Chapter 290: I authorized it

A few seconds later, the stage lights gradually dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the piano.

A piano, its body gleaming white and its frame carved with gold patterns, slowly emerged.

"Damn, this piano looks like Star Sink; I just saw someone say Xiao Ting gave Star Sink away!"

Mu Xi heard this and lifted their chin.

No one noticed him, and others continued discussing: "Star Sink? That's the seventh piano of En Yin Lun Xia Ge!!"

"Heavens, I heard someone offered several hundred million and Xiao Ting still wouldn't sell!"

"Moreover, I heard that Master Xiao and Master Tan Jingyan fell out over this piano years ago, and now it actually appears on the cultural festival stage of Lan Lin!"

"Who has enough face to make Xiao Ting willing to give away the piano?"

Just as Tan Jingyan sat down in the back row, his fingertip paused.

He glanced sideways at Xiao Ting beside him, but the latter merely looked at Jiang Liangjin, holding a meaningful smile.

Tan Jingyan raised his eyebrows, said nothing more, and simply let his gaze fall on the stage.

Amid the discussion, two slender figures slowly walked onto the stage.

Mu Youyu's pink-gold long hair was loosely pulled up, and she wore a small gold crown on her head.

She wore an exquisite white dress, the skirt made of multiple layers of overlapping gauze, a sash tied at the waist outlining a slender waistline.

The hem of the skirt was embroidered with ice-crystal patterns, echoing the snowy backdrop of the stage, like a princess stepped out of a winter fairy tale.

Bai Yun wore a matching moon-white dress, the collar adorned with delicate lace.

It formed a perfect echo with Mu Youyu's dress, neither stealing the spotlight nor lacking in eye-catching appeal.

As soon as the two stepped onto the stage, a low gasp rose from the audience; many students stared, their breathing slowing slightly.

Jiang Liangjin smiled at the corners of his mouth and subtly leaned toward Mu Youyu.

Mu Youyu lifted her skirt and walked to the piano, sitting down without a trace of shyness or nervousness, as if she were already accustomed to such occasions.

Under the spotlight, she adjusted the position of her skirt, not looking at the keys first but precisely locating Jiang Liangjin's position.

The boy stood at her side, silent, merely watching her quietly, his eyes reflecting only her figure.

Mu Youyu said nothing, merely giving him a faint blink in his direction.

Though not far apart, their gazes met in the air.

She withdrew her gaze, made a gesture toward Bai Yun, and then her fingertips fell.

A clear, ethereal piano note instantly rang out in the banquet hall.

The jointly arranged 'Lone Walk' by Tan Jingyan and Mu Xi is a bit slower than the original, less stark, more lively.

Bai Yun's clear voice sounded at the right moment, blending perfectly with the piano.

Several brothers kept their phones pointed at the stage, afraid to miss any moment.

Everyone froze for a few seconds before whispering discussion.

"Damn, Master Tan's arranged version of 'Lone Walk'!"

"What song is this? It feels pretty nice to listen to."

"How dare they rearrange Master Tan's piano piece? It's a classic in the music world; if they don't do it well, won't they be slammed all over the net?"

"Although the Mu and Bai families are powerful, they still have to restrain themselves before Master Tan, right?"

"Rearranging copyrighted works without permission is too bold!" a student exclaimed.

Leng Anzhi wore an inscrutable expression.

They didn't understand.

Sitting in the back, Tan Jingyan watched Mu Youyu play calmly on stage, a flash of appreciation crossing his eyes.

Seeing the discussion downstairs growing louder, with some even beginning to speculate whether they would be held responsible

Tan Jingyan lightly removed his mask, "I authorized it."

The student who had just spoken cleared his view of this person's appearance, instantly widened his eyes, suppressed his shock, and quickly replied, "Oh oh, then it's fine."

Those around also realized this was Master Tan himself in person, who had personally authorized the arrangement, so they no longer dared to question.

Jiang Liangjin stood beside the piano, his gaze always fixed on Mu Youyu, never shifting.

He watched her earnest playing, watched her fingertips flow nimbly over the keys.

Seeing her occasionally lift her head, the light flashing in her eyes, his heart filled with pride.

He recalled when she was little, the first time she sat at the piano, she was just as earnest.

And he, sitting beside her, quietly accompanied her, turning pages for her and bringing her water.

Watching her grow bit by bit, shine bit by bit.

The piano notes lingered, the song echoed, reverberating in the banquet hall.