"What a beautiful girl," whispered the front row


    "The pipa is really good."


    "I feel it''s good to play pipa. It''s very temperament."


    Fu Nanli gently twists his finger belly and stares at the people on the stage.


    The light was still on wenjo alone, but in the dark, the drums went from weak to strong, and the drumbeats became more and more intensive. Everyone''s hearts were raised to their voices, and the battle situation seemed to be in front of them.


    The sound of fighting along the dark river seemed to ring in my ears.


    Then, all the lights on the stage were on, and a melodious flute came from the sky, which relieved the atmosphere of the massacre. The Guqin was loud and clear, thick, like a bronze bell, and its overtone was transparent like a pearl.


    Four different instruments, with perfect coordination, climax.


    This is an audio-visual feast.


    An exciting ambush ended, and thunderous applause broke out in the venue.


    This is different from that in Yangyin. The students of Yangyin advocate western music. Even if Wenqiao and Wenqiao perform well, they can''t get warm applause.


    The audience here is objective and fair.


    Applause is the biggest affirmation to them.


    Followed by a gentle and graceful, sentimental [Liangzhu].


    Liang Zhu, a household name, has a strong sense of resonance among the audience. They have also contributed to a super high level of performance, and there are bursts of applause from time to time in the venue.


    Xu Lu also came. She was sitting in the corner wearing a mask. Zhao Tong asked her to come over and said that there was a good show to watch today.


    After her nose was injured, she couldn''t get up to do anything, and she couldn''t even connect with the Internet. But Zhao Tong said that Wenqiao would make a fool of herself today, so she couldn''t miss it.


    Can come after, but did not see Wenqiao make a fool of himself, only saw her show no two.


    Applause, praise, it all sounds very harsh.


    Finally, a song [Liangzhu] came to an end, and the applause lasted for a long time.


    Xu Lu couldn''t help but roll her eyes, a group of people who had no insight.


    Finally came to the question session, the staff handed the microphone to a man in a suit in the second row.


    The man stood up and asked directly, "this Pipa player is Wenqiao, isn''t he?"


    The staff handed wenjo a microphone: "hello."


    "I would like to ask you, about the Internet spread, you are Mu Yue teacher, how do you think?"


    Wenqiao heart a Deng, this is Zhao Tong they arranged?


    Let her ride a tiger?


    How can these people get upset if they don''t get into trouble?


    Silence, at least half a minute''s silence, it''s cold.


    Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan look proud. Wenqiao now admits that she is not, nor does she deny that she will be beaten in the face by Hai Mao. If she does not admit it, those netizens on the Internet will certainly scold her for hype and put gold on her face.


    Xu Lu''s face was dignified.


    This is what Zhao Tong said. Do you have a good show? Make a fool of wenjo?


    Somehow, she had a bad feeling in her heart. Wenjo, she had composed a song. The star bridge was very popular in school at that time, so she took it as her own.


    It shows that wenjo has the ability in this respect.


    Before, she had been reluctant to think about it, because she did not dare to think about it, because she did not want to put moyue and Wenqiao on a little relationship.


    But now, the problem is on wenjo''s lips.


    This made her a little panicked and had to think about it.


    Can Wenqiao be moyue?


    Very likely.


    First, she can compose music;


    secondly, Shang fan has clearly said that Mu Yue is a student of Yangyin;


    thirdly, in the new year''s party, Shang fan and Wen Qiao performed together.


    Xu Lu''s face was very ugly, even her breath was a little stagnant, nervously looking at the people on the stage.


    I hope she thinks too much.


    "Wenqiao, are you a teacher of moyue?"


    The male reporter''s tone is a bit gloating, as if waiting to see her embarrassing.


    Wenqiao''s eyes closed slightly. Suddenly, he raised his eyes to the male reporter with a firm voice -


    "yes I am Mu Yue. "


    There was an uproar.