Those rehearsing in the concert hall were all our own people, and each of them was an expert. Su Qianci blushed at the praise.
"Really good," Song Yifan came over, "How long have you been learning?"
"Um... three, four years..."
Of course, I learned it in my previous life.
“You’ve only studied for three or four years and you’ve reached this level. What a talent… You’re truly worthy of it…” The female pianist chuckled and looked around but didn’t point it out. Everyone around knew what it meant.
When Song Yifan heard what the female pianist said, his face flushed with excitement, "Another song? Let's play together."
"good."
After singing one song, Song Yifan and Su Qianci had such good understanding that it was as if they had worked together before, and their coordination was so unbelievable.
"Great!" The female violinist clapped her hands. "Great! If it weren't for the fact that Brother Song wasn't married, I would have thought you were his daughter!"
Su Qianci heard this and subconsciously glanced at Song Yifan.
"Don't talk nonsense." Although he said this, there was an unconcealable smile on his face.
Obviously, he liked to hear this.
Everyone present knew Song Yifan very well, and someone immediately shouted, "Now that you mention it, he does look a bit like her, especially the shape of her face and mouth. Look."
"Yes, yes, it really does look a bit like him. Look at this one, does it look like the photo in Brother Song's wallet?"
"Yeah, it's not like that..."
Everyone's eyes looked over here.
Su Qianci smiled and said nothing.
Song Yifan was afraid that she would be unhappy, so he said, "Don't talk nonsense, her mother's surname is Su."
"Take your mother's last name? Where's your father?" Someone said something rude and Song Yifan glared at him.
Su Qianci didn't care and said frankly: "I don't have a father. My mother left me at the door of an orphanage when I was young."
"Oh, that's so tragic. That's perfect. You don't have a father. Brother Song has always wanted a daughter. Why don't you recognize him as your godfather?"
"Bah, your godfather, don't you know that the word godfather is very ambiguous nowadays? Our Brother Song is a very good man, if you want to call him that, you should call him godfather."
"Come on, call me godfather!"
"Call me godfather, call me godfather!"
…
The noises around him were getting louder and louder. Song Yifan was a little unhappy and said, "That's enough. Qianci is my guest this time. The concert is about to start. Let's see if you can still make trouble."
"Guest, do you mean you're going to go on stage and perform?" someone asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Let's go on stage. Qianci plays the violin just as well as Anna. Why don't you try going on stage?"
"What do you think, Qianci?"
As their eyes converged, Su Qianci became a little nervous: "Will this cause you trouble? I'm afraid I won't be able to do it well..."
Besides, in this kind of situation, shouldn't it be particularly important? What should I do if she destroys the thing
"No, don't be nervous, just follow my rhythm when the time comes." The female violinist said righteously, "Don't worry, your level is good, I believe in you."
To be honest, Su Qianci also wanted to go up and try it.
I dream about it.
She would never have had such an opportunity in her previous life, but now... should she seize it
"It's okay," Song Yifan looked at her, "If you feel nervous, don't go on stage today. There is another performance tomorrow morning."
"I'll go," Su Qianci's face flushed, her eyes sparkling, "I want to try, is that okay?"
Song Yifan saw some nervousness and desire in her eyes, smiled, and naturally reached out his hand and rubbed her head like coaxing a child: "Silly girl, of course you can."
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[I accidentally fell asleep. With the permission of the two hall masters, the update will be postponed to tomorrow *^V^* Hehe, please continue to ask for recommendation votes]
(End of this chapter)