Clouds and mist lingered, a trace of white slipped from the fingertips and fell on the keys, rippling away, and a sound sounded from under the fingers of the golden button.
"Meow~" A silver gradient kitten jumped onto the piano to inspect it, then jumped off the piano and rushed into a cloud of mist with a miserable scream.
A silver bell rang, the silk fluttered, the clouds dispersed, the screen opened, and a strange hollow carved mask stood up from the ground
The ethereal and clear voice that penetrates the sky is like the voice of a sea monster, and the fascinating plot gradually
The screen and the masked beauties fade away one by one under the cover of clouds and mist. A cat jumped out of the smoke and onto the piano, and the clouds and mist covered everything
After the performance, the audience was silent, still floating in the clouds and fog, as if in a beautiful, mysterious, treacherous and changeable dream.
In whose dream was she born, and then faded into the dream, it is impossible to figure it out.
Qingwei and Ning Yang walked backstage.
Sparse applause suddenly appeared in the venue, and bursts of thunderous applause erupted like torrents in an instant, which lasted for a long time.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
"There is not a single lyric in the whole song, is she using Elvish?"
"Who dreamed who?"
"How does it feel like watching a movie?"
"I'm so scared to death, there are thrillers and suspense in such a beautiful song!"
"Oh, I didn't see her face! She didn't even take off the mask."
"The person who plays the piano must also be good-looking, and also wears a mask!"
"I feel that my soul has not been recovered yet. It's really like a dream. It's amazing!"
"No. 1! Well deserved! She's not singing, she's playing art!"
After experiencing the bombing by Jian Ning and Qing Wei, the people behind are much inferior.
There is only one cute girl who sings with characteristics.
Hang Han put his arms around the person who fell into his arms and was unwilling to bow his head: "Okay, okay, it's all over! It's all right."
Xia Han showed a crying face: "Hang Han, do you think I sing badly?"
"Is cute really worth mentioning in front of sexy?"
Hang Han put Xia Han on the chair next to him, his cheeks were flushed, he cleared his throat and remembered what he had just learned: "They are not worth mentioning in front of you."
Xia Han played with Hang Han's fingers, and suddenly smiled: "Who do you think will be the first? Could it be that Jian Ning?"
She just saw Hang Han staring at Jane with sad and low eyes.
Hang Han pinched his girlfriend's fingers and shook his head: "It's not her."
Xia Han persisted: "Then who do you think it will be?"
Hang Han couldn't help but sigh at his jealous girlfriend: "Qingwei."
I thought my girlfriend would be angry, but I didn't expect my girlfriend to lean on Hang Han's shoulder, her white teeth were slightly exposed, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile: "Well, I think it will be her too."
"Do you know each other?"
Hang Han: "Well, my former high school classmate."
When Xia Han thought of Hang Han's silent and depressed appearance when he came, he quickly changed the topic: "You can't regret it now. That Qingwei is a fairy in the sky, you can't catch it."
Hang Han: "I'll just grab you."
"You can only catch a little fairy like me. If you catch me, don't let go. If you let go, I will go back to heaven."
Hang Han clenched his fingers: "You are too heavy, you can only go back by plane."
Jian Ning put her feet on the ice, seeing the live broadcast of Qingwei's performance, she was so angry that she smashed the ice: "Liar! Liar!"
"You can sing so well, but let me sing!"
"It's embarrassing to death."
Tu Ni threw the ice cubes into the trash can: "Is she talking and singing badly?"
Jian Ning: "No!"
"Then do you like to sing?"
Jian Ning: "Nonsense."
Tu Ni pinched Jian Ning's feet: "Why should others sing for you if they sing well?"
Jian Ning: "But she and I are good friends. How can she deceive me?"
Tu Ni caressed the injured part: "There are secrets between good friends."
"If you knew she could sing better than you, would you still sing?"
Jian Ning lowered her eyes to think, and suddenly burst out: "I don't like to lose face?"
"I said, Tu Ni! Why do you always speak for her? Do you like her?"
"Crack!" Taking advantage of Jian Ning's anger, Tu Ni took the opportunity to reset the injured foot: "Do you need me to prove it?"
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