Just when Jiang Yuanyuan returned to the rest area, someone passed by her, she looked sideways and saw Zhang Meiyan's side face, which was a little familiar.

Jiang Yuanyuan twisted her eyebrows and turned around to look, the girl's back had disappeared from sight.

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled mockingly, actually mistaking it for Jiang Ting.

She was truly dazzled.

Jiang listened to how that dirt bun could be qualified to participate in the piano competition, not to mention whether she would be able to do such an elegant thing, she felt that it was defiled when she touched it.

At this time, on the stage, there was a girl who bowed elegantly to the judges and audience.

The girl wore a low pill head, a short black skirt with oblique shoulders, and black velvet gloves on both hands.

Ginger listen!?

Is it ginger to listen to??

Jiang Mu and Qin Yan looked at the figure on the stage in disbelief.

Especially Mother Jiang, wiped her eyes, suspecting that she must have seen it wrong.

How could that rebel girl of my own family appear here? She hadn't learned the piano again!

Jiang Yuanyuan in the rest area saw that the picture on the TV was stunned for a few seconds, especially the camera gave a close-up.

Ginger listen... Is it really her?

Why is she here?

Jiang Yuanyuan inexplicably felt a little uneasy, she stared at the TV, gritting her back molars.

Jiang Tingting's cold little face was cold, and Qianqian's fingers touched the keys...

It's a sharp sound.

Jiang Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh.

What's the bullet here.

There is no harm without contrast. Just let Daddy Mommy Brother Yan see how bad this real daughter is compared to her.

Jiang listen, you're really boring. Even if you're a cross-legged person, she's a professional at the piano.

On the stage, Jiang Tingting closed his eyes and officially started playing, his fingers jumped, and a pleasant melody flowed out one by one, but the simple melody reminded people of happy times.

Suddenly the tune changed, and Jiang Tingting's movements were dazzling, helpless and depressed, and hoarse...

Everyone present had a new resonance, as if shrouded in dark clouds, haunting with sadness.

The people on the stage are not playing the piano, she is playing emotions, wantonly, tears, joy, and people are deeply involved.

At the end of the song, it turned into a joyful and beating melody, but this melody was mixed with weak sorrows, like regret and pity, like the near of thousands of mountains and rivers, as if it was close at hand, and the notes seemed to have a new image at this moment......

At the end of the song, the audience was silent for ten seconds, and then everyone stood up, and the scene resounded with thunderous applause, which dispersed for a long time.

The three teachers in the judges' seat were about to score when a man in a fisherman's hat stepped down from the audience.

The man was on the thin side, wearing sunglasses and a hat that covered most of his face.

"Hello, politely ask, what's the name of this piece? I've never heard of it! ”

The man's voice is special, Chinese is not very good, a little rusty, he stood in front of the judges' bench and watched Jiang listen, and his eyes blocked by sunglasses were fanatical appreciation.

Jiang Tingting stood in the center of the stage, down and down, smiling shallowly, and spit out two words on his red lips.

"It's worth it."

The man groaned on his jaw for a moment, then the tail of his lips curled upward.

The title of the song is worthwhile, but the whole song is not worth listening to, even though it is pleasant, it is still sad and lonely.

"It's worth it, who is the composer of such a masterpiece?"

Jiang Ting blinked.

"Me!"

The scene instantly felt as if the mute button had been pressed.

The man was stunned for a few seconds, and the smile was on his lips again.

He seemed to have found some great treasure.

The man turned to look at the judges.

"If this piece is imprisoned by scores, it will be a waste."

"It deserves to be a jewel of art."

The three judges nodded their heads one after another, and their demeanor was respectful.

"Mr. Phil is right."

Jiang Tingting raised his eyebrows, what kind of gentleman does this have vision!