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Qiao Chen was taken aback for a moment. What is the award she won from the Piano Association if it wasn't piano music?

Qiao Nian seemed to see through what she was thinking, and wanted to laugh: "Whoever told you that if you win the award from the Piano Association, it must be a piano piece. It may be a harp score."

Qiao Chen had never heard of an instrument like a konghou before, so she blushed immediately and retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about? What konghou? How could the score of a konghou become a score for a piano? These are two kinds of instruments! The judges are not You idiot, how could you not be able to tell the difference between the piano score and the konghou score!"

"Because I changed that piece into a piano score."

Compared to her excited and delicate face, Qiao Nian was too calm, as calm as if the Qiao family and Qiao An were just clowns in front of her.

Music is connected!

The only difference is the instrument!

"No one ever told you that it's weird to play your piece on the piano?"

Qiao Chen opened his mouth slightly, and his pupils dilated suddenly.

She remembered what Tang Wei said, that her piece could have been No.1, but after the judges played it, they found that the piece was very good, but the effect of playing it on the piano was mediocre.So she gave No.1 to others, and she succumbed to No.2.

Could it be that what Qiao Nian said is true, that song is not a piano piece at all, but another score?

This is too incredible!

Her heart was beating fast, and there was only one thought in her mind - beat her to death and refuse to admit it!

Her slender brows were frowned, her eyes watery and a little humiliated, and she said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Four years ago, I was really not good at learning, and the music did have many imperfections, but it's just a piano piece. It's not the music score you mentioned, you said it was a piece I asked you to ghostwrite, do you have evidence?"

No matter what the song is, it's nothing more than a black and white piece of paper. She doesn't believe that Qiao Nian can make that piece of paper stand up and say who wrote it!

Qiao Nian chuckled, knowing that she would bite her to death and refuse to admit it, so she asked, "You took that piece of paper and handed it in without even copying it?"

"!"

Qiao Chen squeezed her palms tightly, as if her heart was being pulled by an invisible big hand!

She did not transcribe it then!

"I have a habit of writing, but I always