Chapter 111 The Sound of the Piano

Chapter 111 The Sound of the Piano

The whole process can be briefly summarized into three steps.

Qi Wen appeared, Qi Wen jumped forward, and Qi Wen disappeared.

Don't forget that Huai Shi is still on fire. Even though the color has changed, its essence has not changed. The flame that fused a lot of ashes and negative energy source quality is simply a melting pot of souls. Even Qi Wen would definitely die if he pounced like this before he was alive, let alone a fake product that was made temporarily.

Not only Huai Shi, but even Clement was startled. He didn't expect to spend a lot of energy to summon such a tricky thing.

He didn't know that the flames on Huai Shi's body had the ability to burn the source quality, but he saw that the resentful old man seemed to dissipate after bumping into Huai Shi.

It's as if the wish has been fulfilled and ascended to heaven.

In other words, is the biggest sin this guy has committed in his life, at best, to the extent of spitting on someone else's shoe for no reason?

...Where the hell did this saint come from?

"Stupid! I am a partner of justice!"

Huai Shi reacted, laughed immediately, hid the cold sweat on her back, and rushed up to Clement again. Immediately afterwards, Banshee's Head smashed down the air with a groan!

The cavalry sword split at the sound.

Unexpectedly, his ultimate move that consumed most of his source quality was in vain. Clement's reaction was momentarily sluggish, and the cavalry knife in his hand was shattered and released.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Huai Shi turn the hammer handle upside down and smash the sharp end of the flail towards him!

His complexion changed suddenly, he took a step back to stabilize his figure, and subconsciously reached out to block the flail that was poked down. But then, he felt that the flail was powerless.

Huai Shi didn't exert any effort at all.

It seemed that he just greeted him in vain, and then let go of his hand.

Let the flail be taken by Clement.

"Oops……"

At that moment, Clement seemed to see a mocking smile under the gas mask.

When the piano sounded, the alumni in the front row of the auditorium were still smiling. After applauding politely just now, they continued to chat with each other about the topic just now.

Something about investments, about options, or about what's been hidden behind some recent minor move in the department.

The youngest person sitting here is already close to forty. After experiencing many storms, to be honest, I really don’t like the small battle of my alma mater. It’s more about enjoying the atmosphere and revisiting the memories of the past .

A few of them seemed to have noticed the young man playing the violin on the stage, and nodded slightly.

"Fengning, look at this guy, he looks pretty good, he has a good image."

"Indeed, if you cultivate it, you do have the potential to make a debut. If you have a chance later, you can get in touch with it." The graceful woman nodded slightly, and looked at the old man beside her: "I don't really understand Qin, what do you think, Mr. Zhao? "

Beside him, the old man who lowered his head and peeled the orange paused for a moment, as if he was listening, and soon couldn't help frowning: "Qin can't do it."

The headmaster next to him apologized, his smile froze for a moment, and then he was a little embarrassed, not knowing where he offended the old senior.

Zhao Yu is seventy-four years old this year. In terms of qualifications, he is a figure of his father Bel. As early as 30 years ago, he was a professor at Dongxia Conservatory of Music. He is a famous violinist in China and a master of string theory.

In the world of classical music, even if life and death cannot be determined with a single word, such a comment is too cruel for a young man like Huai Shi who is interested in the professional field.

"I mean, Jane, no."

The old man did not eat the oranges after peeling them, but put them on the paper towels, as if piled up into a hill, as if understanding the principal's anxiety, he explained: "The foundation is very good, it is a good seedling, but the piano is not good. Turn back Remind him, don’t use the label anymore, you will ruin yourself.”

"..."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off his sweat, and explained to Mr. Zhao, "I'm a hard-working boy. It's not easy to persevere until today."

He was about to explain something, but he saw Mr. Zhao raised his hand and waved it.

The eyes that had been lowered all the time seemed to finally lift up, looking towards the stage.

"It's useless to talk too much."

Staring at the bowed boy with white eyes, he seemed to be serious: "Listen before we talk."

From that moment on, the vague noise and hustle and bustle under the stage gradually disappeared.

In the end, there was silence.

Because the melody has gradually sounded.

It is hard to imagine that the sound of the zither, which cannot be described in words, carries such full emotion, surging like spring water, spreading from the feet with a slight coldness and softness.

"winter?"

Old Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.

Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" Concerto is indeed a classic piece among violinists, but the more classic it is, the more it has been bound by previous interpretations and performances, and it is difficult to see new ideas.

But where does this full of emotion that is ready to come out come from?

At the beginning, it seemed like a gentle wind was blowing, but before I knew it, it seemed to have turned into a storm that pierced my heart.

With the unique thick sound range of the cello, the soul hidden in the body seemed to tremble in the sound of the piano, and the gradually intense melody entered a tighter rhythm, and finally, it turned into a blizzard, cruelly and fanatically destroying everything. shrouded inside.

Like thunder and rain, the earth is in turmoil.

From the rapid melody of winter, all the joy and joy are suppressed in this unspeakable prelude, but as a clear chord appears in the storm of suffering, a gap is broken in the blockade of this storm.

Immediately afterwards, the melody that seemed to be galloping wild horses galloped out of the prelude, climbing to the climax of all things, galloping along with the strings, leaving the past depression and wind and snow behind, and running freely.

All things sing.

The brisk melody was reborn from the bass of suffering, flew into the sky, and sprinkled the dew of hope like rain.

At that moment, Elder Zhao couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. It's like seeing time go back in time, returning to the poor and confused years of the past.

Those beautiful, painful, seemingly hopeless and rough, and those futures leading to hope...

Everything.

The self who staggers forward in the cold winter, and the dawn at the end of the sky being chased by countless people.

There was a nostalgic smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even the harsh eyes became gentle, and he slowly closed his eyes, immersed in this rare relaxation and joy.

When the sound of the piano gradually dissipated, silence came.

The huge auditorium was silent at the moment, and in the long silence, it seemed that everyone was reminiscing about the sound of the piano remaining in their memory.

Finally, finally the silence was broken.

In the applause of Mr. Zhao's approval.

Immediately afterwards, applause like a storm engulfed everything, and there were enthusiastic shouts from the audience.

On the chair, Huai Shi MK-II stood up, nodded reservedly, and bowed to express his thanks.

The corners of the mouth curl into a smile, yet elegant.

"It's touching, like the sound of nature."

In the alumni seat, even the picky audience couldn't help but applaud, nodding and sighing: "Watching that kid on the stage play, reminds me of my past youth."

"Come on, you're so cowardly, how can you compare with others." Someone cast a glance at the guy and couldn't help tearing down the stage, but recalling the sound of the piano just now, he still couldn't help but admire: "What a genius, People like me who have no musical ability almost burst into tears."

And the graceful lady just now had red eyes, picked up the microphone and asked directly: "Outstanding performance, young man, what made you play such a miraculous music?"

It's medicine, I took it!

A volatile alchemy potion made by mixing 20 mg of the potion of fascination with 1 mg of lucid dream and finally mixing it with 100 ml of alcohol.

If you don't have enough effort, you need technology to make up for it.

Let alone a human, if the concentration is higher, I can make you cry if it is a pig.

Of course, you can't say that.

On the stage, the teenager got up and replied with a smile: "A little bit of talent, and unremitting efforts. Thank you everyone."

After that, he took two steps back, turned around and walked backstage.

"Polite wow!"

The principal was still immersed in the emotion just now, and he did not forget to look at the old man beside him: "Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

After Mr. Zhao pondered for a long time, he couldn't help sighing: "A rising star is really frightening... Every time I see such a young man, I feel old.

By the way, did you just say that he is going to take a professional direction? "

The headmaster nodded, his eyes lit up.

"Xiao Li, give it to me." The old man looked at the woman on the left who was also interested, "It's a pity for such a good seedling to be entertained by Yao Chi."

"Look at what you said, pop music is also music, and besides, that kid has idol potential."

Even though they said that, the two of them would not fight for a young man. Ms. Li just smiled and reminded: "There are few young people who are willing to endure hardships and take the path of classical music. If you make up your mind, you can't blame me."

"He has talent."

Mr. Zhao supported the table, got up slowly, and looked at the principal: "Can you accompany me to the backstage?"

"Success!"

The headmaster nodded frantically.

For five minutes, Huai Shi MK-II looked at the smiling old man standing in front of him in astonishment, as if he hadn't realized what happened.

Seeing that he was dumbfounded, the principal hurriedly assisted: "Mr. Zhao is an internationally renowned performer. The textbooks you are practicing now are compiled by others. Didn't you always want to go professional? What are you waiting for such a good opportunity?"

He frantically blinked at Huai Shi, signaling him to nod quickly.

If Huai Shi was here, she would have been completely overjoyed.

It's a pity that it's not Huai Shi standing here, but a ruthless humanoid repeater Huai Shi-MKII and its driver.

Recommended to Dongxia Music University? Closed disciple of a well-known performer?

What the hell?

That's not going to work!

Huai Shi wants to be a sublimator with me!

When he heard that the old man in front of him wanted to dig out the young bamboo shoots in his house with a small hoe, the crow was 15,000 unhappy. If she herself was here, she would definitely roll her eyes and ignore it, but now with Huai Shi's face on her face, she always has to estimate the impact, and in the end she can only smile and thank her, and then decline.

Although his decision was unexpected, Mr. Zhao didn't continue to entangle, nor did he become angry. He just nodded, left a business card for Huai Shi, and then turned and left.

"Pop music is more popular, but art is still in classical music." Before leaving, Mr. Zhao finally said: "If you change your mind, call me anytime. I have been in Jinling for the past few months."

"OK."

Huai Shi MK-II smiled and took the business card, then quietly threw it into the corner.

But when he turned his head, he saw that the corridor behind him was full of youthful and beautiful school girls at some time, and countless eyes were staring at his cheek with affection.

In astonishment, Huai Shi MK-II couldn't help but patted his head.

Oops, I seem to have taken too much medicine...

Sure enough, my hand gave birth, no, next time I shouldn't use Huai Shi's dose as a benchmark, not even a tenth of it...

But what about this time?

Just deal with it for the time being, anyway, it will return to normal after the effect of the medicine wears off.

Thinking of this, Huai Shi MK-II stroked her hair chicly, then turned her head and smiled:

"Are the school girls here to look for me?"

Following his movements, the afternoon sun shone on that delicate and handsome side face, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to have an invisible appeal, and the handsome face against it became more and more unruly.

The business smile from Liu Dongli, the first brother of the Cowherd, is already in blue at this moment.

Amidst the constant whirring of voices, Huai Shi MK-II opened its arms and was overwhelmed by the girls.