The poor little boy was targeted by the reborn paranoid CEO

Jiang Yanjing lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear it.

"It's okay. You play a section first and I will keep up with your rhythm."

Ye Qingyan didn't say anything when he saw this. Since he could be chased by his master and accepted as a disciple, it meant that his piano skills were not low.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Yanjing, and they were all curious about who he was?

What is identity? To be so valued by Mr. Yu.

This person's aura seems to be extraordinary. There should be no such person among the wealthy families in City S.

Someone took out his mobile phone and wanted to take a photo, but was stopped by the bodyguard in time. Now everyone was more curious about his identity.

Ye Qingyan's eyes were a little more serious, and she put her slender fingers on the keys and started playing slowly.

Jiang Yanjing raised his hands and followed, seemingly guessing the direction of Ye Qingyan's music very quickly.

Ye Qingyan's eyes also flashed with surprise. She didn't expect that his piano skills were so superb that he could keep up with her rhythm.

When the previous note fell, Jiang Yanjing repeated it, one after the other, which was very beautiful.

The first tone of this piece is relatively slow, with rising and falling tones in the middle, and an evocative ending, like the cry of a whale in the deep sea.

After darkness comes dawn, and the warm sunshine finally shines on the cold earth, sowing the seeds of hope to those who have no hope.

Everyone was immersed in the music, with happy expressions on their faces.

Mr. Yu's eyes were full of smiles. Fortunately, he had carefully arranged this scene. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yanjing's piano skills were getting better and better.

He was able to keep up with the rhythm of the words, and those who didn't know thought he had read the music score.

Who would have thought that this would be his first time playing an unfamiliar piece of music.

To be able to cooperate with each other in such a tacit understanding can be described as being in sync with each other.

Ji Wenci looked at the two of them with dark eyes.

The shock in Yanyan's eyes just now was not fake, it meant that she didn't know about the arrangement in advance.

And Yanyan said before that she was preparing a new song.

How did Jiang Yanjing know?

One after another, there is not much difference, especially at the end, it is completely a two-person ensemble.

Jiang Yanjing followed Yan Yan's steps, but he didn't know whether it was because his piano skills were too superb or because he understood Yan Yan's heart too well.

The right ensemble makes this piece sound a little more charming and lively.

As the last note fell, Ye Qingyan's irregular heart beat even more.

It seemed like a musical fit, but it gave her a spiritual fit.

Jiang Yuxing seemed to be full of magical power. The closer he got, the more he wanted to explore what kind of temperament his inner soul was.

Everyone came to their senses and applauded, their words full of praise.

"Is this the person Mr. Yu is interested in?"

"It's really great. It can be seen from the sound of music in front and back that the gentleman did not know the score in advance, but based on his own guess. He did not expect that the two of them were so in tune and in tune with each other at the end of the performance. ."

"This is the most beautiful music I've ever heard in my life."

"Ms. Ye must know that gentleman, otherwise she wouldn't be able to cooperate so well."

"Ah ah ah, I knew Yan Yan was the best." Yan Yan's friends were all cheering her on.

"Oh my God, if both of you are accepted as disciples by Mr. Yu, will there be room for others in the music industry?"

"You forgot, didn't you hear your old gentleman say just now that he wanted that gentleman to be his disciple, but that gentleman didn't agree."

"It seems so."

Jiang Yanjing glanced at Ye Qingyan next to him out of the corner of his eye, "This song is good."

Ye Qingyan had a gentle smile on his face.

"I didn't expect you to be able to keep up. How did you guess the direction of this song?"

"I really can't guess at the beginning. I can only keep up with your pace. Later, I will naturally guess what you are thinking."

The corners of Ye Qingyan's mouth raised slightly.

Her heart's desire has always been simple. At first, she wanted a stable life.

But things are different now, she wants more things.

I want the dawn after darkness, I want the sunshine in the cold, I want the salvation in the abyss...

It was too much, and she knew she was a greedy person.

"Okay, that's great."

An old man not far away clapped his hands violently, his face full of joy.

The old man walked over, his smile unabated, and a glimmer of light flashed deep in his eyes.

"Lao Yu, this must be your disciple. I didn't expect that he has such profound attainments on the piano. He must also be really good at painting."

Mr. Yu glared at him fiercely, "What do you mean by that? Are you trying to poach me? I can tell you, Yanyan will not learn to paint with you."

Mr. Qu smiled and said, "Old Mr. Yu, there is no harm in learning more. Moreover, Yan Yan's painting skills are so profound. Having one more master means one more person will feel pain. Don't you think it's good?"

Mr. Yu looked at him coldly, "Not good."

Mr. Qu did not continue to argue with Mr. Yu, but walked up to Ye Qingyan.

With a kind smile on his face, he said, "Just say it, I have seen the painting you gave to Lao Yu, it is lifelike."

Ye Qingyan smiled and said, "Old Yu, I'm not as charming as you."

"You are such a humble little kid. You can imitate just by looking at pictures. It is estimated that not many people can do it, but you have done it. Isn't this a talent or something?"

A flash of anger flashed in Mr. Yu's eyes.

"I said you, this old man, are trying to steal people at my banquet?"

"How can you say that? I am exploring the potential of words. The more I learn, the more I can eat."

"My apprentice doesn't need your concern."

……

Everyone was filled with curiosity as they watched the two old men talking to each other.

They had all seen Ye Qingyan's talent on the piano just now.

But this Mr. Qu said that Ye Qingyan also has a talent for painting. Is it true or false?

This little girl looks like she's only in her twenties. She can't be so powerful that two big guys are vying to be her master.

In the end, the two of them were really tired of arguing and looked at Ye Qingyan in unison.

Mr. Yu's eyes were full of threats, "Yanyan, please tell me and make Mr. Qu convinced that he lost."

"Yanyan, don't be afraid, I'm here to support you."

"Thank you Mr. Qu for your approval. I may not be very interested in painting. I still prefer music."

Ye Qingyan bent slightly and bent down to express her apology.

Qu Lao sighed.

"Oh, that's all. If you don't want to, I can't force you."

Mr. Yu looked proud and wanted to steal his apprentice. Let's just dream.

Seeing that she disagreed, Mr. Qu changed the subject and said, "If you have time, would you be willing to give me a pair?"

Ye Qingyan smiled slightly, "I hope Mr. Qu won't dislike it when the time comes."

"How can I dislike it? If Old Man Yu hadn't been protecting it to the death, I would have snatched the painting away."