Sweet Love Reborn: Mu Ye Chasing His Wife Crematorium

Chapter 682 Turkish March

"Siqi, if you don't mind it, you won't be honored if you win with the child!"

Luo Zixi held the girl back when she stepped onto the piano stage, and reminded her of some things in a low voice.

Now she doesn't know whose family this child belongs to. If she accidentally offends some big boss, it will have some impact on the Luo family.

Besides, how can such a young child master the eighth-grade piano repertoire?
"Don't worry Zixi, I know in my heart that I won't crush him," the girl said.

At this time, Luo Xiyan had already climbed onto the high piano platform with hands and feet, and stood still in front of the keys that were almost at the same height as him.

"Obasan, are you ready?"

The girl who was called Obasan again had a serious complexion, and then walked onto the piano stage without saying a word.

After sitting down, she tilted her head and said softly, "Little friend, my name is Li Siqi. If you don't call me sister, you can call me by my name. Don't call me Obasang, okay?"

"I'm short on time, don't talk nonsense, can I start?"

Li Siqi was so angry that she took two deep breaths in a row before putting her hands in place, and then squeezed two words between her teeth——

"Please~"

The moment the words fell, the little guy next to him raised his hands with a sense of ritual, then tried the sound in a serious manner, and then swept the keys from left to right.

"The violin is good!"

Luo Wanning in the audience staggered, "."

Everyone: "."

When Li Siqi was dazzled by the little guy's fancy movements, the melody of "Turkish March" was played.

However, when she was about to cooperate, she found that the other party was playing the piece at eight times speed.

The little guy stood in front of the piano, his body moving left and right swayed with the ups and downs, and his fleshy little hands jumped nimbly on the black and white keys, making people overwhelmed.

Sometimes constant speed, sometimes accelerated.
Li Siqi's hands couldn't keep up with his joints at all, but her expression completely followed the high-pitched, sometimes soothing rhythm that changed like a lantern.

This piece expresses a personal fresh and cheerful mood, mixed with the elegance of medieval European aristocrats.

At this time, the little guy has a good control over the mood of the whole song, and the unbridled joy when he suddenly accelerates just brings people into the scene of laughter and dancing at the reception.

When the cheerful atmosphere is pushed to a climax, the rhythm gradually becomes steady and elegant, just like in a high society reception, gentlemen invite noble ladies to dance together.
After the song was over, Li Siqi sat on the spot and was completely dumbfounded.

like……

Got run over?

The audience was silent, as if they were still immersed in the lively dance just now.

Until the little guy turned around, and said crisply in a certain direction: "Teacher, did you give you a face?"

The sound fell, and the applause thundered.

Luo Zixi and Huang Yifei who played before were slapped in the face by a kid, and their faces turned green.

Luo Xiyan climbed down the piano platform with hands and feet again, the taut buttons of the tuxedo on his body finally gave up the last stubbornness and stretched open.

The way ahead was blocked, the little guy raised his head suspiciously, and said politely, "Grandpa, excuse me."

Luo Mingyuan didn't get out of the way, but squatted down and looked at the child seriously, feeling inexplicably fond of him.

"Son, where are your parents?"

"Papa is sleeping, Mommy"

The little guy sneaked a glance at the girl who was staring at him, and then replied: "Mommy is being bullied, I came to the teacher for help!"

Luo Mingyuan nodded, but didn't understand.

But looking at this pink and jade-carved milk doll, he really liked it, so he hugged him up without hesitation.

"Tell grandpa, why is Mommy being bullied? What can the teacher do for you?"

The little guy started to talk nonsense seriously, but the other party actually believed it.

Luo Wanning was sweating like a waterfall.

A girl who hadn't been abused enough suddenly walked up to her unconvinced.

"Famous teachers make great apprentices. Sister Wan Ning's students can perform at such a level. Everyone is looking forward to the teacher's performance!"

(End of this chapter)