's song "Dancing in the Clouds" also showed excellent acoustics in professional concert halls.

Although there is only a hint of the artistic conception, it is enough for the audience to be immersed in it and feel it deeply.

When the song ended, there were bursts of applause.

Although many people are not clear about the so-called artistic conception, they can also feel that the music is full of "emotion".

…

A concert, two and a half hours, starting at three o'clock and ending at half past five.

…

"Sister Lingxi! Sister Ying!"

At the end of the performance, Liu Jingqin personally came out to keep the two girls for a while, and Gu Tingting changed her clothes and hurried out.

"How...how am I doing?"

Gu Tingting blinked her eyes, feeling a little uneasy and looking at Si Lingxi expectantly.

"Not bad." Si Lingxi nodded, "Le Sheng Youqing, I've already started."

Liu Jingqin was stunned nearby.

Her daughter's progress in the past two years made her unable to believe her ears.

Especially the performance of plucked instruments such as Guqin and Guzheng, the artistic conception can make you deeply immersed in it.

This is something that many old artists find difficult to do!

Liu Jingqin knows very well that her daughter's real piano skills have already surpassed many folk music professors or famous guqin masters.

And this is just two years of guidance for this woman who looks like a fairy.

In this way, the top piano skills in my eyes are just getting started in the eyes of others.

However, she felt relieved after thinking about "Flowers Blooming" on the Xiaopo website and the sensational MVs in "Bi Luo Song".

The musical skills of the woman in front of her reminded her of various legendary figures in history.

If she were alive in ancient times, based on the music she composed, her literary reputation would not be inferior to that of Cai Wenji.

Si Lingxi's comments also made Gu Tingting excited.

"Thank you, Sister Lingxi. Then, um, can I treat you to dinner?"

Facing Gu Tingting's expectant eyes, Si Lingxi nodded slightly and agreed.

"Great, let's go..."

Before Gu Tingting finished speaking, there was another noise coming from the back door exit behind her.

"It's disgusting to have a good concert and play some barbarian instruments."

"Hiyerlin is becoming more and more tasteless. He actually bows to China and specializes in making musical instruments from this ignorant country."

"Yes, that instrument called 'Xiao' is bamboo with several holes dug into it."

"And the harp placed sideways looks too crude."

"Perhaps the Chinese can only play such a simple instrument, just like the Indians who can only play the simple flute."

"The principles of the piano may indeed be a bit too difficult for them with an IQ similar to that of a monkey."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone turned around and saw a group of people walking out of the door. The first three people were none other than Schmidt Kross, and two other male performers. They had just played piano and cello.

Liu Jingqin and Gu Tingting were not good at foreign languages ​​and could not understand what they were saying, but Si Lingxi and Shen Ying could.

Si Lingxi moved her fingers, but Shen Ying grabbed Si Lingxi's wrist and said, "Sister, please calm down. This guy is quite famous. If he disappears in Haicheng, it would be a bit ugly after all."

And when Si Lingxi and Shen Ying looked at them, of course they also saw the two women.

The three men's eyes all shined.

Then he immediately put on a gentlemanly smile, straightened his clothes, and walked over.

"Miss Gu, your performance just now was really amazing!"

"It's almost evening, please give us a chance to treat you to dinner."

"Are these two your friends? We happen to be together, there are so many people and it's so lively."

The three of them each said one sentence. Of course, the translator behind them hurriedly stepped forward and translated it into Chinese.

Gu Tingting blinked and looked at Si Lingxi.

Si Lingxi ignored them at all, patted Gu Tingting on the shoulder, turned around and left.

But Shen Ying smiled slightly, her eyes suddenly turned into a deep pool, she glanced at the three of them, and then she pulled Gu Tingting.

"Let's go, I know there is a private restaurant that tastes pretty good. We have eaten there several times before."

However, the three people who were glanced at by Shen Ying suddenly froze on the spot, their eyes widened. It was not until the three of them turned around and left a distance that they all suddenly woke up.

"Mr. Cross?" The translator looked at Schmidt Cross cautiously.

Cross frowned, "What are you doing? Leave quickly, isn't the organizer preparing a dinner?"

"Why?"

The translator looked at Cross, then at the backs of Si Lingxi and the four others, feeling confused for a moment.

…

Gu Tingting and her daughter treated Si Lingxi and Shen Ying to dinner, and then drove them back to the gate of the community before saying goodbye and leaving.

On the other side, Cross and two other music friends were also sent back to the hotel by the organizer's special car.

"How do you think a country like China has developed?"

"If it wasn't for the money, I wouldn't come here and play for a bunch of savages."

"But the quality of the women they have here is quite good."

"And the co-organizers are generous with their money. They are all a group of nouveau riche."

"Go back to your room and have a rest first. Then go to the nightclub below and pick out a few good ones. Then you will feel comfortable at night."

"Hahaha!"

The three people sent the translator away and took the same elevator. As the elevator was moving, the lights suddenly flashed twice.

"Ding!"

Cross walked out of the elevator and waved goodbye to his two companions. The assistant John next to him opened his room and asked him to go in first.

"You go and rest." Cross said to John, "Remember to call me tomorrow morning."

"OK!"

John nodded, knowing that Cross had activities at night, so he didn't dare to disturb him, so he backed away and went to his room diagonally opposite.

Cross closed the door, shook his head, and didn't feel there was anything wrong with him at all. He played with his fingers in the air, took off his clothes with brisk steps, and entered the bathroom.

"Crashing... crashing..."

"Zheng——Zheng——Zheng——"

Cross was soaking in the rain when he heard a burst of music coming from outside.

"Um?"

Cross' eyes changed, and he immediately turned off the shower. His ears perked up, and the music outside became clearer.

"Zheng——Zheng——Zheng——"

"What are you doing?"

Cross frowned, picked up the bath towel next to him and wrapped it around himself, opened the glass door of the bathroom, and walked out, "John, is that you?"

The next moment, he saw a woman wearing a Chinese classical dress in the living room, her head lowered, playing the guqin in front of her.

Her long black hair hung down, covering her face, and she was dressed in red, but it was bright red and dazzling.

"You...who are you?"

Cross suddenly felt a little chilly, and the next moment, the woman who was playing the piano suddenly raised her head.
Chapter completed!