Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Under the gaze of the crowd, Xiao Bao and qian'er look at each other. Finally, qian'er walks to the piano and sits down with his hands on the keys,

Compared with Helan's slender fingers, the children's fingers are obviously much younger, and they also give people a feeling that they can't play any good music at all. The six foreign actors over there laugh when they see the scene on the big screen.

Although a few of them are not malicious, the laughter at this time always gives people an uncomfortable feeling.

Tang Xin stands opposite and follows Xiao Bao. With encouragement in his eyes, he looks at qian'er sitting in front of the piano and smiles at him.

All of a sudden, such as the sound of the Jingtao rippling across the recording hall, the original noisy scene suddenly quieted down and accepted the washing of the soul.

The sound of the piano changes from rapid to slow, and then becomes like a long stream, like the breeze. The black-and-white keys are dancing on the keys like dancing spirits in those young hands.

If Helan just performed a piece of music, now the child is performing a piece of life. He is telling people what they need to savor.

The last key fell, and the whole audience was silent. They had not recovered from the heart shaking music until Tang Xin took the lead in clapping.

Qian'er came down from the chair. Because of her small size, she was not tall enough and needed to jump down a little. But at the moment, no one dared to laugh again.

He cool line of a gentleman's ceremony, on behalf of the end of the performance, applause again loud.

Tang Xin walked over and touched his little head with pride.

"What did I just hear? Is that really something that an eight or nine year old child can play out? "

"It almost made me cry. You told me it was played by an eight year old child. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it."

"Gods! Let those people open their eyes and have a good look. In China, a little child can play better than them. "

Heran's face became very ugly. It was blue and white, like a palette.

When she thought of Zhao Lirong's promise, she stamped her feet with hatred. This time, she failed, and her eyes burst out with malice. Before the program was over, she still had a chance to embarrass Tang Xin!

However, Tang Xin did not give her this opportunity.

Xiao Ju had already brought the zither. Seeing Tang Xin's eyes, she ran over and set up the zither.

Tang Xin stepped forward slowly, sat on the chair, fingers gently fiddled with the strings, soft voice: "I'm sorry."

She lowered her eyelids, and her face became more and more beautiful under the soft light of the hall. For example, after passing through time and space, a beautiful girl was sitting on the battlefield, fiddling with the strings.

One is the solemn and stirring that makes people cry, the other is the heroic triumph, the other is the hero's pity at the end of the curtain, from silence to excitement, and then back to silence.

It seems that the delicate hands are not playing the strings, but the heartstrings of everyone.

Just when the crowd was so shocked that they couldn't speak, a beautiful, soft and quiet piano sound seemed not abrupt, but it seemed to bring dew to the arid desert.

Looking up, there are two small figures sitting side by side. Together with their mother, they play a song that they will never forget with the fusion of eastern and Western musical instruments.

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