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Chapter 204: Chapter Sixteen Performance and Tracking (5)

"Qin Xue, you mean a solo piano solo?" Teacher Bai's eyes widened. "Can you play the piano?"

"Well, I know a lot." If she told the teacher now that she could not only play the piano, but also the guitar, guzheng and violin, would her eyes pop out? Qin Xue thought evilly in her heart.

In her previous life, in order to find a way to get along with Seung-ah, she studied music more than just composing. She couldn't play an instrument, so how could she write it?

"Qin Xue, teacher loves you so much!" Teacher Bai burst into tears and held her around for several times.

I heard the host on the stage announce: "The next program is a piano solo for Class 1, Grade 2." What's the name? The host suddenly realized that he had forgotten to ask.[

"Okay, I'm going up." Qin Xue looked at the teacher and Du Sisi with a smile on their faces, and they just sang a song and then came down. Are they so nervous?

The Qin family sitting in the audience were stunned when they heard the announcement.

"Didn't you say that Xiaoxue was a chorus? Why did it become a piano solo?"

Qin Feng was also very confused: "I heard that their dean did say that. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

Qin's mother was worried about another thing: "Can our Xiaoxue's piano be taken out? I remember that she studied for a while when she was only five or six years old, but she never even touched it."

As soon as these words came out, several people's faces looked strange.

"You should be able to, right?" Qin Feng was not sure either. Although he knew that she had made a lot of music as Yaya, he had never seen her use any musical instruments. Basically, she just walked into the workshop and came out.

She had the finished music score at the time, and no one had ever seen how she composed it.

While talking, Qin Xue had already stepped onto the stage.

Since there was no need to unify her dress and hairstyle, she happily took off the crooked braid on her head and let her slightly curly hair hang fluffily on her shoulders. She was still wearing the same white dress with fluttering skirts.

Indescribable flexibility. The pink ribbon that originally bound her hair was tied around her wrist, adding a touch of bright color to her plain white outfit.

After bowing to the audience, she gently sat down in front of the piano.

And because of her appearance, there was a buzzing discussion in the audience. You must know that she is also considered a celebrity in the school. Not to mention the childish photo incident, she was originally a school beauty who has been on the school's beauty list.

"Even if my baby is just sitting, it's still a painting!" Qin's father proudly touched his chin: "Sure enough, he has my genes."

At the first sentence, several people nearby nodded in unison, but at the second sentence, several people fell silent.

"You're the only one who still paints? Fauvist crayon paintings?" Qin's mother still enjoys hurting her husband.

Qin Luo glared and was about to talk back, but Qin Feng stopped him.

"Xiao Xue is about to start." He smiled bitterly.

On the stage, Qin Xue put her hands gently on the keys, thinking about what song to play.

She had just decided to play by herself, and she really couldn't think of what kind of song would be suitable for the current scene. The original song "My Chinese Heart" would definitely be different if she sang it alone, at least her soft female voice was

Not suitable.

She closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, felt the bright light of the stage lights on her face, and finally moved her fingers.[

——Every time, I am strong in wandering and loneliness.

——Every time, even if it hurts, there will be no tears.

——I know, I have always had a pair of invisible wings,

——Take me to fly, fly over despair.

The soft singing sound spread throughout the auditorium with the help of the loudspeaker. Songs that had never been heard before, with a touch of sadness, flowed in the air like a stream.


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