With Xu Ru's words.

Everyone present gradually recalled this incident, Xu Ru had just said it when he became famous, but as time went by, this mysterious arranger never appeared.

Over time, they forgot about it.

Put Xu Ru in a supreme position.

Now......

What does that mean?

Jiang Ruan raised his eyebrows, leaned lazily on Xu Ru, stared at Fu Jiajia below, whose face changed, and did not speak.

She doesn't know how to describe this woman, An An is not good? You have to hit it up.

Seeing her and Xu Ru so close, many people showed surprised looks.

Xu Ru squinted and smiled, took the opportunity to hook Jiang Ruan's waist, faced the audience, and said loudly: "Aren't everyone quite curious about the person who can write the song "Twilight"? I'm telling you today. When the words fell, she paused, glanced at Fu Jiajia sneeringly, and smiled obviously with a bit of bad taste: "The composer of "Twilight" ......

"Jiang Ruan."

Ho!

As her last two words fell.

The entire concert hall was silent.

The camera swept over, and the expressions on everyone's faces were incomparably wonderful.

This canonized piano song......

The original composer turned out to be a twenty-year-old girl?!

How is this possible?! When "Twilight" was first created, it was three years ago, how could a seventeen-year-old child have such a deep realm?!

Fu Jiajia only felt cold all over her body, her blood was frozen, and her red eyes stared at the girl on the stage who was calm from beginning to end.

"How is that possible?!"

The impact was too big.

She didn't control her emotions for a while, and her voice opened slightly sharp.

The arrogance of the body is shattered.

Xu Ru smiled with his hands around his chest, "I don't hesitate to complain about your ability over there, but I just lost the soul of my song, and it is empty on the surface, at most it is a flower shelf, or a flower shelf that is not well carved, unable to penetrate deeper content, what is the use of working hard?" If you don't have talent, you might as well save your energy. ”

Fu Jiajia's face was bloodless.

Jiang Ruan tilted her head, laughed, and then stepped on high heels, walked in front of her step by step from a high place, and the crushing of her height made her still look down at Fu Jiajia.

Beautiful lips, raised in an extremely flamboyant arc.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Ruan's voice was soft and ruffian, and at close range, the pupils were tingling with a heart-piercing coldness.

Fu Jiajia's breath stagnated.

It seems to have been led into a desperate barren land.

I heard that fluttering voice in my ears.

"It's still me."

Jiang Ruan's voice fell, and he took a step back, seeing Fu Jiajia trembling like leaves in the wind and rain, crumbling.

She glanced at the main camera over there, and her cherry red lips raised as if defiantly.

It's beautiful and sassy.

……

It was drizzling outside the window.

The glass windows are blurred.

A small wooden table sits an incense burner.

Braving the blue and white mist.

Spread out in all directions.

Directly in front, there is a laptop, which is broadcast live in Yinding Concert Hall.

The girl's ruffian words still echoed.

A figure opened the glass window, stretched out his hand, and the cold rain fell on the palm of his hand, and his fingertips rubbed lightly.

It's like saying something to the air.

"Prepare a gift."

……

In the rainforest-like house, the sound of rain outside the window is blowing, and the old TV is playing the live broadcast of the competition.

The man in the white vest sits in a rocking chair with a green lizard on the back of his hand, squinting at the picture on the television and humming intermittently in his throat.

For a long time, he sneezed.

I touched the lizard on the back of my hand and put it directly into the box on the side.

"It's a different day, it's cold."