Afterwards, the whole place fell silent.
Quiet and romantic music flowed from the girl's fingertips, and even Jin Yuhao in the audience was stunned.
Jin Yuhao stood tall and looked up at the girl on the stage.
Chopin Nocturne No. 2 in E-flat major, Op. 9
This is the piece that pianists practice the most, but not many can play it well.
Many pianists have performed it, but I didn’t expect that she could interpret it with a different flavor.
The quiet and distant sound of the piano is low, like a girl telling her thoughts.
The simplest way of playing, without too many techniques, evoked the deepest feelings in his heart.
The cold and indifferent boy, with his calm eyes, showed a shocked expression for the first time.
The song ends.
There was silence off the court.
Tang Susu stood up and thanked him as usual.
I don't know who started the applause, but the audience burst into thunderous applause.
All the students were shocked.
"Oh my god, is this really played by Tang Susu? It can't be fake!"
"This is such a beautiful piece of music! What kind of song is this?"
“This is deified!”
"In just one year, she's made such great progress. Tang Susu must have traveled through time with the pianist!"
Tang Susu's music is really good.
Many of them didn't understand music, but she brought them all into the world of music.
Good music is appreciated by both the elite and the masses.
Two hosts came on stage.
The hosting process is generally that two people take turns introducing the program.
This time it was Jin Yuhao's turn to rescue Tang Susu's performance and tell the type of the next performance.
But the female host looked at Jin Yuhao holding the microphone without saying a word. She walked up to him with a smile, praised Tang Susu, and announced the next program.
Tang Susu stood where she was, gently pinching the hem of her skirt with her slender white fingers, and took one last look at the back door of the auditorium.
But the boy never showed up.
She nodded to the female host beside her and left.
After leaving the stage, many classmates came over.
Some women couldn't help but give compliments.
"Wow, Tang Susu, you play the piano so well!"
"Tang Susu, you are awesome!"
Tang Susu was neither humble nor servile after being praised. She narrowed her eyes and said, "I just practiced longer. Your performance was also amazing!"
In the corner, there were a few classmates who disliked Tang Susu and whispered, "So what if she's good at playing the piano? She's still not as pretty as Shi Yanli!"
Tang Susu listened, but her expression didn't change.
The sentence she heard most often in the past was, "Besides being a good pianist and pretty, what else can she do?"
Her physical appearance is actually quite good.
She walked through the crowd, went backstage, put on her thick goose yellow down cotton, and walked out of the auditorium.
All the teachers in the school were in the auditorium. The campus was empty, with dead leaves drifting in the wind, and it was extremely desolate.
The cold wind was howling, and the girl, wearing a knitted hat and a pure white apron, still had her face blown red.
Tang Susu put her frozen hands in her pockets, walked under a camphor tree, and looked up.
In winter, the leaves of the camphor tree are all dry, but there is still a faint fragrance in the air.
On the day of the English speech competition, He Zhimo appeared here.
But today, he didn't show up.
Tang Susu narrowed her eyes.
I don’t know where He Zhimo is now?
What are you busy with?
After Christmas Eve that day, the two never contacted each other again.
Suddenly a fallen leaf fell down.
She reached out, took the fallen leaf, and blinked gently.
After a while, she lowered her head and blew the fallen leaves away from her palm.
She patted her red, frozen fingers and turned away.
In the corner, a young man dressed in black walked out.
He came under the camphor tree, bent down, and picked up the fallen leaf that the girl had just blown away with his slender fingers.
Behind him, a young man slowly followed.
He bowed his head and said respectfully, "Mr. He, why don't you go over? She seems to be waiting for you."
The young man raised his chin slightly and glanced at him indifferently.
The young man lowered his head in fear and didn't dare to say a word.
He Zhimo turned around and prepared to leave.
The fallen leaves were held firmly in his palm.
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