"Sensationalism!"

Hearing An Xue'er's song title, Gan Chang, who was standing on the contestant's platform, sneered, looked at An Xue'er, who was in a trance on stage, and showed hateful eyes.

No matter what the game is, the other party can press him, and every time someone talks about him, he will always mention, 'Isn't that the second child who was pressed by An Xue'er for ten thousand years?' Words like that.

In addition, the other party was Le Lao who rejected him, and An Xueer was his disciple, and the two were destined to be incompatible.

"What's the use of you winning me so many times, I only need to win you once is enough to trample you under my feet."

...

"Your student doesn't seem to be in good shape, and he doesn't look energetic." The sharp-eyed old man Hao saw that An Xue'er, who came to the stage, seemed to be in poor spirits and looked weak, and hurriedly said to Le Lao beside him.

"You know what, it's brewing feelings!" Glaring at this old friend, Old Man Le looked at An Xue'er with some concern.

Although he has a lot of confidence in his students, after all, he has not read her latest score, and he has no way to judge whether it is good or not, and whether he can be willing to take a long time.

An Xueer is not in bad spirits, she is just immersed in her own score.

It's as if half of my consciousness exists in reality and half in illusion, constantly switching between reality and fiction, and the music I wrote echoes in my mind.

After bowing down, the white soft light fell on her, and a white dress gorgeously decorated her bright little face, her eyes were like water, her red lips were lightly opened, and her white palms were placed on the piano keys, which became the center of the stage.

A second passed, and she closed her eyes.

Two seconds passed, and the slender fingertips tapped the keys, and the chapter of the soul was played.

The sound of the piano echoed, and everyone's expressions became focused, like a girl whispering in everyone's ear, where she came from and where she was going.

Waking up from the fog, being in the fog, everything around her is so unfamiliar, the girl stands in the center of the fog, looking at the world outside the fog, thinking, where is this.

The white little feet stepped on the mist, looking for the meaning of their existence.

Knocking on closed doors and wandering in the fog, when will we reach the end of time?

With a caress of my bare hands, the mist moved with it, as if I had become the center of the mist, and wherever I was, it was all mist.

I have longed for the warmth of the sun, and I have also felt the cold of raindrops.

But why, myself is here?

Memories seem to have lost their meaning, and their minds go blank, and they can only walk on familiar streets again and again, knocking on familiar door signs, hoping that someone will notice them.

The body gradually became cold, and it was not only the human heart that was indifferent, but also the closed doors.

She wondered if she would die here, in a place where no one knew, just like in this fog, only she existed.

The sound of the piano became low and compact, as if to tell how uneasy the girl was at that time, knocking helplessly on the doors, hoping that someone would notice her.

The circles under her eyes slowly turned red, her emotions were infected, and the audience looked at the girl who was playing the piano, thinking about what kind of loneliness she had experienced to have such a heavy sadness.

Click

The gears of time seemed to turn again, the breeze blew up, blowing away the fog around her, and looking at the open door in front of her, and the young man standing on the door looking at herself, the girl seemed to feel the warmth of the sun again.

She's still alive, and someone notices her.

Then she woke up and forgot everything, only remembering that she had a sad dream.

In my dreams, I wandered alone, walked alone, and searched for the meaning of my existence over and over again.

It's just that, why, I found the scene in my dream, but the person who opened the door was not the young man in my dream?

Countless times have you imagined what your choice would be if your dreams would come true?

Do you like it? Or is it exciting? Or say thank you?

It's just that all this disappears with the person who opened the door.

There is no answer.

An Xue'er, who closed her eyes, showed a shallow smile, as if she remembered the closed study, and the sound of the piano changed and became cheerful.

Familiar scenes, familiar tastes, but less familiar people.

I know you're still there, silently watching yourself somewhere.

I wonder if if you could have mustered up the courage to knock on that door, would you have opened the door and said, long time no see.

It's just that in the end, I don't have the courage to quietly watch the door you close, watching alone.

How I hope that the fog will rise again, walk in the fog again, and then wait quietly in the fog for you to open the door and say thank you to you.

"Thank you."

The piano fell to the last note, An Xue'er opened her eyes, whispered softly, showed a shallow smile, got up and bowed lightly to the audience.

Bang Bang Bang!

The nine judges on the judges' bench gave applause while wiping tears, did not speak, and could only express their excitement with their hands.

Until An Xueer left the stage, the applause did not disperse for a long time, and the host walked on the stage, forcibly wiping her tears and said: "To be honest, after hosting for so many years, it is the first time that I have the urge to cry when I listen to music." ”

"Since the judges' mood has not stabilized and they cannot score correctly, the score of the No. 23 contestant has been put on hold for the time being, and the scoring will be carried out later."

"Now the No. 24 player..."

When An Xue'er walked off the stage, she was surprised to see a majestic middle-aged man and young man who had been looking at her in a daze, frowned, turned around and walked outside.

Tai Shuheng came back to his senses when he looked at An Xue'er, who had disappeared, and said to the young man next to him: "That yellow hair has been caught, now you go to communicate with the official of the competition, and say that Gan Chang has violated the law and needs to be taken away." ”

"Got it." The young man nodded seriously, looked at An Xue'er with some reluctance to leave, and then walked to the official.

Tai Shuheng stood in place, opened the virtual bracelet and used his authority to check An Xueer's information.

Seeing the words 'nineteen years old, single' written in the column above An Xue'er's message, her breathing became short.

He admits that he has seen many beautiful women in the past thirty-five years, but since listening to the piano music just now, his heart has been moved for the first time.

It's just that the growth of age made him instantly suppress the thought of wanting to go up and talk to him, and began to think about how to contact An Xue'er better.

Although he is thirty-five years old, he still has no wife, and his body has not continued to age after cultivation, and he has the intention of finding his other half.

With his background and ability, he didn't believe that An Xue'er's family would oppose him.

As for whether An Xueer really likes herself, what does it matter, when the time comes, after the two become pairs, there will be time to cultivate feelings.

Thinking of this, Tai Shuheng's eyes became deeper.