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"Wait, is it Qingqing again?"

"Didn't you read the subtitles, one is Qing and the other is Qing."

"Shouldn't the point be another original song?"

"I'll go, are all the children so powerful now?"

There are still different opinions and discussions in the audience.

When someone with good deeds talked about the relationship between Yin Jianghan and Yu Xinyue, a relationship of grievances and hatreds arose.

Yun Junping's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, "So, this is also a song you composed and wrote yourself?"

Have all the children of the new generation filled up their musical talents?

Yu Xinyue nodded, looked at the camera, and smiled faintly.

She knew that the man was also looking at her.

Yun Junping "Then, please start singing."

The girl sat back, her long legs stretched slightly forward, and her little hands gently plucked the strings.

It was dark all around, only she was surrounded by light, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyelashes drooped slightly.

Everyone held their breath.

Yun Junping clasped his hands together, propped his chin, and quietly watched the scene.Girls seem to belong to the stage by nature, just standing under the spotlight can attract everyone's attention.She is perfectly integrated with the stage and music, and just looking at it is enough to make people feel pleasing to the eye.

Although the audience was ready, when the girl opened her mouth, they fell in love instantly, pricking up their ears at the same time, afraid of missing a syllable.

Yin Jianghan's song wins with lyrics and music, anyone can sing it, maybe send someone with better singing skills to perform the song more perfectly.

But Yu Xinyue's Qingqing is just the opposite.In this world, there may never be anyone who can sing Qingqing so perfectly.

The sound that is still in the voice-changing period is like a bud soaked in rain, hazy in the white mist of the early morning, like dew rolling on a lotus leaf, or a rose that is just about to bloom.

Sing softly and softly, singing the throbbing heartbeat of youth.

The audience couldn't help but see the blackboard full of equations, the class representatives entering the classroom with homework as tall as a person, the teacher's drowsy lecture, and the devil's stare from the head teacher through the rear window.

So bit by bit of growth, the beauty buried deep in memory, are all in the sound of nature, laid out like a picture.

It makes people's eyes wet unconsciously.

In the end, the guitar sounded lingling, and all the sadness and beauty, laughing and fighting, tears and joy, all turned into a continuous drizzle.

The girl in the white dress in the rain slowly raised her umbrella, revealing a pair of cold and sad eyes.

Yu Xinyue raised her head, smiled and said, "This is a song written for you, Qingqing."

The applause was like a tumbling tide, and everyone, even the judges on the judges' bench, stood up and applauded her.

There are more than a dozen display screens in front of Qin Qing, recording the stage from different angles.

Before everyone woke up from the singing, the girl in the middle of the screen suddenly raised her head and looked straight at the camera.

It's like looking at yourself.

- "This is a song written for you."

——"Qingqing."

In an instant, Qin Qing's heart seemed to miss a beat, and the blood in his whole body was boiling, screaming dissatisfied.

Her face was red, her blood was hot, and her heart was racing.

The skin made of ice and snow was slightly reddened by the heat, and his fingertips were trembling.

Fireworks exploded behind the girl, like a huge confession.

And the cheers and applause from everyone in the audience seemed to be shouting for this grand confession.

Qin Qing covered her chest and closed her eyes.

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a few seconds later, she opened her eyes again, her eyes were as black as an abyss, rational and indifferent as usual.

She looked at her trembling fingertips in disbelief.

After living for more than twenty years, I never thought that today I would lose my composure because of a single sentence.

But at that moment, it was like going back to the time when I just picked up the kitten a few years ago. When I woke up in the morning, I saw a pair of moist and soft eyes. The happiness and throbbing in my heart were unparalleled, as if a gift from heaven.

"What were you talking about just now?" Yun Junping asked.

Yu Xinyue smiled brightly, "This song is specially written for a very important person in my life."

Yun Junping took a few deep breaths, and asked the same question, "Is this really the song you wrote yourself?"

When she asked, she was not as surprised as she was on the stage. After all, the girl in front of her was like a miracle creator. Let alone writing a song, even if she said that she was actually the mysterious person on the Xunyin poster, Yun Junping would feel that she acceptable.

People's threshold of surprise can always be continuously widened.

Yu Xinyue: "Yes, about my experience, the last contestant has already finished it for me, so I won't repeat it."

"You mean," Yun Junping couldn't help laughing, "you have also been interested in music since you were a child, and you never gave up on your dream even if you were thwarted, practicing day after day in the dark?"

The corner of Yu Xinyue's mouth hooked up, "Yes."

She paused, "Who isn't?"

The audience laughed and applauded again.

Yes, whoever is standing on the stage has not always insisted on his dream silently, but most people don't use it as talk or marketing capital.For them, being able to stand here and sing their inner voice is already a gift of fate.

On the forum, Qing Shuo's navy began to praise Jiang Han, praised the song to the sky and the earth, and at the same time secretly pushed Yu Xinyue.

In order to create momentum, they even brought up the background of the two people, such as "No wonder one biological daughter is a stepdaughter, so there is such a big difference between a real daughter and a fake daughter."

"Yu Xinyue named her song a homonym of Yin Jianghan. Did she always want to catch up with the real daughter?"

"A fake is a fake after all."

They pushed too much, and netizens couldn't stand it anymore, especially those who were fans at Guangyun Square that day, they were angry on the Internet——

"Don't talk about a fake daughter, who can decide the matter of natural identity?"

"Blind or deaf? Qingqing is not as good as Qingqing? The unwanted ears can be donated to the country."

"I'm named Qingqing because I have a friend named Qingqing. Why is your family called Qingqing? For the green prairie above your head? Or the bunch of green leeks in the vegetable garden?"

The difference in strength between the two is too great, but anyone with a little discernment will not be biased by the navy.

On the contrary, the more the naval army bombards Yu Xinyue, the more it arouses the love and affection of netizens. She is obviously talented, capable, and good-looking, but she is attacked because of her identity. ?

So they formed tap water to speak for the girl.

For a moment, the water army hired by the forum youth and Yu Xinyue's tap water started a battle, and the battle was in full swing, and the battle was the climax, and a post was born——

"I thought Yin Jianghan's song sounded familiar to me, and then I asked my friends in the European and American music circles..."

Yin Jianghan stood guard in the background, and when Yu Xinyue came down, he grabbed her.

Yu Xinyue frowned slightly.

Yin Jianghan's lips kept trembling, "You did it on purpose? Did you do it on purpose?"

Yu Xinyue pulled her away, "What on purpose?"

The players in the background cast curious eyes.

But Yin Jianghan didn't care so much, "You put it on the table, you..."

Yu Xinyue laughed, "I just took that song to practice, and I locked the door long ago, didn't I?"

Yin Jianghan stretched out his hand to tug at her, "You did it on purpose, otherwise why didn't you ask me a word after so long?"

Yu Xinyue was slightly taken aback, her phoenix eyes widened a little, and then she bent up, "Why do you ask, just scribbling, it's just a piece of rubbish."

Yin Jianghan's most precious song is just a variant of a song that she scribbled casually in her previous life.

Yu Xinyue mixed and cut that song with two other unpopular foreign music, and cut it into a trap specially set for greedy people.

Yin Jianghan is like a mouse that is greedy for cheese and traps itself in the trap, but she doesn't know that the piece of cheese she regards as a treasure is the leftovers left by the original owner, and it is garbage that is going to be dumped into the trash can.

Yin Jianghan's face was ashen-colored, her eyes widened with fear, and the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly rang, jingling and ringing non-stop.But she didn't dare to answer it, and she didn't even have the courage to take a look.

"so what should I do?"

"Who knows, I didn't force you to be a thief."

After Yu Xinyue finished speaking, she caught a sharp glimpse of Dao's white figure, left Yin Jianghan behind and ran over excitedly.

"Sister," she raised her face, her cheeks flushed, "do you like it?"

Qin Qing pretended not to know, "What do you like?"

Yu Xinyue pouted and said sullenly, "You didn't hear the song I sang on stage just now."

The corners of Qin Qing's mouth curled up, and he asked maliciously, "What are you singing?"

"Yes, yes..." Yu Xinyue faltered, her face flushed, and she was suddenly embarrassed to speak.

Qin Qing looked at her and remembered the little milk cat back then.

The kitten's eyes are clearly filled with the desire to be masturbated, but he is obsessed with Master Meow's reserve, and he has to see with tenderness how much she is soft-hearted, how similar she is to the girl in front of her.

Yu Xinyue faltered for a long time, stomped her feet, and decided not to speak.

Obviously he can say it in front of everyone on the stage, but he seems to have no courage in front of himself, and dare not say the name of the song.

People around watched this scene silently, secretly guessing who this woman who looked a bit like a big star and could come in and out of the scene at will was.

Sound search staff?

Or the players who also participated in the competition?

Qin Qing tilted her head and glanced at Yin Jianghan.

The girl lowered her head, her face was pale, not as energetic as before.

She saw Yin Jianghan pulling Yu Xinyue on the surveillance, so she hurried over. Now that she was fine, she rubbed Yu Xinyue's head and went back to work.

Yu Xinyue called her "Sister!"

Qin Qing turned around, "En?"

Yu Xinyue wrung the corners of her clothes, still wanting to say something, "You, take some time to listen to that song."

Qin Qing couldn't help smiling, "Why don't you sing for me again."

Yu Xinyue "Okay!"

After seeing Qin Qing off, her expression became calm again, she packed her things and was ready to leave.

Yan Ji and Tong Ya are still waiting outside.

Yin Jianghan silently followed behind her

Yu Xinyue ignored it and walked forward with her bag on her back.

Yin Jianghan finally couldn't bear to stop her again, "Yueyue, you have to help me."

Yu Xinyue raised her eyebrows.

Yin Jianghan's eyes were red, and tears welled up in his eyes, "I signed a contract with Qing Shuo, if they know that song... I'm all over."

Yu Xinyue remained expressionless, "Wow, it's all over."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

Yin Jianghan softened his tone, "You can't say that, we are a family, we..."

Yu Xinyue took a few steps back, avoiding her hand, "You are a real daughter, and I am a fake daughter, how can you say that they are a family, you are exalting me."

Seeing that he was too weak, Yin Jianghan's voice suddenly became sharp, "Do you think you will have good fruit to eat when I'm done? You wrote this song! You copied it! How can you be better if I expose this matter?" ?”

Yu Xinyue sighed, "Yes, I'm so scared."

"You must expose this matter, so that people will know that I am a treacherous, brazen, and fraudulent thief." Every time she said a word, Yin Jianghan's face turned pale, and in the end she did not care. He rushed towards Yu Xinyue, with the aura of dying.

"Don't even think about killing me!"

Yu Xinyue originally wanted to teach her to be a human being, but a figure rushed over and pushed Yin Jianghan back.

"Yueyue!" Tong Ya trotted over with her mobile phone, "Are you all right?"

Yan Ji rubbed his wrists, looked down at Yin Jianghan from above, "Maliciously attack the contestants?"

Yin Jianghan huddled in the corner, his palms were scratched because of Yan Ji's push back.

She didn't speak, there were three people opposite, no matter how much she pestered Yu Xinyue, she couldn't get any results.

Yu Xinyue put her hands in her pockets, carrying the guitar, "Let's go."

Yin Jianghan raised his head and looked at the back of the three of them leaving together, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed.

Since when did Yu Xinyue have friends who defended her, and Qin Qing who stood behind her no matter what, so many people on the Internet now regard her as an idol.But obviously not long ago, this was an ugly duckling that was so gray and inconspicuous that no one liked it.

Tong Ya took out her mobile phone, "Yueyue, look at this."

Some people on the Internet have suggested that Yin Jianghan's song may not be original, but it was suppressed by Qing Shuo's navy.

The method was exactly the same as Yayun Junping's voice before.

Yu Xinyue glanced at it, and the corner of her mouth curled up, "Interesting."

But it will be more interesting later.

The two songs she used were unpopular, but the original party was the most copyright-conscious company on the planet.

Immediately there will be another chicken-flying dog-jumping scene to watch.

Yan Ji stretched out his thumb to her, "You sang really well just now."

Yu Xinyue was not modest, "That is, why did you come here?"

Yan Ji hugged the back of his head, "You've finished singing, what are you doing with it? Is there anyone else who can sing better than you?"

Yu Xinyue abducted her.

"Hey, when did Miss Yan speak so nicely?"

Yan Ji snorted disdainfully, "I'm telling the truth, and I'm only telling the truth. Why did Yin Jianghan ask you just now?"

Tong Ya looked over worriedly, "Does she want to bully you, Yueyue, why don't you move here and sleep with me."

Yu Xinyue "No need."

Tong Ya lowered her head in frustration.

Yan Ji: "I think you just want to trick Yueyue into staying with you."

Tong Ya complained, "The teacher has gone out. I am the only one living in such a big house. I am afraid."

Yan Ji leaned over, "Then I move there?"

Tong Ya flatly refused, "No."

Yan Ji "...Hmph, I don't want to come yet."

Seeing them laughing and playing, Yu Xinyue couldn't help laughing too.

The bag she was carrying was huge, and her small body was about to be bent under the weight of the backpack.

Yan Ji couldn't bear it and wanted to help her carry it, but the slender schoolbag had strangled marks on his fingers, and he staggered forward a few steps, "Yueyue, what are you packing here, so heavy?"

Yu Xinyue lifted her schoolbag, "A lot of things."

Yan Ji was puzzled, "Why did you bring so many things to the competition?"

Yu Xinyue said concisely, "It's useful."

Of course it was useful, that night, she stood outside the Violet Gate, carrying a huge schoolbag, looking pitifully at the woman who just got out of the car, "Sister, I was kicked out by my family QAQ."