The director asked Liu Ting'er to talk about "Guangling San", but she didn't expect that Liu Ting'er didn't even need to read the score, so she started to play it at his fingertips.

Behind the piano she was sitting on, the ethereal and leisurely singing lingered in the ears of everyone, as if she was in a dream. She was dressed in ancient costumes with a fresh and elegant, gentle and classical temperament as if she had come out of a painting. Just like a real ancient woman, that irreplaceable temperament is completely natural.

  While talking, Liu Ting'er burst into tears with the sound of the faint piano.

   Suddenly flashes of her previous memories in her mind. She was originally the princess of the Yue Kingdom during the period of Wu Yue hegemony, but she did not expect to travel to the modern age in an unintentional fall into the water.

Now that Guangling is playing, the past and the past flash in my mind, as if I have returned to that time, back to the days when I was still with my father, my eyes are red, and there are tears in my eyes, it looks like that. It hurts.

  Everyone watched Liu Ting'er playing so deeply, she couldn't bear to interrupt her, everyone was immersed in the sound of the piano.

At the climax of the song, Liu Ting'er's gentle and quiet voice faintly spread: "Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, scattered into the spring breeze and full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, there is no one who can not afford the love of the homeland."

  Finally, the slender fingers gathered and twisted slowly, and the song was finished.

There was a huge applause in the surroundings. Everyone looked at Liu Ting'er with admiration, especially Zhang Qianbo's gaze looking at Liu Ting'er. They were completely plunged into the abyss, unable to pull out, and a heart seemed to be so without warning. The earth sank in, sank, sank, he knew that after seeing Liu Ting'er, all his heartbeats existed for her.

  It’s just that Zhang Qianbo felt that at this time, he felt that Liu Ting'er was so beautiful that he didn’t have the courage to approach him.

   Liu Ting'er recovered from the applause.

   sighed faintly. At that moment, she was in a daze. After all, she was fake. She came to this strange world by herself, experiencing everything strange, and no one could understand the barrenness of her heart.

  However, all I met were a group of lovely people.

  She quickly wiped away her tears, and bowed to the crowd: "I'm sorry, I was too involved, I didn't mean to cry."

   "You just played really well." Zhang Qianbo stepped forward, stood in front of Liu Ting'er, praised sincerely, and felt a little nervous when speaking.

  Liu Ting'er heard Zhang Qianbo praise her so much, she couldn't help being a little shy, lowered her head and smiled faintly.

   "Whose jade flute is flying in the dark and the spring breeze is full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, if you hear the willows, no one can not afford the love of the hometown." Zhang Qianbo's voice was deep and comfortable, and he slowly read the poem that Liu Ting'er had just read.

   "You remembered it?" Liu Ting'er raised her head in surprise. He just read it once, and he remembered it like that.

   "Well. You said so well, Ting'er, you are really a very talented woman." Zhang Qianbo stared at Liu Ting'er with good-looking eyes, with a sincere expression, "Are you homesick?"

  Liu Ting'er’s eyes suddenly burst into waves. He actually understood?

  At first, she thought that no one could understand what she was thinking in her heart, but she didn't expect Zhang Qianbo to know that she wanted to express her feelings of missing her relatives.

  Liu Ting'er couldn't help being touched, and she felt a little bit more fond of Zhang Qianbo, feeling that he really seemed to understand what he was thinking.

  She nodded.