Almighty is a real daughter, her vest has been torn down again

Chapter 95

Mu Chen said more than once that she was thin.

Since she came to Shencheng, she has always eaten on time and has not lost weight. It's not like she hasn't changed much since she hasn't looked in the mirror.

This is probably the series where your elders think you are thin.

"I had a good meal."

Sheng Meilin snorted, not intending to argue with her on this issue, and then thought of something else.

"By the way, your biological parents know that you study piano, right?"

Although the old gentleman asked this question, all he could say on his face was "They know your teacher is me, right?"

Jiang Yining was silent for a moment.

"they do not know."

Sheng Meilin frowned and looked at her.

When she contacted him several times to practice piano with Jiang Yining, she refused to say no.

One can't help but wonder what kind of life she was living in her new home.

"Tell me honestly, how have you been these days?"

Jiang Yining raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"It's okay, teacher, don't worry, I'm not someone who can endure hardship."

Sheng Meilin thought about it and agreed with her words.

He watched this child grow up. She had been squeamish since she was a child. If she suffered, she would definitely become seriously ill, making everyone worry about her life.

Although my health has improved in the past few years, my temperament has also been stabilized. If I want to change it, it is impossible to change it.

There was no further exploration, and instead the two masters and apprentices chatted about music.

After chatting for a while, the waiter brought the dishes into the box.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Jiang Yining looked at the dishes placed on the dining table. They were all her favorites.

"Thank you teacher, but..."

Sheng Meilin's face tensed up at the words.

"Aning, it's rare for teacher to have a meal with you!"

Jiang Yining nodded, "But the doctor told you not to eat high-sugar and high-calorie foods, and I am your student, so I should accommodate your taste."

Sheng Meilin wanted to say that his taste is what is on the table now!
She originally thought that she would turn a blind eye and eat this meal after not seeing her beloved disciple for so long.

"Aning, just..."

"Uncle Fang." Jiang Yining turned around and looked at Uncle Fang who was standing by, "Go and ask the waiter to add two more dishes."

Uncle Fang held back his laughter and stepped forward and said, "Miss Ning, okay, I'll go right away."

Sheng Meilin tried to struggle, "Aning, look, aren't these leftovers? The country does not promote waste!"

Jiang Yining glanced at him.

"Don't waste it. Uncle Fang and I can finish it."

Sheng Meilin was completely speechless and honestly asked his assistant to put dishes he didn't like but that were good for his health.

While they were eating, the sound of the guqin, which they had always treated as background music, was suddenly replaced by a piano.

Sheng Meilin said "Huh" and straightened his back.

"I can play the piano pretty well."

"Yeah." Jiang Yining also nodded, "I just lack some control. I think I just started."

"You've just started playing at this level, and your talent is pretty good." Sheng Meilin paused, then turned to his assistant and said, "I'll go down and ask who the player is. When the Music Association selects players, I can give him direct access."

Sheng Meilin didn't know that the people playing below were all coming for him.

After getting off the plane yesterday, he knew this would be the result.

I have encountered this kind of thing so often that I don’t even bother to lose my temper.

It is impossible to accept a disciple.

After seeing Jiang Yining's musical talent, it was really difficult for others to impress him and make him want to become a disciple again.

The heart of love is still there.

Since those people are really talented, if he doesn't dislike them, after joining the Music Association, if he has time, he can give some pointers, but no more. "Okay." Uncle Fang agreed.

After dinner, it would take a while for dessert to be served, so Jiang Yining went to the bathroom.

Uncle Fang said hello to Sheng Meilin and went down to inquire about the two players he heard during dinner who played well.

Sheng Meilin held the tea cup and leaned against the window sill to look down.

Just as the song was finishing, the young boy who was playing stood up and left, and a dignified and noble girl in a white dress walked up.

Gorgeous and cheerful music overflows.

Sheng Meilin listened attentively, and the word Sichuan between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

Looking down, the sight becomes a little deeper.

This song... was very similar to an original song by Jiang Yining that he had heard.

To say it's similar, it's more like an adaptation.

There are fewer transitional parts that are difficult to connect, and the climax fragments are retained. Although it makes the whole song a lot mediocre, it can still make the listener's eyes shine.

The song of about 10 minutes ended quickly. The girl in the white dress slowly opened her eyes and met Sheng Meilin in the box on the second floor.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, got up and left the lobby, returning to her box.

Sheng Meilin put down the cup in his hand, dug his fingers into the window frame, and pondered expressionlessly.

He didn't bother to think about why a piece of music that had never been played in public was adapted.

After all, Jiang Yining does not have a deep awareness of copyright.

He often generously shares his works with the people around him, as was the case with He Lanze that time.

Many times, it was him staring that made the girl remember to register.

Even if it had been performed in public, he would not allow others to arbitrarily adapt Jiang Yining's original music.

It has been changed beyond recognition and is extremely mediocre.

intolerable.

It's probably because the player doesn't have enough heat.

Sheng Meilin straightened up and walked towards the door of the box.

Just as he was about to open the door, someone happened to be holding the doorknob, and the two of them almost bumped into each other.

Uncle Fang was startled, "Old Sheng? Where are you going?"

"You came back just in time. Ask the girl who played a few minutes ago for me."

Uncle Fang smiled when he heard this.

"I've already asked by the way. It sounded good to me just now. The style of the music is somewhat similar to Miss Ning's. I guess you will like it, so I asked about it as well."

He has been with Mr. Sheng for nearly ten years, and his ears and eyes have been immersed, and he has also developed a keen sense of music.

He still has this ear.

"Similar?" Sheng Meilin sneered, "Please remember that girl's name for me. The Music Association definitely doesn't want such a person!"

Uncle Fang was taken aback.

"what?"

Such people?
What kind of person is he?
Uncle Fang was confused, but Sheng Meilin must have a reason for what he said.

Seeing Sheng Meilin so angry, he vaguely guessed some reasons.

I'm afraid that girl's style is not similar to Miss Ning, but... plagiarism, right?

"Okay! Don't be angry, Mr. Sheng. I will write it down right now and I will never let her enter the Music Association."

"Hmph, forget it this time. It's not a public performance. I'm too lazy to argue with her. If I find out that she dares to do it publicly..."

Sheng Meilin didn't say the word "ban", but Uncle Fang understood what he meant.

After wiping his sweat, Uncle Fang advised him.

"If you're not happy, just send a warning letter, right? Don't be angry. If Miss Ning sees it, you'll have to complain again."

Sheng Meilin rolled his eyes at his assistant.

"I'm still angry with her! She always throws her things around!"

(End of this chapter)