C70

It was said that there was a gap between three years old and one generation old. He and his wife were eleven years apart, almost four generations apart, so many times he and his wife had different opinions and opinions. It would be very common in the future.

The dim light fell on his face, and his expression was gloomy and unclear. One could only see that the gold-threaded flat lens would occasionally reflect a translucent light.

His black coat, black trousers and black shoes seemed to blend with the darkness, but his cold and reserved aura was quickly discovered by others. His surroundings were filled with blushing infatuation, even the few rows of people behind him turned to look at him.

He was not affected at all. His gaze was fixed on the stage, waiting for his wife to appear. He pursed his lips and thought, What would she do? What kind of clothes would he wear?

When he thought of what she could perform, the smile on his face disappeared. He thought bitterly, if she dared to perform that passionate, charming dance again, he would bring her down.

After the host finished his announcement, the audience became lively once again. Cheers, whistles, and waving banners. He pursed his lips. His wife had quite a number of guards.

Suddenly, the entire performance hall went dark and the audience gasped in surprise. A dozen seconds later, the stage was illuminated once more. In the dim circle of light, a person sat quietly in front of a black piano.

Her eyes were slightly closed, white clothes, red pants, red shoes, and a black rock hat. She was dressed like a rock and roll, and was a noble looking piano with black paint.

Either you're wearing a black piano with a black dress giving off a solemn feeling, or you're wearing a white piano with a white dress giving off a feeling of elegance and cleanliness, like Chang Ya Jing. What the hell are you wearing so casually?

Are you really here to play the piano? You must be joking!

Some people below were laughing. They were Chang Ya Jing's fans.

"Did these sisters go to the wrong place? You want to play the piano like our goddess even dressed like this? Haha! "

"That's right, she's here to be a joke!"

"Holy shit, this girl is awesome!"

"You should step down, don't waste your time."

Even the ten teachers in the judges' seats frowned. They looked at each other, unable to understand what this girl was trying to do.

Xi Muqiao stared at the tiny figure on the stage, his thin lips pursed into a line. He did not care about the sighs around him. He knew that his wife had a lot of evil ideas, and every time, she would give him an unexpected surprise.

He Miao, who was backstage, looked down at the people who were sighing and cursed, "What a bunch of blind people. Even a b * tch genius like Mu Niu would be blinded by them!"

Qiu Ning hurriedly nodded her head in agreement. "That's right, that's right!"

She believed that this year would be the same. She did not care about the ten thousand yuan, what she cared about was being watched by thousands of people, that kind of gaze and applause had greatly satisfied her vanity.

She heard the dissonance below, and went to take a look, and when she saw what the man on the stage was wearing, she burst out laughing, the flowers quivering, not masking the contempt in her laughter.

She looked over from the backstage and saw Qiao Mu with her face turned sideways and wearing a hat. She did not recognize Qiao Mu at all. She smiled and pointed at Qiao Mu as she spoke to the person beside her.

"Is she going to play the piano?" "What a weirdo."

The surrounding people all had fawning smiles hanging on their faces as they echoed his words and started to laugh.

"You are the weirdos, your entire family is the weirdos!" "Are you f * cking blind?"

Qiu Ning glared at her. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to go and settle her debts when Shao Bin stopped him.

"Sister Mu once said that her strength is enough to slap one's face!"

Qiao Mu was completely unaffected by the outside world. She pulled out a red kerchief from her pocket and folded it into a strip. She looked devoutly at the piano for the last time before slowly covering her eyes with the kerchief and making a knot at the back of her head.

She blocked out all sounds. At this moment, there was only the black piano in her heart. She counted the clocks in her mind and slowly raised her hands. Her fingers were slender and delicate, and her full lips were curved into a smile.

Just when everyone was confused, the melodious sound of the zither poured out from under her fingertips. Suddenly, the ruckus at the scene abruptly disappeared and the entire place became deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Qiao Mu in disbelief. After a short period of silence, the place became bustling with activity.

Heavens, she was actually shooting blind!

The slender, round fingertips danced on the crisscrossing black and white keys, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, accompanied by an eternally sad and sorrowful feeling.

It was a sad piece, Chopin's "Eulogy in E Major," and the departure was not the end, but a new beginning.

No one knew that she was mourning for her childhood dream. The sadness of the melody filled the hearts of everyone present. Some of them had red eyes, while others were wiping their eyes. The entire hall was filled with the thick smell of grief.

This was the soul song created by his state of mind. At this moment, the world had become quiet. At this moment, the world was crying.

Xi Muqiao's gaze was focused on that tiny person in the tiny beam of light. His delicate chin was taut and his eyes gradually turned red. Unknowingly, the corners of his eyes had been wet.

He knew the piano, and he could understand the great pathos behind it. He could probably guess why she chose this piece.

It had never occurred to him that his wife possessed such exquisite musical skills. Only those who knew the piano could know how difficult it was to play blind, and this was even more astonishing than the last time he had heard his wife sing.

He pursed his lips and suddenly thought of his wife's childhood. It was as if his heart had been ripped open by a huge wound. Pain accompanied by fresh blood gushed out. Just how much sorrow was hidden under that small face that rippled all day?

He pinched the sore corners of his eyes and looked tenderly at Qiao Mu, who was immersed in her own music on the stage. A faint smile appeared in his deep, dark eyes.

Do you know, ma'am, that your smile is what I've been after?

"Heavens, this is too touching. I want to cry."

Qiu Ning wiped her tear-filled eyes as she stared at the stage. Her hand grabbed Shao Bin's arm, leaving behind many crescent moons on Shao Bin's white arm.

The enchanting beauty was in the middle of recording. Her exquisite face was grave as she listened to the two girls talk about Qiao Mu not touching any musical instruments since she was 9 years old. She only touched the piano a week before the competition.

He hadn't touched a piano in over a decade and was familiar with it for a short week before he was able to blindly play. This wasn't something that could be accomplished with a proficient zither skill, and he still needed extreme talent.