"I like it, Weiwei wants to wear it."
Xiao Mingwei answered loudly.
Xiao Mingrui and Xiao Minghan nodded together, and their eyes lit up for a moment.
"As long as you like it, mom will go to the courtyard to wash and dry it, and I'll give it to you to wear tomorrow morning." Before Jiang Li could get up, Luo Yanqing took the clothes from her hand: "I'll wash them."
With that said, he stood up and left the living room.
Jiang Li smiled and saw Director Song walking into the living room with Song Xuan.
The young man was holding the erhu she bought for him yesterday. As soon as he saw her, he called "aunt".
Although the enunciation is still slow, the pronunciation is correct and clear.
Thirty minutes passed quickly, but Jiang Li did not put down the erhu in her hand, but played "Horse Racing".
This piece of music is majestic, passionate and unrestrained, making the listener feel like they are at a racetrack.
The majestic racers and the galloping and neighing horses are vividly represented by the melody played by Jiang Lila.
Director Song has some knowledge of the erhu, especially the technique of playing "Horse Horse".
He could clearly see the clear and elastic jumping bow from far to near, and the use of strong and weak vibrato from Jiang Li's playing skills.
"Okay! Xiao Li, your performance of "Horse Racing" is really good!"
After the song "Horse Racing" was finished, Director Song not only applauded, but also laughed and praised Jiang Li.
Grog, Jiang Li smiled and played the song "Uninhibited" again.
Unfettered, no fetters, but after being unfettered, there is the most profound fetter.
"Boil a pot of life and death to sacrifice the joys and sorrows of a young man. I am still confused about where the bright moon comes from. I don't know how to travel through the wind and waves with ease. A song from the end of the world will be melodious together."
Jiang Li doesn't watch much TV, but by chance her father and her mother were watching "Chen Qing Ling". She couldn't help but stay in the living room for a while, listening to the theme song, and she fell in love almost instantly.
Beautiful lyrics and beautiful music.
It is heart-stirring, melodious, sad and lonely.
Director Song and Luo Yanqing listened intently, but Song Xuan and the three little ones, no matter whether they could understand the artistic conception of the piece or not, they all sat motionless with very focused expressions.
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"The song you played after "Horse Race"... I haven't heard it."
The moonlight outside the window was flowing like water, Luo Yanqing went to bed and lay down, and suddenly said something.
"I heard that accidentally. It is said that the song is called "Uninhibited", and there is a story in it. Do you want to hear it?" Jiang Li's thoughts gradually drifted away, to his mother before she came to this world. He told her about the scene in "Chen Qing Ling".
Luo Yanqing: "Yeah."
Jiang Li: "The story is like this..." Her voice was soft and gentle, and she slowly told the general plot of the TV series "Chen Qing Ling".
After Luo Yanqing listened, he sighed: "It's a very good story."
Jiang Li: "The story is indeed quite good." She only heard a rough summary from her mother, but with her mother's high level of appreciation, what she told her should not be false.
Xu was immersed in the memories of the past. For a while, the room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. After a long time, Luo Yan's clear and pleasant voice broke the silent atmosphere. He asked: "Do you want to go there early tomorrow?"
Jiang Li came back to his senses: "Yeah."
Song family.
"Have all the comrades been notified?"
Ms. Qi was so sleepy that she was already yawning, but she still didn't forget to ask Director Song about the arrangements for officially recognizing Jiang Li as his goddaughter tomorrow.
Director Song: "I have always been reliable in doing things, and it's not like you don't know that."
"I'm afraid you'll also notify those who shouldn't be here." As soon as Ms. Qi said this, Director Song said, "Who are you referring to by those who shouldn't be here?"
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