The fake daughter was not exposed today

Jiang Yiran didn't know why, but his mind was out of control and his body actually shrunk.

She was a little surprised, but she quickly calmed herself down and looked at the person in front of her.

It was clearly the same face, but for some reason, it gave her the feeling that it was completely reborn.

"Is this your nature?"

Has his nasty personality, capable of bullying Xixi to tears, finally been exposed? Sure enough, it was all a facade before.

"Think whatever you like. You are right, okay?" Jiang Yilan walked around her and went straight over.

She used to think that Jiang Yiran was very powerful, but now it seems that he is just a tough guy with a weak heart.

She felt a little stupid for giving up on herself because of such a person.

inside the room.

Qin Chuo imitated the gestures of playing the bass, thinking back on what he had learned today, his mind a little confused.

Jiang Yilan has changed a lot.

Sometimes she's a gentle musical genius, a bit melancholic, but not someone you can easily manipulate. Sometimes she's reliable and strong, occasionally a bit confused. Just looking into her eyes makes you feel more optimistic.

No matter how you look at it, the two people cannot be blended together. It is impossible that there are really two Jiang Yilan in the world.

She even suspected that her imagination was too big.

As she was thinking this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper dropped under the bed.

"It should be sheet music..." She picked it up and glanced at it.

It was scribbled over and revised, and it didn't seem to be the one Jiang Yilan handed in, but one could feel from a few syllables that this was the prototype of the finished song.

But weren't they in the art gallery together yesterday?

the other side.

"Yi Ran, what's wrong? Why do you look so unhappy?" Ling Mujiang didn't understand Jiang Yi Ran's current situation.

It’s easy to guess who is the person who can make the little princess, who is doted on by everyone in the Ling family, suffer a setback.

"I... forget it." She didn't want to mention it.

How did Jiang Yilan become like this?

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I respect you." He comforted her and then walked out.

It seems that it is time to investigate Jiang Yilan.

The symposium will start at 8pm sharp.

"Today's symposium is a little special. We have arranged new rooms for everyone to spend time together alone." The staff announced today's rules.

Director Zeng never disappoints when it comes to giving the audience something new and fresh.

Exchanging teammates to be alone together is like a CP hodgepodge, and the resulting combinations are more varied.

"Please draw a ball. Balls with the same color will be automatically grouped together." The staff handed the box to each guest.

Jiang Yilan drew the red ball.

The other red ball is in Ling Mujiang's hand.

You Xing and Ling Yuheng were grouped together, Cen Shiqian and Wei Mingliang were in the same group, and Li Ying had the same ball as Qin Chuo.

Feeling Ling Mujiang's gaze, Jiang Yilan felt her scalp tingling.

She was really afraid that Ling Mujiang would notice something, especially Jiang Fu's presence.

"Let me switch with you." Qin Chuo naturally put the ball in his hand into Jiang Yilan's palm.

The fingertips feel slightly moist.

Li Ying's eyes lit up slightly.

"It can't be changed?" Youxing suddenly exploded.

"As long as both teammates agree, this behavior is allowed," the staff explained.

She doesn't care.

The combination was finalized.

Ling Mujiang was a little gloomy.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to find out Jiang Yilan's background, but now it seems that his plan has failed.

The four rooms prepared by the program team have different themes.

Jiang Yilan followed Li Ying into the room with a blue sky and white clouds theme and sat on the cloud-shaped sofa.

Li Ying looked at the girl's face, feeling a little nostalgic. "Come to think of it, ever since the show started, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"You say."

"Is your mother's name... Gong Zhengyin?"

Jiang Yilan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she nodded.

[*Shenzhou General Exclamation* What did I hear?]

[Speaking of which, she really looks like Gong Zhengyin, especially her eyes. So, they're actually her biological daughter?]

[Gong Zhengyin once said in an interview that although her little angel can't hear well, it doesn't affect her ability to imitate her playing.]

"It seems that you are more like your father." There was some disappointment in Li Ying's eyes.

She had seen that man before. Unlike the unrestrained Gong Zhengyin, he was a mature man with gentle manners and calm temperament. He had beautiful hands, and when shaking hands with her, she could feel the thin calluses on his fingers.

Jiang Yilan shook her head. "Mom told me about their school days. When they were young, their personalities were quite the opposite."

When she was young, Gong Zhengyin had long hair. Like all the good girls around her, she carried a violin bag and wandered between studying, practicing the violin and home.

Occasionally I would pass by the boy riding a bicycle and carrying a guitar, and hear a cheerful whistle from him.

Two boys and girls with completely different personalities meet, and then one day they run away from home together, carrying admission letters from the music school and heading for their ideal campus.

"Is that so?" Li Ying was a little surprised.

"Well, Mom told me that Dad used to be in a band." Jiang Yilan imitated the movements, "Just like Mom, he was a guitarist."

At that time, her mother held her in her arms and pointed to a photo. The yellow-haired boy in the photo was laughing wildly, and the people outside the photo blushed and coaxed them to stop flipping through the photos.

[It feels like a warm family.]

[Those who followed gossip back then all knew that Gong Zhengyin's family was the purest love of pure love.]

[Why does God treat us like this, Lan Bao?]

"Look." Li Ying hugged her knees and simply told her own story. "When I first met your mother, I was still in high school... She asked me if I wanted to form a band, and that's how I joined."

Gong Zhengyin was her greatest admirer in her youth; she had never met anyone so talented and cheerful. Even though she later tried a similar style, it was always a little off.

"Someone online said that you shouldn't meet someone too amazing when you're young, and that's quite true. I really haven't met anyone like her since then."

She stared at Jiang Yilan's face, trying to use that similar childish face to evoke similar memories, but the temperament that was too different still made her sober.

No one can replace Gong Zhengyin, but she has really disappeared completely, which is so regrettable.

"I used to not understand why fate made my parents leave me and leave me alone in this world," Jiang Yilan lowered her eyes. "Then I figured it out. Life is long, and one day I will see them again... I hope that by then, I can tell them that I am living well in a world without them."

"I have my own destiny, and they will be proud of me."

Li Ying stared at her silently and gently stroked her hair.

[My sister is really optimistic.]

[Can Lao Zengtou play a heartwarming song for this scene?]

[Gong Zhengyin's "Whisper," please.]