People in the restaurant, passersby who heard the tune, and everyone from the production crew went over.
Then everyone saw a young girl sitting on a small stool at the stage of the mixed restaurant. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing half of her fair arm, and her hair was draped forward in front of her chest, with a few stray hairs falling down to cover her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
She clapped her hands up and down, with a drum in front of her.
As the song was sung a cappella, she rhythmically patted the drum with both hands; the accompaniment and melody were a perfect match.
Jiang Zhaoying was in an exceptionally good mood when she saw that everyone was gradually arriving and most of them were listening intently to the piece.
Ning Qiluo is still singing:
-The wind blows, the clouds drift.
- Accompanied by our laughter
...
When the song ended, she stopped playing the hand drum, as if only then coming to her senses. She had been so engrossed in the music that she hadn't realized the stage was now surrounded by people.
I don't know who shouted it first.
Then everyone joined in the shouting.
"This is so beautiful! I haven't heard such a beautiful piece of music in a long time."
"Is the way she plays the hand drum a local? I've heard that locals are very good at playing the hand drum."
"Really? I didn't know. I just thought she played the hand drum very well and her singing was especially beautiful. I regret not recording it earlier."
"Yes, yes, me too. It's a pity I didn't record it. It sounds so good."
The onlookers were pleasantly surprised to hear such a beautiful piece of music and a hand drum performance in this restaurant.
Even the production crew was mesmerized.
Tan Xia's radiance was stolen, and her face looked terrible, but who could notice her at that moment?
The firefly at this moment is Tan Xia.
But the true radiance of the moon has always belonged to Ning Qiluo.
Just now, when Jiang Zhaoying pulled Ning Qiluo over, she didn't know she was going to play the hand drum. At the time, she asked him in surprise, "Are you going to play the hand drum?"
Jiang Zhaoying replied, "I don't know how to play the hand drum."
"Then why did you bring me here?" she asked, puzzled.
Because I never expected that she would be the one performing the hand drum.
Jiang Zhaoying blew a stray hair from her forehead, her peach blossom eyes sparkling: "You really are no match for Tan Xia's tea ceremony skills. Didn't you notice that she's been imitating you in every little detail?"
Yes, Jiang Zhaoying revealed what she had already discovered.
After all, he was in the same group as Tan Xia today.
"You're a boy, don't talk about girls like that behind their backs," Ning Qiluo said to him seriously.
Jiang Zhaoying was about to say that Ning Qiluo was being a saint when she heard her say, "You should have said it to her face; that would have been more satisfying."
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
In fact, some of Tan Xia's behaviors on the show were not enough to warrant direct criticism, and Ning Qiluo knew this, which is why she always acted indifferent.
Of course, Jiang Zhaoying knew about it too.
So what they just said was obviously just a joke between the two of them.
Ning Qiluo stepped down and tried out the hand drum to make sure she wasn't rusty: "Actually, I haven't touched a hand drum in a long time. My mother is a hand drum expert, and I learned from her."
Jiang Zhaoying revealed a confident expression and said, "As expected, I knew there was nothing you couldn't do."
Ning Qiluo smiled and said, "I don't know how to do the new Jiwu dance."
"Come on, who are you lacking in dance skills?" Jiang Zhaoying teased her. "My brother said you can do a little bit of everything."
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