With another obvious wrong sound, Lin Wanying's face turned even paler.Shen Chang'an's bare hands are flying, his expression is calm, and the music is long and natural.But her fingers trembled, her prosthetic nails were misplaced, she was anxious, and she was full of mistakes.She doesn't understand, she really doesn't.Didn't you say it was the straw bale prince?
Doesn't it mean that the piano skills are average?
Didn't you say that the East Palace was useless?
Right now, she uses this thread to pop out the vast night under the shadow of the water and clouds, and pop out a thousand-year-old sorrow and spirit of heaven and earth that all things enter my heart.It is the peace and open-mindedness that have been nourished by the long years, and it is the progressive feelings of scholars.As if he is a lonely person who carries the calm and loneliness precipitated by time in the vast world, the rhythm is the salvation of life, a beam of light in the darkness, and a wordless sigh in the face of the prosperity of the world.The sweat on her forehead dripped down, and Lin Wanying's hands shook violently.With a loud and incongruous sound, the string of the zither broke with a "pop".Lin Wanying gasped, her hands trembled, but she no longer had the strength to stroke the strings again.Lin Manhe's hand holding the teacup turned white inch by inch, and his teeth were gritted tightly, as if he couldn't believe it, he looked at Shen Changan deadly.The faces of the people in the hall were shocked, as if they could only come back to their senses with the crisp sound of this break.Shen Changan looked calm, completely ignoring what was happening in the hall, the feather line in his hand did not stop, the moonlight was like water and the sky, and the people and pianos were one.There is only one feather line, and without the sound of the zheng, the silence of the mixed voice is even more obvious, Shen Chang'an's mind is like a world away, and the emotions in his heart are completely vented on this string, and the meaning of pathos is becoming more and more obvious.The noble concubine glared at Lin Wanying, who was already pale, with an unwilling face, and the handkerchief in her hand was twisted to death.No matter how superb the prince's piano skills are?
Playing this sad song on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, and even bringing some remembrance, isn't it cursing Dongwu?
Just as she was thinking like this, the sound of the guqin in the hall suddenly sounded.The soft watery sound envelops the heavy and sharp sound of the feather, and unlike Lin Wan's lingering chords, this sound is gentle and restrained, blending into Shen Chang'an's rhythm without a trace, in harmony with its voice.The noble concubine raised her eyes in shock, and what caught her eye was Jiang Yu's well-defined hand, flying back and forth on the piano where he had moved his hands and feet, as if it were natural.The sound of the strings of the piano is as soft as the ear, and the pathos and desolation have been suppressed a lot, replaced by the feelings of family and country that are tolerant and magnificent, and the world is shocking.Most of the people in the hall closed their eyes and admired, showing appreciation.The musician of the Si Le Fang did not move, looking at Jiang Yu in shock."
How could it be ......," he muttered.The strings were tuned by him, and the piano was locked by him, and there was no other way than to re-string it, but the sound of the piano seemed to be slapping him in the face!
The musician watched intently at the movements of Jiang Yu's men, his pupils shrunk.It turned out that he did not play the overtones according to the position, and he repositioned every wrong string.He had lived in the Celestial Workshop for so many years, and it was the first time he had seen such a person playing with the wrong strings, and the shock in his heart was indescribable, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it was really hard for him to believe that anyone in the world could do this.Jiang Yu was dressed in ink, and the soft and slow sound of the piano in his hand baked the clouds and the moon, warm as the warm sun, slowly melting the cold meaning of Shen Changan's hand like solid ice.After being reborn, I became Shousuke's favorite