Everything, all going well.

However, when Luo Xiaoqian played a triplet of zuihou, her fingers had already moved to the end of the piano, and as her fingers flicked down, the knife light that fell between the two keys also flashed with cold light.

The finger fell on the blade, and a bloody mouth immediately appeared, and under the sharp pain, Luo Xiaoqian subconsciously withdrew her right hand.

It was too sudden, looking at the bleeding fingers, Luo Xiaoqian lost her mind for a second.

At this time, the camera in front of the piano is facing her side face, showing her frowning expression in front of everyone's eyes.

Listening to the broken piano sound, Leng Zimo frowned and looked over to the stage.

What are you playing with, this dead girl?

This time, it is the most haode performance she has performed, and the weishenme will be broken?!

The strings started to push the whole piece to a climax, and the sound of music also pulled Luo Xiaoqian's thoughts back violently.

The secondary lights under the stage happened to cross the tutor's seat, and she saw Leng Zimo at a glance, although she couldn't see his face clearly from a long distance, she could clearly feel his sharp eyes.

……

What if you have a concert in the future, what if you sing fast songs and dance, do you want to tell your fans, wait for me, I want to take a break for ten minutes?

……

Gritting her teeth, her fingers landed on the keys again.

Then, she sang.

"You are me, unspeakable wounds.

I want to forget, but I can't help but think about it.

Like exile, stumbling along the way.

Your bondage cannot be released ......"

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and every time the fingers with wounds fall, it hurts to drill the heart, and even the white keys are stained with her blood into patches of blood red.

Shocking.

The cameraman pushed the camera and noticed the strangeness of the piano, but he was also startled, and immediately pushed a close-up.

On the big screen, Luo Xiaoqian's two palms immediately appeared, and the fingers of her right hand were already bloody, and every time she flicked it, it would leave a piece of blood.

The audience was shocked.

The host was shocked.

The players in the background, the director and the staff at the front desk were all shocked.

Leng Zimo felt the strangeness around him, looked sideways at the big screen, looking at the blood on her hands, he stood up in amazement, his eyes fell on Luo Xiaoqian, who was hanging down in front of the piano and playing while jumping, he took a deep breath, and then sat back in the chair with his fists clenched.

Luo Xiaoqian didn't know that at this time, the whole audience already knew that her hand was injured.

She just gritted her teeth and insisted on singing a lyric of zuihou and playing a syllable of zuihou.

Standing up and holding her injured finger, she walked to the piano and bowed to the audience.

"Luo Xiaoqian, are you okay?!"

Both hosts trotted over and looked at her with concern.

At this point, the audience came back to their senses and applauded.

Although no one knew that she was injured, she insisted on completing the whole piece with her injury, and everyone saw it, even those viewers who were a little unaccustomed to her before, were moved by her strength and seriousness.

"I'm fine!"

Luo Xiaoqian pressed the cut palm tightly and smiled back at the two.

As soon as she turned her face, Leng Zimo on the judges' bench had already strode over, took away the left hand that was holding the fingers of her right hand, and looked at the flesh on her little finger, he frowned and took out a cotton handkerchief from his body, wrapping her injured fingers.

"Go backstage!"

"I haven't rated it yet!" Luo Xiaoqian stood still and did not move.

Looking at each other, he could clearly see the persistence in her eyes.