Chapter 55
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Ji Yuan made a gesture to the emcee in the distance. The emcee understood and solemnly introduced that the next program would be performed by Meng Churong and Zhou Yuhe.
The applause was thunderous.
Zhou Yuhe made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation under the gaze of thousands of people.
Meng Churong also smiled sweetly, took his arm, and walked to the stage in the center of the rooftop.
From the surface, there was no resentment between the two at all.
On the contrary, the golden couple was very eye-catching.
This was the entertainment industry.
All fights and grudges must be hidden under the facade of light. Even if the partner walking the red carpet with you was a b * tch that you couldn't wait to tear apart, you could only put on a perfect smile and wait for the right opportunity to strike.
Meng Churong was probably in this state of mind.
Zhou Yuhe sat down in front of the piano.
He smiled slightly.
After getting Meng Churong's permission, he put his fingers on the piano keys.
A string of beautiful and pleasant melodies flowed out from Zhou Yuhe's slender white fingertips like the tinkling sound of spring water, instantly capturing the listener's mind.
But Meng Churong's face changed.
He changed the tune.
Meng Churong couldn't figure out whether the other party had been planning for a long time or did it on the spur of the moment.
But she was worthy of being the only pearl in the palm of the Meng Group. She had seen countless storms and waves. In less than five seconds, she came back to her senses and found her own rhythm in the slightly different melody. She opened her mouth very smoothly and cut in.
Her voice was mellow and mellow, like the low cry of an oriole, and like a pearl falling on a jade plate. Coupled with the spring-like sound of the piano, the two of them had a kind of tacit understanding like mountains and flowing water. The more the listener listened, the more intoxicated and addicted.
Those who didn't know would think that the two of them had rehearsed for several days in advance and deliberately took out the song to perform.
Meng Churong maintained a sweet and gentle smile on her face, but her heart kept beating like a drum.
Zhou Yuhe's performance level was obviously different from the information she had received.
Not only did he have the ability to play a song smoothly and perfectly, but he also had the ability to arrange music!
"Share" was originally a relatively peaceful and soothing song, but under the hands of Zhou Yuhe, it miraculously became a quiet and sad little love song. This kind of adaptation not only did not change the original song into something out of place, but also made it more quiet and ethereal, making Zhou Yuhe, who was wearing a suit and playing the piano, look like a noble and melancholy prince in the Middle Ages.
To suppress the other party in such a performance?
Meng Churong no longer had such thoughts.
Underestimating the enemy had caused her to fall into the other party's trap. She could only be led by the nose. Completely keeping up with the other party's rhythm had already consumed all of her energy. Who could still care about those messy thoughts?
However, even though she was so careful, the moment the next note changed —
She, Meng Churong.
His voice cracked.
The guests who were originally intoxicated by the song all frowned in an instant.
It was over.
There was a moment of blankness in her brain. Before her brain realized this, her body instinctively took the initiative to continue singing.
However, the broken voice was so sharp that no one could ignore it.
Everyone present looked at Meng Churong's expression …
It was already very subtle.
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