Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 105 - 106: No Matter How Similar, She’s Not Her

Giant Bar.

Ever since Senior Sister gave her performance that day, someone had recorded the video.

For a while, the video went viral on Qianle, attracting many fans who came seeking her out.

Even numerous agents and entertainment companies inquired about her whereabouts.

However, Ye Tiao, without exception, knew nothing when asked.

Recently, "Behind the Scenes Star" was all the rage online.

Those who had heard her live said, with Senior Sister’s ability, she could definitely set any stage on fire.

There were also those who had only seen the video scoffing: If she really had talent, why hide?

The heated online debate under that Qianle video was distinctly split into two camps.

At SW’s top floor, in the CEO’s office.

Tang Jingming stood excitedly behind Shi Lingyan’s chair, pointing at the computer, saying, "Did you hear that modulation? Wow, I was amazed when I first heard it. Apart from my sister, this is the first time I’ve heard someone add such flavor to the sounds! Just wait until you hear, that SOLO! Such strength, it’s so powerful!"

"Shut up." Two curt words.

Tang Jingming immediately fell silent, stealthily watching for Shi Lingyan’s reaction.

Shi Lingyan’s gaze was fixed on the masked woman on the screen, particularly on her hands as they played the strings.

Slender and pale hands shone almost reflectively white under the spotlight, against the dim surroundings.

Clean, delicate.

These didn’t seem like the hands of someone who frequently strummed strings. fгeewebnovёl.com

Yet, it was with these very hands that she played with exceptional skill.

The rhythm and pace weren’t fast because of the song.

For each note she played, she didn’t need to glance at the strings, deftly plucking, pinching, flicking, caressing.

Very few people used such techniques to play the guitar.

This was... lute playing technique!

"Here it comes!"

Tang Jingming was excited.

As expected, the tempo began to pick up, becoming more urgent.

The masked girl finally looked down at the strings.

However, Shi Lingyan noticed that she had gently closed her eyes.

She still was not looking.

Those pale fingers rapidly danced and performed finger rolls on the strings, and even during the strumming, the slight upturn of her little finger seemed effortlessly natural.

The music’s tight lines and the vibrato outside of the main melody resonated vibrantly.

An exclusive essence belonging to "Rest of Life."

Over the years, many attempted to mimic it, but no one had ever managed to interpret "Rest of Life" so perfectly.

The greatest difficulty lay in the finger techniques and the soul-stirring vibrato.

This Senior Sister, besides the rhythm and soul, even Tang Wu’s little nuances were portrayed to perfection.

Tang Jingming was so excited in the background he almost jumped up.

Even Shi Lingyan couldn’t help but clench his fists slightly.

"Rest of Life is too long, let’s... walk it together."

Her ethereal voice seemed to draw a silent line through his heart.

Deep and profound.

It was an indescribable feeling, but it made the usually composed him suddenly feel an emotion known as sadness.

"It’s similar, isn’t it!" blurted out Tang Jingming suddenly.

Shi Lingyan stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Even if it’s similar, it’s not her."

No one could replace her.

Hearing this, Tang Jingming’s face lit up with excitement, "But you also think it’s similar, right? I heard she’ll be performing at the bar tonight. It’s her second performance there; I’m planning to go watch. What about you?"

Shi Lingyan closed the webpage, suppressing the emotions in his heart, and glanced at him indifferently, "I’m not going."

"Really not going?" Tang Jingming looked at him.

Shi Lingyan remained silent.

Suddenly feeling very upset, Tang Jingming said softly, "I miss her so much."