Song Jingyi moved skillfully, holding the violin on her shoulder in a standard posture, she took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and pulled the bow in her hand.

When the clear and soft melody flows past the ears, the ripples are like a spring breeze of "Revlon", refreshing the heart.

Except for Yi Yuanyan, everyone else looked at Song Jingyi with wide eyes, especially Yi ......

"Cold Fireworks" 035 Why did your mother give birth to such a troublesome bale spirit as you? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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