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Chapter 217 Senior sister, can you play the pipa?

The old lady Shi looked at the liquid in her hand in disbelief, and was stunned for a long time.

Looking up again, I suddenly realized that there were not a few people around who responded like her.

This is a song written by a child to his parents.

Compared with the sensation of "The Crown" just now, the prelude of "Children" seemed to dominate the atmosphere in the venue.

The surroundings became quiet and serious.

This is the influence of the person on stage.

It really is the big sister.

When the old lady looked at the woman on the stage, she couldn't help raising her hands and applauding.

In an instant, there was thunderous applause at the scene.

Grandma Tang looked at the women on the stage, grabbed Tang Jingming's hand, and said, "Go, get me a microphone."

Tang Jingming was startled, "What do you want?"

"Go!"

Tang Jingming nodded immediately, turned around and left.

The desolate and deep harmonica gradually stopped, but Shi Mei's hand was still jumping on the keys, and she said slowly: "Shocking articles, the door is like a person, and the family's mantle.

Thank you Wen Cun, Prime Minister of Xiangqi House, this kindness is hard to say.

Today, in front of the birthday celebration bottle, we will worship and dance together, and all the grandchildren will follow.

I hope that from now on, a year will be better than a year. "

The old lady at that time was a little proud. When she heard this poem, she felt that this elder sister was too appetizing to her.

Even flattering is different from others.

That's right, the person she likes needs to be distinguished from the coquettish bitches outside!
Tang Jingming quickly found a microphone and handed it to Grandma Tang.

Grandma Tang was a little excited and shouted, "Little girl!"

Shi Mei froze when she heard this figure.

The hands also paused, and the sound of the piano stopped for a moment.

The choked sobs that were hard to suppress in Shi Mei's throat surged up again at this moment.

But after a while, he pursed his lips and turned his face to follow the sound while playing.

Three years have passed, but Grandma Tang seems to have aged a lot.

She was wearing a delicate and beautiful cheongsam, which outlined her tall and straight body, and a charming silk scarf and shawl made her look elegant and noble.

Grandma Tang is an artist, and her temperament is naturally extraordinary.

She was holding the microphone at this time, her eyes were a little red, and she was obviously a little excited.

She looked at the elder sister who was playing the piano on the stage, her old voice hesitated to speak, but she still couldn't help asking, "Little girl, what's your name?"

Shi Mei almost burst into tears, turned her head slightly, tried her best to suppress the urge to cry, and then forced herself to swallow her choked sobs calmly, and said softly, "You can call me... Elder Sister."

"Big sister?" Grandma Tang's voice was a little disappointed, and then she smiled politely and elegantly: "Don't mind, you are a bit like my granddaughter, and you wear a mask, so I thought To ask."

Shi Mei burst into tears in an instant, and her hand playing the piano trembled slightly.

She wanted to respond to the old man's words, but she didn't dare.

She was afraid that if she spoke, she would lose her sense of proportion.

Under the stage, Shi Lingyan, who was watching her from a distance, tightened the ball of paper in his hand.

She looked so sad.

Seeing that she was silent, Grandma Tang asked again: "Master, can you play the pipa?"

Shi Mei bit her lip and nodded heavily.

Grandma Tang gripped the microphone even tighter, "What pieces do you know how to play?"

"I..." The voice was very low, almost inaudible, "I will."

After one sentence fell, the audience was full of discussions.

will?

How can it be!

But Grandma Tang couldn't help sobbing, "Then, can you play a song for Grandma?"

(End of this chapter)