The director asked Liu tinger to talk about Guangling San, but unexpectedly, Liu tinger didn't even need to read the score and began to play it.
Sitting behind the piano, her ethereal and leisurely singing lingered in everyone's ears, as if in a dream. She was dressed in ancient clothes, and her fresh, elegant, gentle and classical temperament was like coming out of the painting. She was like a real ancient woman, and her irreplaceable Qi was natural.
Talking, with the faint sound of the piano, Liu tinger immediately shed tears.
Her memory flashed in my mind. She was the princess of Yue during the period of Wu Yue hegemony, but she didn't expect to cross the modern world in an unintentional fall into the water.
Now, when Guangling scattered, the past flashed in my mind. It seemed that I was back to that time and the days when I was still around my father. My eyes were red and tears were in my eyes. It was so distressing.
The audience watched Liu tinger play so hard that they couldn't bear to interrupt her. Everyone was immersed in the sound of the piano.
At the climax of the song, Liu tinger's gentle and quiet voice came out faintly: "whose jade flute flies secretly, scattered into the spring breeze all over Los Angeles. When I hear the broken willows in this Nocturne, who can't afford the love of his hometown."
Finally, the slender fingers close gently and twist slowly to finish the song.
There was huge applause around for a moment. Everyone looked at Liu tinger with admiration, especially Zhang Qianbo. He was completely trapped in the abyss and couldn't pull out. A heart seemed to sink in, sink and sink without warning. He knew that after seeing Liu tinger, all the heartbeats existed for her.
However, Zhang Qianbo felt that Liu tinger was so beautiful that he didn't have the courage to approach.
Liu tinger recovered from the applause.
She sighed faintly. At that moment, she was in a trance. After all, it was false. She came to this strange world alone and experienced everything strange. No one could understand the desolation at the bottom of her heart.
However, at any rate, they met a group of lovely people.
She quickly wiped away her tears and bowed to the crowd: "sorry, I'm too involved. I didn't mean to cry."
"You just played very well." Zhang Qianbo stepped forward and stood in front of Liu tinger, praising sincerely. When he spoke, he was inexplicably nervous.
Hearing Zhang Qianbo's praise, Liu tinger couldn't help being a little shy, lowered her head and smiled faintly.
"Whose jade flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. Who can't afford the feeling of hometown when you hear the broken willows in this Nocturne." Zhang Qianbo's voice is thick and comfortable, and slowly read the poem just read by Liu tinger.
"Did you remember?" Liu tinger raised her head in some surprise. She just read it once. He just remembered it.
"Well, that's very nice of you, ting'er. You are really a talented woman." Zhang Qianbo stared at Liu ting'er with good-looking eyes and a sincere face. "Are you homesick?"
Liu tinger's eyes suddenly made waves. Did he understand?
Originally, she thought that no one could understand what she was thinking. Unexpectedly, Zhang Qianbo knew that he wanted to express his feelings of missing his relatives.
Liu tinger couldn't help being moved. She had a deeper affection for Zhang Qianbo, and felt that he seemed to really understand what she was thinking.
She nodded.