Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian took out the mobile phone that had been prepared long ago, found one of the audio files, and pressed the play button, melodious music was stirring in the ward.

It is the style of chasing light.grab grab

very strong.

Unique and difficult to imitate.

After Qiao Nian opened the audio file on the phone, he threw the phone on the hospital bed, and said in a clear and casual voice, "Did you copy this paragraph?"

Qiao Chen's pupils were sharp, and her hands instinctively wanted to grab the quilt tightly, but she only felt a sharp pain from the phalanx when she exerted force. She suddenly remembered what the doctor said just now, saying that her hands were useless, and she would never be able to do it again in the future. After playing the piano, strong hatred burst out in her eyes, she looked at Qiao Nian, and denied it coldly: "I said, I don't know what you are talking about, I have never heard this piece of music."

"Qiao Nian, if you want to slander me for plagiarism, you don't have to!"

Her eyes flickered and she was still quibbling: "I have already won the Grammy Award, and that trophy will only be mine. Overseas is not domestic, and it is not a place where you can cover the sky with one hand. Even if your teacher is Mr. Nie, don't forget , I also have a teacher! China is your domain, you can decide everything, and you can say black and white, but overseas is not!"

She wasn't finished yet.

The door of the ward was pushed open again.

This time it was none other than the teacher Qiao Chen was thinking of - Steven.

Steven was wearing a suit, and he was not as old as Nie Mi. He was just past middle age, with blond hair and blue eyes, and he was in good condition. At the moment, his blond hair was a little messy, and it could be seen that he came here in a hurry.

"Teacher, why do you..."

He ignored the astonished and flustered Qiao Chen on the hospital bed, strode straight towards Qiao Nian, stood still in front of Qiao Nian, and said in a serious tone: "Is there any more music that was played in the ward just now? "

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows, raised the corners of her lips, arrogant and undisciplined: "Yes. Which passage would Master Steven want to hear?"

"How many paragraphs do you have?" Steven's complexion was not good, as if he didn't expect that there were many more, and he stared at her slightly.

Qiao Nian picked up the phone, flipped through the folders in his audio in front of him, and said in a lazy and soothing tone, "Well, not many. Seven or eight paragraphs."

She turned her head, her black eyes were pure and clear, and asked, "Master Steven, do you want to listen?"

Steven was silent for a few seconds before opening his mouth with difficulty. The gentleman said politely, "Of course. If Miss Qiao is convenient..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Nian took his words: "It's convenient, it's not inconvenient."

She handed over the phone.

Steven took it carefully. When he saw the seven or eight folders in the audio that Qiao Nian had tuned up, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and nodded.

The exact same piece of music was played in the ward.

The more he listened, the more he frowned.

Not long ago, he had heard a similar arrangement fragment, but it was different from the one that Joe read to him on his mobile phone. The version he listened to was played by a piano, and this... was an electric guitar. Mixed with the sound of an electronic piano, there seems to be a classical musical instrument.

He is not from country Z, and he doesn't know much about domestic classical musical instruments, but he knows that there are many traditional musical instruments in country Z, such as the chime bells that he was very interested in, which is one of them.厺厽Fantasy novel network 厺厽

After listening to the first paragraph, the corners of his mouth were tightened, and the expression on his face became serious, which could be seen to be very serious.巘戅Fantasy Fiction Network