The auditorium, which was still noisy just now, was silent for a moment, and only this wonderful note echoed.

Xia Jiaojiao's eyes widened in disbelief, she, how could she play the guzheng?

And even if you talk about the guzheng, you can still grasp the tone and timbre of the song so perfectly!

How is this possible!

She's a rural baby!

At this moment, Xia Ningxing seemed to have entered a no-man's land, immersed in the timbre, and his hands sped up again.

A more shocking voice came out.

In an instant, a picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and thousands of ancient armies were fighting on the battlefield.

The sky was gray and cloudy, thunder and lightning flashed, and the air was unpleasantly bloody, as if the world had come to an end.

The armoured general, riding on his horse, raised his long knife and stabbed the enemy in the chest, and the horses raised their hooves in fright and screamed in a terrible manner.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, dressed in shields, rushed at the enemy without hesitation.

Countless corpses across the earth were dyed a terrifying blood-red.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, the sand and dust were rolling, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Xia Jiaojiao was completely dumbfounded.

……

Lu Ting's inky eyes stared at the girl on the stage tightly, and suddenly he had a splitting headache.

Strange images flashed through my mind—

On the city tower, a man in a yellow robe was holding a young girl in his arms.

In front of him was a beautiful guqin, and the girl was nestled in his arms, playing music with her white and immaculate ten fingers, inspiring the soldiers who were fighting bravely below.

Immediately afterwards, the scene shifts to the palace, where a girl in modern dress runs happily.

The man standing in the Imperial Garden, thin lips pouting with a doting smile. (Note: This is a parallel space)

Just as he wanted to see the appearance of the man and the girl, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

All images vanished instantly, as if the images had just appeared were just an illusion.

Lu Tingli's head no longer hurts, and when he opened his long eyes, he realized that Xia Ningxing had fallen on the stage.

He looked at the little girl on the stage with dark pupils, and a strange feeling suddenly crossed in his heart, the girl he saw just now seemed to be somewhat similar to her.

In order to prove his conjecture, Lu Tingli later asked Xia Ningxing to play this song again, but he never saw anything again, as if it was just an illusion today.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

At this moment, Xia Ningxing slowly got up and bowed slightly: "Thank you." ”

The audience was silent at first.

In the next second, everyone was boiling!

"Okay—"

"It's so good to play!"

"That's amazing!"

Everyone stood up violently, clapping and screaming wildly to express their love for the song.

There are many people who can play the piano, but there are very few who can play immersive tunes.

Even the judges were stunned, they didn't expect her to perform like this.

Xia Ningxing's delicate and childish little face was still pampered, and as the curtain was closed, she straightened up and left the stage.

"Xia Ningxing, you played so well!" After returning to her position, the head teacher and classmates gave her a thumbs up.

Although they didn't know how to play the guzheng, they could tell that she played really well.

"Sister, you're too powerful!" The eldest brother couldn't close his mouth in shock, and couldn't help but ask: "However, sister, you don't seem to have ever learned Guzheng, how can you be?" ”

"It's very simple, just learn it." Xia Ningxing had already thought of a reason, and this would prevaricate.

In fact, she didn't know why she talked about Guzheng, that is, after the amnesia and others said that she was missing, it was inexplicably wonderful.