A burst of harsh sounds sounded, and everyone frowned slightly.

The sound is good, but the tone is messy.

Everyone heard this tone, naturally it is believed that Song Wushou will not play.

A few of the wives who had a good relationship with Mrs. Song were in the sound of the piano, and couldn’t help but say nothing to Song.

"But it, don't play it, don't play it, this voice, isn't it strong to **** my ears?"

"She is like this, everything must be able to do it, not to hold it."

"Is it a bomb, it will also play?"

"..."

Song Yongmei with his hands around his chest, smugly watching Song Wushou.

Song Wuzhe glanced at the women. "Who said that I can't play? I just tried the piano."

After that, Song Wuxi looked at Gu Yu.

Gu Shuguang looked at her coldly and looked blank.

Oh, he must be very angry now?

Everyone listened to Song Wuyou’s words, and felt that Song Worry was not only arrogant, but also very ignorant, loved and able to love the limelight.

"It will bounce, just hurry up, we can't wait to hear it." A wife kissed the taste of the play and urged.

Song Wuwei responded: "What are you in a hurry, let me see this piano."

Song Wushou looked down and looked like a piano. In fact, she recalled the songs she used to play in the past.

At the time of the war, when she returned to the military camp, she liked to play "The Last Slice of Banana Leaf" for the comrades to listen to. This is a passionate heart and a song that misses her hometown.

After being sealed as a scorpion, she likes to play "Night Rain."

"Night Rain" is a very sad tune, and every time you play, you can't help but burst into tears.

So many people look at her, of course she does not want to play "Night Rain", she does not want them to see their sad expression.

"No worries, this string is very complicated. I only know a little about it. You won't understand it. We won't laugh at you." Song Yuyue saw Song Wushou not playing for a long time, so he was very understanding. .

On the surface, it is to solve the problem of no worries for Song. Actually, it is a face that is ruined by Song.

Song Wuyou slowly looked up, looked at Song Haoyue without hesitation, and smiled brilliantly. "I just understand it."

"Don't make trouble, come down!" Song Nan didn't want to see this arrogant daughter continue to lose face. He looked at Song Wuxi with sternness.

Song Wu worry raised his chin slightly, his eyes swept over the scene.

In addition to Gu’s grandfather’s face and kindness, Gu’s face looked at her coldly, and the expressions of other people were obviously watching her jokes.

Song Wuxi secretly said to the original master, it is time for them to know that you are not a straw bag.

Song’s worry-free eyes fell on Gu’s body.

Haven't you always thought that Song Haoyue is better than me in all aspects?

Song Wuxiao smiled lightly, and the ten fingers on the strings moved gently.

Her mouth twitched slightly, and she looked at Gu Yu with a smile.

That look is so indifferent, so cold and arrogant.

Gu Yu slightly frowns, this woman, why use such an expression to him?

Her eyes are so indifferent, and with a hint of hate...

Is it an illusion?

Will it be an illusion?

What happened next is not to be considered by Gu Yu.

Because, as Song Wushou ten fingers caressed on the strings, a low-pitched tune sounded.

The sound of the song made the scene suddenly very quiet.

A long, slow sound of the piano, like the flow from the flute.