Those who practice in the hall are all their own people, and each one is a master. Su Qianci's face turned red when she was praised.

"It's really good," Song Yifan walked over, "How long have you been studying?"

"Well...three years, four years..."

Of course, I learned it in my previous life.

"I have been able to achieve this level after studying for three or four years. This talent... is really worthy of being..." The female pianist smiled and looked around, but she didn't point it out. Everyone around knew what it meant.

When Song Yifan heard the female piano player's words, his face turned red with excitement, "One more song? Let's play together."

"good."

After a song came out, Song Yifan and Su Qianci had a good understanding of each other, as if they had worked together in advance, and it was hard to believe it.

"Okay!" The female piano player clapped her hands, "It's great. If it weren't for Brother Song's unmarried, I would have thought you were his daughter!"

When Su Qianci heard this, she subconsciously glanced at Song Yifan.

"Don't talk nonsense." Although this is the case, there was an unconcealed smile on his face.

Obviously, he likes to hear this.

Those present knew Song Yifan very well, and someone immediately shouted again: "When you say this, it really looks a bit like it, especially the face and mouth shape, look."

"Yes, it's really a bit like it. Do you think this looks like the photo in Brother Song's wallet?"

"Like it, it won't..."

Everyone looked at their eyes.

Su Qianci smiled and said nothing.

Song Yifan was afraid that she would be unhappy and said, "Don't talk nonsense, her mother's surname is Su."

"The surname of mother? Where is your father?" There was someone who was a mean person and was glared at by Song Yifan.

Su Qianci didn't care and said frankly: "I don't have a father. I have been thrown by my mother at the entrance of the orphanage since I was a child."

"Ah, it's so miserable, that's right. You don't have a father. Brother Song has always wanted a daughter. Otherwise, you should recognize him as your godfather."

"Bah your godfather, don't you know that godfather is very ambiguous now? Our Brother Song is a big good man. If you want to call him, he will be called his adoptive father."

"Come on, call me the adoptive father!"

"Call the foster father, the foster father!"

...

The sound of cheering around became louder and louder. Song Yifan was a little displeased and said, "You guys are enough. Qian Ci is the guest I invited this time. The concert is about to begin. I see you still making trouble."

"Guest, does it mean to be able to play on stage?" someone asked.

"You're on stage. Qianci's violin is not worse than anna at all. Why not try on stage?"

"What does Qian Ci think?"

Wherever the eyes gathered, Su Qianci was a little nervous: "Will it cause you trouble? I'm afraid I can't do it..."

And in such an occasion, it’s not particularly important, right? She has destroyed the thing, so what should I do?

"No, don't be nervous, just follow my rhythm then." The female pianist looked righteous, "Don't worry, your level is good, I'll be optimistic about you."

To be honest, Su Qianci also wants to try it out.

I dream of it.

It was impossible for her to have such an opportunity in her previous life. Now... do you need to seize it?

"It's okay," Song Yifan looked at her, "If you feel nervous, don't play today, there will be a performance tomorrow morning."

"I'm here," Su Qianci's face was a little red, and her eyes were shining. "I want to try it, can I?"

When Song Yifan saw a little nervous desire popping out of her eyes, he smiled and naturally stretched out his hand and rubbed her head like a child: "Silly girl, of course."
Chapter completed!