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Yinzhu looked directly at the white-clothed girl on the stage, the gaze in his eyes was already a little more blurred, and he muttered to himself: "A Chinese ghost story."
"The four characters of A Chinese Ghost Story are not a description of the girl on the stage, but the name of this Zheng song.
The speed of the rhythm of the hands is extremely fast, but the feeling of flowing clouds is not abrupt at all, the sound of the guzheng is clear and far, although the orange magic power is not enough to cover the audience, but in the beautiful sound of the zheng, it is still clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
The sad and euphemistic zhengqu drove everyone's emotions, and everyone's expressions began to rise and fall with the fluctuations of the zhengqu, even the teacher Brigitte who came with Yinzhu was no exception.
Yin Zhu's gaze was blurred, perhaps, others were lost because of the sad sound waves of the zhengqu, but his heart was completely immersed in the harmonious plucking and music of this beautiful zhengqu.
Only those who truly understand can fully understand everything in this zither song.
"Clear as splashed jade, trembling like a dragon, a Chinese ghost story."
As if out of control, Yin Zhu had already moved the jade rhyme in front of him, he didn't tune it, and his hands were already flicking the strings.
The thumb of the right hand is lightly supported, and the hands are already round and floating on the seven strings.
In an instant, the innocence of the child disappeared, although the white robe on his body had been somewhat damaged due to the distance of the road, but at this moment, the noble and elegant aura still rendered his handsome face so perfect.
The ancient and simple piano sound sounded quietly, and the movements of the sound bamboo were much slower than those of the girl on the stage, but every sound of the piano had a lingering sound, and the fingering quietly controlled the severity of the severity, with the lingering of the whirlwind.
The clear and long sound of the Yuyun qin is in harmony with the sound of the zheng, which adds a bit of heaviness to the original music.
The crimson light, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and the orange light of the girl in white one after the other, reflected in the entire auditorium, and the intervention of the sound of the piano not only did not feel abrupt, but so harmonious.
The girl in white who bowed her head and played the kite raised her head for the first time.
The black hair half covered his face, and only half of his face was exposed, but it was that half of his face that made Yinzhu's heartstrings tremble violently.
The pale face, cold and deep black eyes were not half surprised when they saw Yinzhu, but the coldness in their eyes dissipated a little.
The qin and the zheng, two musical instruments that could not be compatible, are integrated under the perfect control of the sound bamboo, as if it were a miracle given by God.
The girl in white looked at Yinzhu, and Yinzhu was also looking at her, but the strings in their hands did not fluctuate in the middle of the time.
The gaze blended, like a mixture of crimson and orange, and the posture of the sound bamboo changed as he gently flicked the strings, and his elegant and deep voice sounded between the graceful combination of the qin and the zither.
"Life Dreams are like long roads Let the wind and frost, the wind and frost stay on the face In the red dust How many directions does the dream have Find a dreamy beloved The road is boundless. ” At this moment, as if only the two of them were left in the entire auditorium, there are two basic ways to play the guqin, one is solo, and the other is the qin song.
The coldness in the eyes of the girl in white seemed to have melted, and all that was left was endless sadness, slightly hoarse, but the moving voice like a phoenix was connected to the second half of the way with the play of the zither.
"Life is The prolongation of dreams In the dream, there are rare tears Where to go from here You and I have the direction in our hearts The wind sighed softly in a dream The road and the people are vast. ” The gesture of Yinzhu changed again, the index and middle fingers of the right hand formed a semicircle, and the large, middle, and ring fingers of the left hand pressed the strings at the same time, and the sound wave vibrated and became a little softer than before, diluting the sadness in A Chinese Ghost Requiem a little.
With the accompaniment of the zheng, the last two of them involuntarily sang in chorus.
"The road on earth Happy boy Look at the sun in that rugged, rugged landscape In the red dust How many directions are there to happiness A hint of wind and rain like a dream The road is boundless It's like the wind and rain of a dream The road is boundless. ” The singing quietly stopped, but the sound of the zither moved, and in the simultaneous humming, it quietly faded away with an endless aftertaste.
Yinzhu's eyes were as clear as a mirror, but the black eyes of the girl in white were already a little more confused.
"No matter how rugged the road is, the sun is shining, sister, your zither song is too sad, why can't you be happier" Pressing the strings with both hands, Yinzhu stood up and said with a smile.
The childish and innocent spirit reappeared, diluting the elegance and nobility in him.
The girl in white woke up from her confusion, and secretly said in her heart, what is wrong with me, I have never sung the last que, but today I sang it unconsciously, could it be that he brought me infection "The wind frightens the crane dance, the wind sends the light clouds, the Luan Feng and the song, the falling flowers follow the water potential, you used four techniques to complete this song, the guqin that can be compatible with the zheng, as long as this is enough, but why do you want to use the qin music to affect my mood" The voice of the girl in white was still hoarse and clear, staring at Yinzhu with burning eyes.
"Because, I understand the sadness in your zither song" Ye Yinzhu was a little puzzled, why the song ended, and the coldness of the girl in white seemed to be even more aggravated.
"Do you know, do you really understand" snorted coldly, picked up the guzheng from the table with both hands, turned around and walked towards the backstage.
Sitting down slowly, Yinzhu carefully put Yuyunqin back in front of the girl beside him, with a thoughtful light in his eyes.
"When" a bell rang, a faint blue light flashed in the auditorium, and when Yinzhu raised his head, he found that there was an old woman in a long blue dress on the stage.
He looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old, holding a delicate and small bell in his left hand, and the cone in his right hand had apparently just been struck.
"Ah" The voice that woke up like a dream sounded in the audience, including the girl next to Ototake and Teacher Brigitte sitting in the corner.
When the zhengqu sounded, they were already addicted to it, and most people didn't know about Yinzhu's later addition, and for a while, they were still in a dreamlike feeling, only a few girls had clearer eyes, revealing similar thoughts to Yinzhu.
Xiao San deliberately found a Chinese ghost story song played with a zither, the song is very beautiful, Xiao San found a way to upload it on the Internet, I hope everyone can like it too. d408021: